"Last time on Total Drama Island," Chris recapped, "The competitors were forced to conquer their deepest, darkest fears." The scene flashed back to Helen climbing up a tree in fear, then to Bryan rising out of the pool of praying mantises. "Not all of them succeeded," Chris continued, "But others surprised the group and faced their fears head-on." The scene changed to Leshawna and Bowie fleeing from Chef in a spider costume. "We saw a bit of everything. Spiders..." The scene changed to DJ picking up the small snake. "Snakes..." The scene changed to Ethan deflecting the flames and cutting off the dragon's head. "Dragons..." The scene changed to Brandon reattaching his foot. "Zombies..." The scene changed to Trent running from the mime. "Mimes..." The scene changed to Scarlett's shocked reaction to Rufus. "Even relatives."

...

The scene changed to Rufus yanking the hair of Scarlett, Sierra and Phoebe. "Scarlett's brother came to torment her and some unlucky bystanders..." Chris continued. The scene changed to Rufus fleeing from the robot army and Cameron controlling it. "So Cameron stepped up and sent a new wave of robots after him. Ha, never knew he had it in him." The scene changed to Echo puking all over Dean. "Echo puked when forced to attempt a kiss..." The scene changed to Nikki falling into a tank with an octopus. "While Nikki received an eight-tentacle hug from an octopus." The scene changed to Duncan hugging a standee and Shawn tossing Brandon away. "Duncan hugged a cardboard cut-out and Shawn unknowingly launched an actual zombie around." The scene changed to Dawn opening a portal and Barraza falling in. "Oh, yeah, and another demon was present and did some weird horn thing to Lightning. Yeah, I still don't get what's going on with these guys. All I know is that they're a whole freak show."

...

The scene changed to Courtney cowering at the pool of jelly. "In a shocking twist," Chris continued, "Courtney let the Rats down when she was too chicken to face the jelly." He laughed as the scene changed to Courtney confronting Duncan and Scott. "But stubborn as only herself can be, she blackmailed Duncan and Scott to vote with her or she would spill the tea about the lip slip-up with Zoey." The scene changed to the tiebreaker between Courtney and Lightning and Lightning's elimination. "It ended with a tiebreaker against Lightning and saying bye-bye to another sha-player. Pride before the fall."

...

The scene returned to Chris on the dock. "Once again, the Rats find themselves behind," he narrated. "Can they pull themselves out of the hole? Find out today on Total...Drama...Island!"

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It was early the next morning. Inside the gym, Dave was angrily punching a bag. "Stupid Sky!" he shouted with each punch. "What does SHE know?! I don't need her! She just cares about that stupid briefcase!" He threw another punch. "OW! Why are these things so hard?" He punched again, but soon ended up on the floor in tears. "WHY?!" Hidden behind the door, Shawn could only watch with concern.

Confessional: Shawn (Confused Bears)

"I can't help but feel responsible for how things soured between Sky and Dave. I don't know if I worded it the wrong way or Dave took it the wrong way, by my advice on how to win Sky back only made things worse! I gotta make it up to them somehow."

End Confessional

"And then they said I couldn't play on the hockey team anymore," Destiny sighed between sips of cherry soda as she, Paul, Ethan and Greg sat at the table in the dining hall. "Too aggressive, they said. For hockey! Can you believe that?"

"I can't imagine why," Ethan noted with a hint of sarcasm before taking a sip of orange juice. "Mmm, scrumptious. Let's never leave this place again."

"But we should plan what to do in case we lose," Greg advised while stirring a bowl of soup with his spoon.

"What's there to talk about?" Paul muffled between bites of a hamburger. "It's obvious Sugar will go next. No one likes her. Even Val has more likable traits."

"And she's just as bawful as her," Destiny added. "But we gotta take care of the sneakier, more weevil guy here on the Bears."

"Not another Al rant. Look, all he's guilty of is a little cheat in the eating challenge after Sugar pressured him into doing it."

"Pressured, my ass! He's playing you guys like a kazoo! Why can't you see that?!"

