Team Explosive: Heather, Rodney
Team Super: Caleb, Sam, Scott, Sky
Team Warrior: Gwen, Jasmine, Topher
Episode 13: I See London...
"Last time, on Total Drama World Tour. We had some...mechanical difficulties, and ended up in hot water, Jamaica style. No problem!"
"Except for Brick, whose squished brain was a major problem, and led to our first elimination by injury."
"Stranded and short of gas money, we were forced to improvise. And Team Super was finally forced to send someone off the plane again. Which, thanks to Heather, was none other than Anne Maria!"
"But thanks to a rockin' telethon that raised a tank load of cash from our viewers, hey, thanks for that, eh? We're ready to get back in the air!"
The scene moved to the cockpit, where Chris was happily slurping on some drink with a lemon wedge in it. "Oh man, that's refreshing!" he said, tossing the glass away – it shattered on the wall just past Chef's head, and the lemon wedge fell on the control panel. "Vacation's over! It's time for some more, Total! Drama! Woooorrrrlllddd~ Tooouuurrrr~!" As the shot zoomed out, a skeleton in a bowler, scarf, and boots floated by with an open umbrella in one hand and a medicine bag in the other.
(Theme Song)
The episode opened at night once again, the plane flying off to the left before the camera cut inside to economy class. A pan across the cabin revealed the two members of Team Explosive and the three members of Team Warrior seated against the left wall, while the other four teens sat opposite to them.
"Why are we in economy class? We won the last challenge and didn't come in second," Topher pointed out.
"Chris said he needed first class today for a special guest," Jasmine answered.
"And what Chris needs," Gwen chimed in, "Chris takes. From us."
"I bet Chris must have picked them up from the last time we refueled," Scott answered as the camera moved back across the room.
"I wonder what kind of special guest it is?" Sam pondered. "I hope it's someone like my video gaming idol, Commando Kurt!"
"I don't know," Sky told him. "I'm guessing it's gonna be something to do with our next challenge. Maybe it'll be another one of Chris' relatives, like the one from Newfoundland."
"That makes sense," Sam nodded. "Chris is too cheap to hire someone else. I just hope we can bounce back after losing the last challenge."
"Totally," Caleb said. "I don't want to let Anne Maria down by getting eliminated instantly, especially after what just happened recently."
"I know you were getting comfortable being friends with her, as to speak, but out of the two of you, she reached a finale, even if she didn't win that one," Scott added.
"At least me and Topher aren't acting depressed over the loss of our friend and girlfriend respectively," Caleb replied. "Our heads are still in the game."
Confessional: Scott
"I underestimated how much of a threat Anne Maria could be and I didn't want to do the same this time around," Scott explained. "If it wasn't for her injuries, I would've been eliminated that time."
Confessional Ends
The scene focused on Rodney and Heather sitting together.
"It feels so weird not having Brick with us," Rodney mentioned. "He had to get evacuated, but it still feels off."
"That's because he was an effective leader towards us," Heather said. "But with him gone, now it's just the two of us?" She then got flirty and fluttered her eyelashes. "Doesn't that make you feel… comfortable?"
"The…two…of…us…" Rodney slowly spoke out before realization hit him. "This is great news, even if it came at the cost of Brick."
"Exactly," Heather nodded. "Now we can spend more time together."
"Yeah we can," Rodney said. "I have a poem for you and I want to recite it through my words."
"Save it for when we're alone," Heather shushed him. "Okay?" She received a nod.
Confessional: Heather
"I have Rodney all wrapped around my finger," Heather confessed smugly. "All I have to do is delay him confessing his feelings to me and make sure we win the challenges, and when I don't need him anymore, I'll have his butt sent packing."
Confessional Ends
The shot focused on Team Warrior, Topher leaning back and looking at his mirror with a charming smile.
"You're being extremely happy today," Gwen noted. "Aren't you sad about Anne Maria not being on the jet?"
"I'm not heartless enough to say that I won't miss having her here, but I am relieved to know that Annpher, ship name for Anne Maria and Topher, has not sunken and that Caleb is still the cool roadie who won't make Anne Maria dump me," Topher claimed.
"That'll be satisfying for us to not listen to you whine about them," Gwen said.
"Now I'm all focused on one thing only; winning the show and making myself well-known as a Total Drama winner!" Topher emphasized.
"Don't forget to apologize to Caleb for your attitude," Jasmine advised. "He did not deserve your hidden scorn."
"Trust me, I know," Topher said as he stood up and walked away. "I gotta use the bathroom. I'll be right back."
Confessional: Topher
"Anne Maria, I promise you that I won't waste my first time competing on the show without you," Topher told the camera. "If I have to buddy up with people, I'll do it."
Confessional Ends
The footage skipped forward a little ways to Topher walking through the plane's main hallway. The camera followed him past one set of double doors and towards the cracked-open door leading into first class as Chris's voice came through.
"She's an animal! She'll take them out like a lion preying on a pack of chubby, asthmatic gazelles!" Though the host remained unseen, Topher quickly realized where it was coming from and after looking around with widened eyes, he sneakily peaked into the room.
"But what if she takes them out takes them out?" Chef asked over a close-up of Topher's face sliding into view through the half-open door.
The viewpoint shifted around to show the first class compartment where Chris and Chef were standing before a tall figure in a cloak and top hat that was wielding a long dagger. "Legal says we're clear," Chris told the pilot, "and imagine the ratings! That dip will score major hits online."
In his shock, Topher leaned forward just enough to cause the door to squeak, then gasped. "Did you hear something?" Chris asked as the cloaked figure turned around, its face shrouded in shadow.
Topher quickly ducked out of sight, but gasped when he looked to the open door on his right; the mystery figure was standing right there, and with a blood-curdling scream from Topher, the scene went dark...
The view switched to the season's world map, the plane icon spiraling its way across the Atlantic towards the British Isles. "Attention helpless competitors!" Chris announced over the plane's PA system as the scene moved to the cockpit. "We've been denied permission to land, so, you're gonna have to jump."
The scene moved again to the host's voice coming out of a loudspeaker in economy class, the contestants still in it immediately voicing their objections. "Aaaand, Chef may have miscounted parachutes," Chris added.
"...I'm a cook," Chef said back in the cockpit, "not a mathematician!"
"So, you might wanna light a fire under your butts and grab one before they're gone," Chris told the contestants.
The scene skipped ahead again, now in the elimination chamber as Teams Super and Warrior lined up in front of the open door with parachutes on their backs. Team Warrior was in front and each member jumped out, and the shot cut to a close-up of the lone remaining parachute.
"Naturally," Heather said as she and Rodney looked at it warily.
A flash skipped the footage ahead once more to a shot of the jumbo jet flying high above, the screams of Heather and Rodney rapidly approaching the camera as they fell, Heather on Rodney's back with her arms tight around the country boy's neck.
The camera cut to a shot of the Tower Bridge where a few blurry figures stood next to a red double-decker bus. A parachute pack was shown being thrown into a pile of them, and Team Super and Gwen were shown standing nearby.
"Ah, London!" Caleb smiled. "Queen Mary got engaged when she was only fifteen!"
"Don't need a lecture," Scott said with a roll of his eyes.
"For once, Chris has our safety in mind!" Jasmine said, the camera quick-panning up to her falling rapidly… only for her parachute to get stuck on a flagpole on top of the bridge. "This can't be happening."
A whistling sound caught her attention and the camera moved to the right, the logo of Team Explosive appearing in the corner with a ding just as Rodney and Heather plummeted past with a scream and a parachute.
They landed, quite painfully, on top of the double-decker bus. "You can scratch parachuting down in London off my bucket list," Rodney said.
Heather's reply was too muffled to be understood.
The scene moved inside the bus, a pan up the aisle showing Rodney and Heather sitting together in the back nursing their injuries; Gwen and Jasmine in the seat in front of them; Sky and Caleb in front of them; and Sam and Scott in front. Chris was standing by the last row of seats separating the two from Chef in the sealed-off driver's seat.
"Wait, where's Topher?" Gwen asked, looking around in confusion and concern.
"Yes, where is he?" Chris repeated with false ignorance. "The answer in a sec. But first," he smiled, "GUN IT CHEF!"
At the host's shouted command, Chef slammed down on the gas and the bus took off with the squeal of tires.
"London," Chris began happily, speaking into a microphone hooked up to the bus' intercom. "Home to loads of wicked stuff. Big Ben, the London Eye," the host continued, "the sandwich stuffed with french fries known as the 'Chip Butty'."
"Yummy," Sam said.
"London's also home to Scotland Yard," Chris continued, "the world's biggest crime-busting outfit. But there was one case even Scotland Yard couldn't crack," he frowned. "Jack the Ripper!" The camera moved in for a close-up as Chris said the name, a dark grin on his face.