"Because he's not playing anyone," Ethan sternly told Destiny. "It's just baseless paranoia."

"I wouldn't brush it off as baseless," Greg countered. "I mean, don't you find it peculiar that someone with very little, if any, connection on the team has made it this far without arousing suspicion?"

"What's there to be suspicious about?" Paul scoffed. "And like I said, his only bad action was because of Sugar influencing him."

"Acknowledging the biggest red herring on the island. How convenient."

"You're just agreeing with Destiny because you like her."

"That is not true! This is unbiased facts!"

"Hey," Tyler said from the kitchen, "What happened to the hamburger meat that was laid out? I was hoping for chili." Ethan turned towards Paul but the mechanic was already gone.

Confessional: Paul (Confused Bears)

"I know both Mike and Ethan assured me I'd be okay, but just entertaining the idea of eating raw meat makes me-" He gagged a bit. "Nauseous."

End Confessional

In the bedroom, Millie was carrying a large notebook when she noticed Carly looking out the window though a pair of binoculars. "What are you doing?" Millie asked.

"Keeping an eye on enemy Echo," Carly firmly replied. "To prevent her trying to demolish this entire competition... I mean, I don't want anybody else going through the suffering she pulled on you."

"I'm not sure if spying will help much. Um, maybe you can help with this?"

"What is that?"

"Before Priya left, I saw her reviewing this TD training guidebook and figured I could last longer and even reach the end by studying it. But one problem: I haven't even opened it!"

"We can tackle it together. Let's-" Carly noticed a bucket knocking on the window. She opened the window and found a note and pen inside the bucket. "Oh, I'm sorry, Millie," she told her with a sympathetic look, "But I'm afraid something more urgent came up. Can we discuss this later? I've gotta go." She scribbled on the note, put the note and pen back in the bucket, then rushed out of the room just as Alejandro entered. "Do you know what's with her?" he asked Millie.

"Not really sure," Millie replied as she closed the window. "You want to talk?"

"Actually, yes. I wanted to discuss the next vote."

"I thought it was Sugar. She's nasty and made things between me and Priya worse."

"But say Sugar is gone. What's next? If we lose again, the huge alliance on the team will pick us off one-by-one, starting with the weakest link: you."

"Me?! No! I don't wanna go home! I have to prove myself for Priya's sake and mine!"

"Then I have a suggestion. We should break up the alliance early so they don't target us, then tackle Sugar. And if I must recommend a person, I suggest Destiny. She's the most volatile and the most connected to the alliance."

"But she's one of the most helpful members of the team. If she goes..."

"But she can't stay forever. If we merge soon, she'll be unstoppable. Do you dare take that risk?" Millie was lost in her thoughts.

Confessional: Alejandro (Confused Bears)

"Millie is the most rational and also the most paranoid of the Bears, so I simply appealed to her fears to persuade her and get her to sway Carly. Sugar will also be desperate to stay in, so that's another vote. All that's left is making sure the rest of the votes are split so I can squish whatever plans the Destiny/Greg duo have up their sleeve."

End Confessional

Carly panted as she raced out of the spa hotel, where she saw Bryan waiting for her. "You didn't have to run like you were planning a marathon," he told her.

"I figured it was urgent," Carly reasoned. "About that third villain, I figured it out. It's Echo. She's behind all this havoc."

"Echo? I guess that makes sense. I did get a feeling of some strange unease around her."

"And the two of us are gonna march in and let the Gophers know!" Carly marched ahead but Bryan pushed her back. "Wait, wait, wait," he advised. "You can't just rush in there and shout out that Echo's evil. Remember what happened between Amy and Samey? Echo will spin things to paint you as the bad guy and we'll be even worse off than before."

"But I can't stand idle," Carly protested. "We have to do something!"

"I know, I know. We just have to tread carefully so we don't become her next victims. Hmm... Oh, I know! What if I try to get the Gophers to come into last? Then my team will get a chance to vote her out. Granted, Heather will go first, but the second time won't give her that shield."