Team Super gasped. "The wacko serial killer who terrorized Victorian London," Chris explained, taking out a painting that looked identical to the mystery figure who'd been on the plane. "Today, you'll be tracking that bad boy down. But be caaarefuuull," he said slyly, "Jack's also hunting you! That's why Team Warrior is now short-handed."
"The Ripper already got Topher?!" Jasmine gasped. "Goodness!"
"Which brings me to my next point," Chris continued. "I was kinda expecting one of the teams to lose themselves out of existence by now, so the remaining challenges are only set up for two teams. And since Topher went and got himself captured, I figured that I might as well bust 'em up."
"Is this the merge?" Heather asked.
"Yes and no," Chris said. "I shuffled the teams, so as of right now, Caleb, Gwen, Heather, and Sky are Team Explosive and Jasmine, Rodney, Sam, and Scott are Team Super."
Jasmine and Gwen shared a wary look as the Team Warrior icon faded away to be replaced by the icons of their new teams.
"Topher will go to whoever wins the challenge," Chris announced cheerfully. "Next stop! Tower of London!"
Confessional: Heather
"I didn't expect this to happen, but oh well," Heather shrugged. "Now that I don't need Rodney anymore, I can crush him."
Confessional Ends
A flash skipped the footage ahead to a long-distance shot of the Tower of London, the contestants already assembled outside it. "Your challenge," Chris began as the camera zoomed in on the top of the tower before panning down, "is to follow a series of clues through the tower complex," the shot reached ground-level where a pair of elderly white guardsmen were standing behind the host, "all the way to the Ripper's secret lair."
"Bag the criminal mastermind before he gets you," he added while pulling out a pair of sacks from behind his back, "and you win. Your first clue will be found during the changing of the guard," he explained with an odd grin. "And when I say change, I mean change the guards." His expression became more devious. "Your clue is hidden in his uniform, so, one of you has to strip him down to his gitch, until you find it." He smiled, and it gleamed.
The contestants gasped. "Strip a guy?" Sky repeated in disbelief. "No way!"
"Up to you," Chris told her. "Million bucks...that's all I'm sayin'. And while you're at it..." He grinned cheekily and pointed to an empty space over his left shoulder where the music note icon spun into view with its usual ding. As usual, all the contestants groaned.
A few drumbeats opened with a psychedelic rock tune, the scene itself starting with a close-up of Team Explosive's guard.
"It's weird how they stand there, and don't move at all," Sky began the lyrics, the camera pulling back a little as she approached the elderly man and hesitantly poked him in the shoulder.
"I don't want to see him without any clothes at all," the athlete continued, giving the guard a wary and disgusted look before taking a step back.
"Maybe, we can bribe him, to strip himself down?" Heather suggested, the camera panning slightly to the right as she stepped up to the guard, gave him a scrutinizing look, then looked to the left where Caleb stood.
"Yum Yum Happy Go Time Fish?" Caleb sang to the guard, the camera panning back and pulling out to show the hot guy dangling a bag of the candy nearby.
"Nah, he's not a clown!" Gwen said, the camera pulling out even more to show the goth with her arms crossed in disapproval.
"No way I can do it. Heather's over there," Rodney lamented, the shot cutting first to the guard assigned to Team Super and then to the country boy, who was pointing to Heather as he sang.
"And I'm the only girl right now," Jasmine added, walking to the left past Rodney with a nervous look on her face. "So it wouldn't be fair."
"I only have experience, stripping my baby brother," Scott sang to the two, and the three sent a look off screen.
"Oh, so then I have to do it? I'm not sure I'm gonna recover," Sam sang in objection.
"If we're gonna find that clue," Rodney sang.
"There's only one thing to do~oo~o!" Jasmine added.
"Force someone to strip him down," Scott finished, forcefully spinning Sam back around to face the guard.
"And sorry Sam, that's you!" Rodney, Jasmine, and Scott sang together in harmony, the line finishing with Scott shoving Sam over to their team's guard.
"Wait, what?" Sam gasped as he stumbled over to the man.
"If we're gonna find that clue," Sky echoed, playing rock-paper-scissors with Caleb and Gwen with all three throwing rock.
"There's only one thing to do~oo~o!" Caleb added to the three throwing paper.
"Force someone to strip him down," Gwen sang next, the three throwing scissors.
"And Heather, that is you!" The three sang as one, ending their game and all three pointing at the camera; the perspective flipped to show Heather standing there with a blank look on her face.
"Glad I don't have x-ray glasses. I'm not a creep," Sam declared as the camera cut to him standing next to the guard.
"Okay, fine. I'll strip him down, but I'm not going that deep," Heather complained while the camera focused on her.
"Yeah we're gonna find that clue," Scott sang, still standing with his teammates as he, Jasmine, and Rodney watched Sam get to work off-screen.
"We're doing what Chris proposed," Jasmine sang next.
"Force someone to strip him down," Rodney added, the shot pulling back as the guard's hat landed on his head.
'Cause if we don't, we're hosed!" The three sang as one.
"Totally ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-osed!" Jasmine finished, the camera panning up to the moon shining over the tower.
A flash took the scene ahead again, now showing Sam taking off the guard's shoe. A note flew out of it and Scott caught it.
"Finally, this is over!" Sam celebrated. "What does the note say?"
"Pulled taut atop a southern spire," Scott said to them.
Jasmine's eyes widened in realization. "Follow me!" she declared, the team running to the next part of the challenge.
"We're at the top of the southern tower," Sam cried as he, Jasmine, Scott, and Rodney ran into a room lined with a variety of medieval-looking torture devices. "This has to be it!"
"The very room Anne Boylenne was imprisoned in before her execution if I'm not mistaken," Jasmine remarked in shock as she looked around, the three having stopped at a large table with cranks on either end.
"Then what was that for?" Rodney asked warily, pointing to the large table in the room.
"A medieval torture rack," Chef answered, walking up wearing an executioner's hood and carrying a large axe. "Clue's inside. Tie someone on and stretch," he explained with a dark cackle.
Rodney gulped, and looked at his teammates; all of their eyes were wide. "Does anybody want to get strapped to that thing?" Scott asked.
"I certainly do not want to," Jasmine offered, "but I will do it so you all do not have to. My height can give me an advantage."
"But-" Sam tried to say.
"Look," Scott told Sam, "one of us has to do this, and if Jasmine wants to volunteer, we shouldn't stop her. I'll pull the crank, and she will tell me if it gets to be too much," he added as an aside to the Aussie.
"Naturally," Jasmine agreed.
Rodney took a deep breath. "Okay," he told them. "You three do the challenge, and I'll go outside and stand guard in case the Ripper comes."
"Good call," Sam nodded. "Yell if you spot him."
"Don't worry," Rodney said as he left. "I will."
The scene moved back to Team Explosive, their guard now without most of his uniform. "You lost rock-paper-scissors fair and square!" Gwen reminded Heather. "Don't be a bad sport."
The shot pulled out to reveal Heather kneeling on the ground and taking the left shoe off. "I'm not! I'm gonna be sick if the clue is in his underwear!"
"Why would the show do that?" Caleb asked them. "Our parents would sue should it come to that."
"This show likes ratings, so it'd do underhanded things just to increase it," Sky said.
A flash, and the focus moved to Rodney at the bottom of a flight of stairs in a small room lined with paintings. He then looked up as a shadow moved over him. "Uh guys," he said as the camera pulled back to show the dagger-wielding Ripper standing at the end of the room. "I think the-"
Before he could finish, the cloaked figure dropped its weapon and pounced, the scene cutting to the outside of the Tower as Rodney's scream filled the air.
The shot zoomed in on an open doorway. "And then there were seven," Chris said from off-screen as the Ripper dragged a bulky sack out of the building. It stopped as the host suddenly popped up into view, saying "Will anybody survive the Ripper? And, this show?"
"I have to warn my team!" Rodney cried from within the sack, causing Chris to momentarily flinch at the suddenness of it.
"Come back after the break," he quickly recovered into a smirk at the camera. "When we'll try and answer at least a couple of these questions." The scene faded out.
(Commercial Break)
The episode resumed to the camera panning up the hairy legs of the guard assigned to Team Explosive, past his Union Jack boxers and his bare chest to his unflinching mustached face.
The only other things left were his left boot and sock, gloves and hat, and the boot Heather was currently trying to remove. "This has to have a clue!" she said in annoyance as she was taking off the boot.
"Why did the others get to have their clue in an easy spot?" Gwen said.
"Well, we could have checked his boots sooner," Sky suggested.
"Let me check the hat," Caleb groaned just before he pulled the hat off. "Finally, we got it!" he said, grinning excitedly as he pulled a note out of the hat.
"About time!" Heather said, swiping the note and opening it as the rest of the team crowded around to read over her shoulders.