"Are you sure? It sounds pretty risky, and wasn't Scott on the chopping block for pulling it off?"

"We'll just make sure we're not caught. I mean, I don't like the idea of losing on purpose, but it's for the greater good."

"What's for the greater good?" Echo asked as she approached the duo. "Can I help?"

"Oh, hi, Echo," Bryan nervously greeted as he quickly covered Carly's mouth. "We were talking about...volunteering to clean the bathrooms, to thank all the work the interns do. Gotta support the understudy, you know."

"Oh, yeah. You gotta acknowledge the support crew. Who knows what they could do if you mistreat them? Oh, by the way, I think Chef was making these coffee drinks or at least trying to. If I didn't know better, I swear mine had cyanide in it by all the almond smell coming from it. Weird, huh?"

"Uh, heh, yeah, weird. Better not drink it, just to be safe."

"Good advice. Well, I'll see you guys later." Echo walked off. "That felt very awkward," Carly spoke up after removing Bryan's hand. "You think she did that on purpose?"

"It wouldn't be surprising if she did," Bryan gulped.

Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)

"Don't let Bryan fool you. He's not the pure-heated saint he makes himself out to be. He once spiked one of the actor's drinks with a huge amount of almond extract to mimic cyanide poisoning and send him to the emergency room, all because the actor bought his way to the lead and Bryan got a little pissed he was passed over."

Confessional: Bryan (Screaming Gophers)

"She always loves to bring up that distasteful stain up. Well, it's not going to throw off my plans to ditch her. I still have connections to Valerie. Perhaps she can use those feminine charms to sway my team to reason."

End Confessionals

Over by the Gopher cabin, Lacey was busy looking outside the window. "What are you looking at, Lacey?" Helen asked as she walked over. However, Lacey didn't even react. The rocker stepped onto a little table and glanced over Lacey's shoulder to see Duncan...carving something into the Rats' cabin wall. "Oh, I see," Helen realized with a sly smile. "It's all I Want You Around by Los Ramones in your head, eh?"

"What?!" Lacey cried out as she stepped back in surprise. "Helen? Since when are...eh...how long have you...been...here?"

"Enough to see you watching the punk boy like a tiger eyes a zebra," Helen replied as she struggled to contain her laughter.

"That's not true. I was just...admiring his art." The duo looked over to see the finished carving, which was a skull wrapped with flames. "Yeah, he's the new Picasso," Helen teased with a nudge. "Maybe you can ask him to carve you like one of his punk muses, eh, rosy?" A moment later, Helen was stuffed into a trash can while Lacey used it as a stool for her legs. "I REGRET NOTHING!" the rocker exclaimed as she extended her arms, getting a small laugh from Lacey.

Confessional: Lacey and Helen (Screaming Gophers)

Lacey was fixing Helen's mohawk back. "Okay, maybe I exaggerated a bit," the biker admitted.

"Meh, I have a big mouth," Helen shrugged. "It's not weird that I sometimes get into these messes. But seriously, if you like him, tell him. You know, if you're feeling froggy, jump!"

"Cause you're so jumping to Nikki, right?" Helen blushed a bit. "...got me there," she admitted.

"I just don't see the point in rushing things and making a mess," Lacey shrugged. "We're fine with how things are now. He gets it. Besides, no one else has eyes for him. No point in worrying over nothing."

End Confessional

The two blondes laughed before a loud CRASH! was heard outside. "What was that?" Helen thought as she rolled out of the trash can. The girls went outside and saw Trent getting back to his feet as he set a picnic table back upright. "Trent, are you okay?" Lacey asked.

"I'm fine," Trent assured them as he rubbed his head. "I just feel a little...dizzy."

"YOWSA!" Helen cried out as she saw Trent's paler skin. "Dude, you kinda startled me. For a second, I thought you turned all ghostly, which would be kinda cool since you can fly and go through things..."