A strained grunt echoed through the torture chamber as a rat scurried up a chain to watch, and the camera panned down to Scott turning the crank and stretching Jasmine even further while Sam stood nearby.
"You've been doing fine so far," Sam reassured her. "By the look of things, there is only a little more to go." Scott turned the crank a little bit more, and Jasmine had to bite her lip to stifle the groan. "Do you need a break?"
"No," Jasmine breathed. "We are so close."
Confessional: Sam
"I'm starting to get a little worried now," Sam confessed nervously. "Caleb is on the other team, and with me and Scott having belonged to the old Team Super, there's no doubt that Rodney and Jasmine will target both of us. I have to show them that I'm not a floater."
Confessional Ends
The scene moved to a torture chamber similar to but distinct from the one that Team Super was using.
"Let me guess," Gwen said as the rest of her teammates looked on nervously, "we have to do rock-paper-scissors again?"
"I'll do it," Caleb volunteered. "I am the tallest out of us here." He dashed off-screen towards the torture rack leaving his teammates to stare in surprise.
"Okay then," Sky said. "I'll turn the crank," she said as Caleb stretched and limbered up.
"I'd rather have Heather or Gwen do it," Caleb ordered as he extended his arms and twisted his back until it cracked. "I don't trust you to not try and hurt me."
"Are you serious?" Sky asked him with a glare as Gwen and Heather strapped him in. "I would never stoop that low, but Gwen can turn the crank."
"I'll do it on three," Gwen warned. "One, two..."
Gwen turned the crank hard, causing the hot player to groan a bit. "I'm okay," he told her.
"Hey," Heather said with a shrug, "you're the one who wanted to go on the rack. Turn it again!"
"Wait! Not ye-" Caleb tried to say before grunting as Gwen turned the crank again.
Meanwhile, Jasmine was also moaning in pain as the rack in another part of the Tower stretched her. "Please tell me that we are done," she grunted. "I may have gotten my first stretch marks!"
"Only one more crank," Scott told her, turning the crank again and causing something in the rack's machinery to click and the camera panned to a box atop the headward crank to open, revealing an envelope.
"There it is!" Sam said excitedly, grabbing it and opening it up. "If your teammate can still use their feet," he read, "bring them down for something to eat." He raised an eyebrow. "Scott? Any ideas?"
"The banquet hall," Scott announced as he undid the shackles on Jasmine's wrists. "Are you able to walk?" he asked her.
The Outback girl immediately sat up and undid the shackles on her legs. "I do not see why not," Jasmine said as she swung her legs around and stood up, her spine cracking painfully the moment she raised her arms to limber up.
"That sounded painful," Sam commented with a wince.
"I will be fine," Jasmine said with wide eyes, seemingly frozen in her pose. "We must go," she said after a second, leading the boys to give her a wary look but head towards the exit anyway, Jasmine hopping along on one foot after them.
The shot cut to a close-up of an ornate jewelry box sitting on a table along with some steaks, a cake of some kind, and some dinner rolls. "There it is," Scott said as the camera panned up to show him looking in through a window. The viewpoint moved outside as the dirt boy turned to his remaining teammates, saying "We should be able to just go in and get it."
"But what about the Ripper?" Sam asked, completely on edge as he looked about with wide eyes.
"I'll keep watch for him out here," Jasmine told them. "You two go and get the next clue."
"But-" Sam tried to say again.
"I do need to take a rest after being stretched on that rack," Jasmine told him. "Now go."
The scene changed unceremoniously back to Caleb's pained grimace as his teammates stretched him on the rack. "Tell me when this will be over," Caleb grunted.
The only answer he got was a click from the box at the head of the torture rack, its panel sliding open to reveal the note inside. "The clue!" Sky exclaimed. She dashed forward and swiped it, her brow furrowing as she looked it over.
"Finally," Gwen said as she and Heather looked over Sky's shoulder. "Let's read it and get out of here. I'm in the mood to win three challenges in a row."
"Looks like the next clue's in a banquet hall," Sky said before hustling towards the door.
"Let's go!" Gwen called out before running off as well.
"C'mon, Caleb, let's go," Heather said before jogging off to her teammates.
The shot moved downwards to reveal that the three had managed to forget to unshackle Caleb. "Girls!" he called out to his teammates, "you forgot to let me out of here!"
A flash took the scene to the hallway as Heather caught up with Gwen and Sky. "Is is just me or is something missing?" Heather asked.
"Uh, I don't think so," Sky answered.
"Wait," Gwen said, raising an eyebrow before looking behind her. The camera pulled back as all three stopped in their tracks and saw the empty hall behind them, no sign of their fourth teammate anywhere. "Did any of us actually let Caleb out of there?" the goth asked.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The cry that answered was loud, terrified, and most definitely Caleb's. It had come from back down the hall, and Sky and Gwen, and surprisingly Heather donned panicked expressions. "CALEB!" they cried as one.
Confessional: Sky
"Me and Caleb are still on the same team of four, only that Heather and Gwen are with us now," Sky mused. "If you think I chose to leave behind Caleb on purpose just to make sure I can convince the girls to vote with me, then you're completely incorrect."
Confessional Ends
"How long does it take to find a clue?" Jasmine wondered as the camera moved back to her leaning against the wall of the banquet hall and brushing her hat.
A shadowy figure moved through the screen, making Jasmine become alert. She put her brush away, put her hat on, and looked around, and when she saw the Ripper next to her holding his weapon, her face became filled with fear.
The camera cut to the zoomed out shot of the Tower Bridge as her scream filled the air.
The scene flashed inside, Scott frantically rooting through the jewelry case on the table while Sam watched. "No," he said as he casually tossed a gold toothpick over his shoulder. "No," he repeated with a large diamond ring. "No!" he said a third time, tossing away a large teal jewel. "Where is it?"
A low growl from behind them caused them to jump in fright. "Who's there?" Scott asked, whipping around and brandishing a large, emerald-studded toothbrush like a weapon. The camera quick-panned over to the source of the growling, revealing a pack of six snarling corgis. "Those are some aggressive puppies," he said nervously, backing up against the table as they slowly moved towards him.
"Wait!" Sam called as he grabbed the plate of steaks from the table and held them over his head. The dogs stopped in their tracks and eyed the plate. With a smirk, he tossed the plate to the side and the corgis chased after it.
"That was impressive," Scott said with a small smile as the shot cut back to him. He turned back to the jewelry case and picked up a fabergé egg; after a quick inspection, he realized that it could be opened, and that there was a note inside.
"The clue!" he said excitedly, quickly taking the note out and reading it. "The Ripper's most natural place has two levels inside its space. Go use your sack to bring the guy back, at the red starting line to the race." He blinked, then folded it back up.
"We should get back to Jasmine before we move on," Sam suggested.
They turned and ran out the room, the scene flashing outside as they arrived at the spot where Jasmine had been standing. "Jasmine! We found the- oh no," Sam moaned in horror as he picked up a strand of black hair.
"Two teammates gone," Scott said. "What does the clue say? I gave it to you."
"The Ripper's most natural place has two levels inside its space. Go use your sack to bring the guy back at the red starting line to the race," Sam read the note.
"The Ripper's natural place. Where can it be?" Scott asked his teammate.
"If my research on the Ripper back in middle school is right, he did his work in Whitechapel," Sam replied.
"So we go there and look for a two story place," Scott deduced the clue.
Confessional: Sam
"I know," Sam said in the restroom confessional. "Scott doesn't seem to be a complete buttwipe 24/7. He can actually be helpful and supportive if he applies himself to the challenges."
Confessional: Scott
"I know," Scott confessed. "Sam's not a video game dependent nerd after all. I don't find myself annoyed with his generic niceness, and he can even be cool if he focuses on other things."
Confessionals End
The footage skipped ahead, showing Sky leading Gwen and Heather into the banquet hall. "Okay, this is the place," Sky said. "Let's split up and look for the next clue."
"I'll stand guard outside," Heather said, already leaving the room.
Gwen, on the other hand, had been distracted by the jewelry case. "Huh?" she said, looking back over her shoulder. "Wait! There's no need!" she finally said. "I just found the clue!" She held up another fabergé egg, a piece of paper sticking out of a crack in it. "The Ripper's natural place...has two levels inside its space," she read. She muttered the next line unintelligibly, then finished with "red starting line to the race..."
"Whitechapel!" Sky declared excitedly. "That's where the Ripper was based."
"Awesome!" Gwen cheered. "We'll just tell Heather and-"
The sound of the girl's scream filled the air.
"Or not..." Gwen finished nervously.
The scene flashed to what looked like a punk rock club. "I guess we forgot that most of Whitechapel would be closed," Sam lamented.
"And the only place open would be a grungy punk club," Scott said as he opened the door to what looked like the lobby of the building. There were posters of punk rock stereotypes on the wall and a boom box below them.