"Helen's blabbing aside," Lacey cut off, "She makes a valid point. You do look sickly, Trent. Maybe you should get a check-up at the medical tent."

"I said I'm fine," Trent gruffly told Lacey. "Just back off, okay? I've got enough on my plate with how things were yesterday during the challenge."

"Where you left Gwen buried alive and forgot about her?" Helen asked.

"Gee, thanks for reminding me." Trent walked off, leaving Helen and Lacey with a concerned look. Back at the Frog cabin, Zoey was lying on her bed, the covers over her and her eyes bloodshot.

Confessional: Zoey (Frogs of Death)

"I still can't stop thinking about that kiss with Duncan. I'm even starting to lose sleep over it. Maybe I should talk to someone on the team about this. Jasmine, Sol, Valerie and Helga are out because they're probably still mad over the pasta incident. Scarlett and Cameron are a bit too...closed off to know much about romance, Nikki and Sierra are too impulsive, Jo and Zee are, well, Jo and Zee, and I doubt Sky's in any mood to speak about romance after how things soured with Dave. Guess that leaves..."

End Confessional

"No, Pete," Phoebe sighed as her stuffed penguin sat opposite of a chess board she laid out. "The knight moves in an 'L' shape while the rook moves up and down."

"Hey, Phoebe," Zoey greeted as she knelt down to her. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I'm teaching Pete how to play chess. He keeps getting the rook and knight mixed up, though."

"Um, Phoebe, you do know that's just a stuffed toy, right?"

"His name is Pete!"

"Okay... Um, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure. What do you want to talk about, Miss Zoey? Books? Penguins? Ooh, I love penguins!"

"No, it's not penguins. I have this...friend and she likes this boy. But she accidentally kissed a different boy, and that boy likes a different girl that's friends with the friend and-"

"Why don't you just tell Mister Michael that you kissed someone else? I don't see the problem."

"What? I said- You and- Uh, I'd better freshen up before the next challenge." Zoey ran out of the cabin. "Good talk," Phoebe said to Pete as she held the stuffed penguin up.

Confessional: Phoebe (Frogs of Death)

"I've read a lot of books and learned a lot from them. Like, when someone refers to 'a friend', they usually mean themselves."

End Confessional

"Man, I can't believe Lightning's gone," Sam sighed as he sat on his bunk. "To be honest, I kinda expected him to win. He's the most athletic guy here."

"And to lose a tiebreaker to Courtney..." Bowie added. "Maybe Dawn was right in saying Courtney's the bigger problem."

"I don't recall her being wrong before. But, uh, what if there's another tie with her? She'll clean our clocks, if that makes sense."

"Maybe beg Chris for a double elimination? But in all seriousness, I'm not sure. The best move would be to prevent a tie in the first place. With Lightning gone, our alliance has weakened. Hmm, maybe we can sway Harold and DJ to our side."

"Okay, but DJ's more of a 'think with his heart' guy. Unless Courtney shows her nasty side to where she's bad as others-"

"Sam, that's it! You just plucked another great idea from that geeky head of yours."

"Uh, thanks?"

Confessional: Bowie (Toxic Rats)

"Getting Sam on my side has been one of my better moves and has reaped some benefits. If we show the other Rats how nasty and cutthroat Courtney can get, we'll get the votes to send her home. Dawn and Austin are guaranteed to vote her off. With me, Sam and Scott, we simply need to secure just one more vote out of Duncan, DJ or Harold. But if I can get more, all the better."

Confessional: Sam (Toxic Rats)

"Not sure what Bowie gathered, but I'm glad I'm in an alliance like his. Compared to everyone else, I'm the weakest physically and I don't wanna get cut because of that. Hope the next challenge isn't a physical one."

End Confessionals

"This stupid shit would have never happened if you were patient and didn't push me," Duncan scolded as he and Scott stood inside the other side of the cabin.

"Me?" Scott argued. "You're the one who didn't shut up in the fish stomach. Besides, what's the big issue here if we come clean?"