"We both got the location wrong and we'll lose the challenge," Sam said.
"We should at least bring back something," Scott told his teammate.
They were interrupted by the voice of someone announcing "Welcome your number one German punk group band, The Schnitzel Kickers!"
The guys looked from behind the wall and Scott gasped when he saw a familiar face in the band.
"Great sons of Orion!" Sam gasped. "Is that-"
The scene flashed to the double-decker bus. Sky and Gwen entered the bus with Gwen holding a sack. They looked around and saw no sight of the Ripper, but that didn't stop them from searching.
"If you can hear me, I have a bag for you to enjoy, Ripper!" Gwen called out while the duo walked through the bus.
After Gwen spoke, the Ripper grabbed Sky, covered her screaming mouth, and dragged her out of frame without a sound from either of them.
Gwen turned around and the perspective shifted to show the empty bus. "Sky? Where did you go?" she asked with a hint of fear.
She turned back around in time to see the Ripper shove Sky into the driver's compartment. "Sky!" she cried out in shock. "That's it! You're gonna get it, Ripper," she said low and dangerously as she released a steak from the sack and threw it at the hands of the Ripper.
The Ripper looked at the steak confusingly, but Gwen emptied out her sack and revealed that she brought the corgis from earlier. "Dogs, get that steak!" Gwen ordered them, causing the corgis to obey and pounce on the steak and the Ripper.
After the dogs were done attacking the Ripper, Gwen brought the sack out. "Now we've got you!" she smirked.
"All right, Gwen!" Sky cheered from the compartment.
The goth girl had sacked the Ripper effortlessly. "And that wraps things up," Gwen declared. "I'll get you out of that compartment and then we can go back to Chris."
The footage skipped ahead to show the jumbo jet in flight once more, flying towards the rising sun. The scene cut inside to first class where Chris and Chef were standing next to a large entertainment center set into the wall; its screen was divided into quarters showing the inside of the double-decker bus, the exterior of the Tower of London, the torture chamber, and the banquet hall.
The two adults leaned to the left, the camera panning to the left and revealing the captured contestants lined up on a long rug against the wall; Jasmine, Caleb, Heather, Rodney, Topher, Scott and Sam with a seemingly full burlap sack, and Gwen and Sky with a full sack of their own.
Sky immediately brightened up when she saw everyone. "I'm glad everyone is okay!"
"I know, right?" Rodney said. "I was really worried, and it was such a relief to see that Heather wasn't hurt."
"Same here," Heather said.
"If I may add," Caleb said calmly as the shot moved on to him, "my team left me to be taken!" he added with a pointed look to the two next to the sack. "I was not okay with that."
"It was an accident!" Sky shot at him.
"I'm sure it was," Caleb said with a glare.
"Moving on," Gwen interjected, "I should say that Team Super captured the Ripper." Sky removed the sack to reveal the figure that had been stalking them all night.
"Old Man Jenkins?!" the cast gasped.
Chris walked past the contestants and stood next to Jenkins. He tore off his face, causing the off-screen contestants to gasp at the face of…
"IZZY?!" the cast said as one.
"Oh! Hi guys!" Izzy said as the camera snapped back to the psycho hose beast.
"Found her in the cargo hold, chatting it up with the rats," Chef explained as he walked over to Chris and Izzy.
"I was gonna let her back in the game if she could avoid capture," Chris added with a shrug. "But since she could not," he snapped his fingers and the camera flashed to Chef tossing a parachute pack wearing Izzy out of the plane and then back to the cast.
The shot focused on Jasmine. "So who did you two catch?" she asked her teammates.
"Well we had to come back with something," Sam defended.
"And it wasn't the Ripper, but it is a familiar face," Scott added as he lifted their sack off of the figure they caught to reveal...
"MK?!" the other seven teens gasped as one.
"You brought me back here? What the heck?!" MK asked in anger. "Where's the exit on this plane? My band needs my electric guitar playing expertise!" she asked as she started to walk out of the room.
"Not so fast, quitter!" Chris said, grabbing the techno's shoulder. "Thought you could skip out on the game eh? Thought I wouldn't find you?" he leaned in the girl's face, causing MK to roll her eyes.
"You didn't find her, Chris," Sam interrupted, grabbing the attention of both them and the camera. "Me and Scott did."
"And while I appreciate it," Chris added, "that wasn't the challenge. Team Super," the team in question stiffened at the call, "you lose today's competish. Head on back to the elimination room, dudes. First class, and Topher, goes to Team Explosive."
The team began to cheer in excitement as Team Super voiced their disappointment.
"But as a consolation prize," Chris continued, "I'm gonna give you guys MK! But someone else has to go."
Sam and Scott looked at each other and uttered a nervous "Uh-oh..."
The footage skipped forward to Heather and Rodney standing next to the restroom door. "So I know we'll be competing on different teams from this point on, but I want to tell you how I really feel about you."
"Let me go first!" Heather interrupted coldly. "Personally, I think you're a pathetic dumb muscle who's never going to find a girlfriend because you're such a dependent goof."
Rodney gasped after hearing her say that. "Heather, why would you say something like that?!"
"Because now that we're on different teams, I don't need to manipulate your feelings for me just to further my chances in the game," Heather said viciously. "You'll understand."
"All this time, you were using me and pretending to be kind to us?!" Rodney spat in growing outrage. "You're a real piece of work!"
"You've just stated the obvious," Heather laughed. "And don't even bother trying to tell the others the truth about me. It's not like they'll believe you."
Heather then walked off smiling villainously, and Rodney clenched his fists angrily before walking away as well.
The camera lingered on the door of the restroom, where MK peeked her head out and looked both ways in surprise at what she just heard.
The scene flashed to the elimination chamber, where Chris was standing in front of the open door with an envelope in his hands. He began to read. "And with four votes against him," he announced as the camera panned over to the seats; Scott, Sam, and MK were seated in the top row, while Rodney sat next to Jasmine in the bottom; "Rodney!"
Jasmine's eyes widened in shock while Sam looked away guiltily.
"Sorry Jasmine, but I couldn't vote for Scott after how helpful he was today." Sam told Jasmine apologetically which made Scott look at them somewhat surprised.
"It's time to say tally ho," Chris said as the shot cut back to him imitating an English accent. "Pip-pip, cheery-o, toodle-oo~oo!"
"Can you stop that?" Rodney spat as he stood up and walked forward. "I'm going!"
"Did you vote for yourself, Rodney?" MK asked. "I know the rest of us except Jasmine voted for you but I thought it'd be closer."
Rodney put on his parachute pack. "Exactly. I'm not in the best mood tonight, and staying on this jet will only make things worse."
He walked towards the doorway. "I know you're not expecting it, but watch out for-!" Rodney was cut off by his tripping on the door edge, thrusting him out of the plane.
He screamed and fell past Izzy, who had grabbed hold of the plane's landing gear.
Chris clasped his hands behind his back and turned to the camera. "What a thrilling episode," he said as the series' capstone theme began to play. "Stay tuned for what's to come next week, on Total! Drama! Woooorrrrlllddd~ Tooouuurrrr~!"
(Roll the Credits)
(Bonus Clip)
"I have a lot to say about Heather," Rodney said as he plummeted towards the Earth, his parachute not yet deployed. "But this show is PG, and what I say will be censored anyway."
It was then that he pulled the cord on his pack, but instead of a parachute, a number of corgis flew out of the pack. "Dagnabbit!" he yelled before turning to the camera. "Anyway, aside from what just happened, I'm fine with how I played this season. And if I experience luck by finding something like a golden horseshoe or a 4-leaf clover, Heather will be sent packing and my family will get a new bus."
He soon landed in a pond, and he spit some water out after surfacing. "That wasn't so bad," Rodney said to himself before five electric eels surfaced from the pond. "EELS!?" The eels jumped on him and sank him down.
MK - RETURNED
Izzy - 17th
Ripper - 16th
Millie - 15th
Eva - 14th
Chase - 13th
Brick - 12th
Anne Maria - 11th
Rodney - 10th
Team Explosive: Caleb, Gwen, Heather, Sky, Topher
Team Super: Jasmine, MK, Sam, Scott
Author's Note: Yep, I merged the teams into two. Since the next challenges are primarily based on having two teams, I needed to get rid of the three team gimmick. As for Rodney, I'm aware what Heather did wasn't the smartest move, but remember this is Island Heather after all. She didn't really get that good at strategizing until World Tour and even then, she srill kinda sucked at it. As for the elimination itself, I originally had it as a three to two vote against Scott but given Sam is starting to bond with him, I decided to have Sam vote him off too to show that Scott still would've been safe even if Rodney hadn't thrown in the towel.
And yeah, MK's back. That'll definitely cause some tension down the line.