"Maybe because Lacey and Mike can turn both of us into a human abstract painting?" Scott gulped at the imagery. "Okay, okay," he sighed, "But what should we do? Zoey won't explain things to Mike without stumbling over her words and making it worse by complete accident."

"And the other teams have no reason to help," Duncan reasoned. "Who else can...?" The duo looked at each other. "Creepy Girl/Moonchild," they simultaneously said. They rushed out of the cabin and towards the woods. "Dawn," Scott called out.

"She can't be too far," Duncan reasoned. "She's been everywhere on the island already."

"Why are you looking for me?" Dawn asked as she suddenly appeared from behind. The two boys jumped up in surprise. "Don't do that again," Duncan scolded, "EVER."

"Yeah," Scott grunted as he clutched his chest, "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," Dawn apologized. "I'll assume you were searching for me to deal with your red issue."

"How do you-?" Duncan thought. "Of course you know. But yeah, we need advice."

"You do," Scott muttered.

"Your neck is in the mud as much as mine. Point is, WE need advice on what to do with this situation."

"Hmm, maybe I can ask the leaves," Dawn thought as she pulled out a porcelain cup. She filled it with water from a small puddle and placed a tea leaf into the cup. "Yeah, sure," Duncan sarcastically remarked. "Let's trust some crushed leaves."

"Hey, it's worked before," Scott admitted. Dawn focused on the leaf, but she didn't see Zoey or Mike or Lacey in her vision. Instead, she saw a panicked Gwen and suddenly, a pair of fangs that lunged ahead, making the moonchild scream as she dropped the cup, letting it shatter. "DAWN!" Scott gasped. "What happened? What did you see?" Dawn simply passed out in front of him. "I don't think that's good," Duncan noted as he put a hand to her forehead. "She's alive, but whatever she saw of our case was enough to scare the soul out of her body. I don't think revealing stuff right now is a good idea."

"Attention, campers," Chris announced over the loudspeakers, "Time for bring in yet another barrel of embarrassment out of you guys with your next challenge. Meet me at the amphitheater in ten."

"Guess we'd better go," Scott shrugged as he carried Dawn over his shoulders. "Man, she feels like dead weight all of a sudden."

"What's with the weird wooden flooring here?" Gwen asked once all the campers were gathered at the amphitheater.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, Desi?" Greg asked her in an excited tone.

"A swiller challenge we'll clobber?" Destiny squealed. Some ceremonial music started to play, and with a puff of smoke, Chris appeared in his blue tuxedo. "Nice entrance," Keith scoffed.

"I know," Chris boasted as he flashed a smile. "That should give you a clue to today's challenge."

"Lame hosts doing even lamer entrances?" Lacey teased.

"No. It's-"

"PROM NIGHT!" Destiny and Greg exclaimed with absolute joy.

"That explains the humiliation he was referring to," Paul muttered.

"Come on, Paulie," Destiny giggled as she wrapped an arm around the mechanic. "Don't you ever dream of hitting the big stage, dazzling everybody with all that swiller dancing and snazzy outfits?"

"Uh, no. I don't dream of that. One performance was enough for a lifetime."

"Yeah, don't interrupt me, Destiny," Chris scolded before regaining his composure. "The teams will be setting up their own prom night here on this floor we've set up. You have the stage, the clothing and the music for graduation to fix up, which shall be judged by me, Chef and intern Dean. The team that ranks highest will win an advantage for the second part of the challenge: the Dance of Death!"

"Dance?" Keith protested. "No way. I'm not doing that. Goodbye." He tried to walk off until he noticed Phoebe holding him back. "What's wrong with dancing, Coach?" she asked. "It's fun."

"Maybe for you," Keith gruffly replied. "Not everyone can dance, you know."

"You don't know how to dance?"

"Ha!" Sugar laughed. "He's too gruff for something so socificated."

"Like you're one to talk!" Keith lashed back.

"Well, do you know how to wiggle your fingers?" Phoebe thought.

"I've seen him wiggle that middle finger quite a bit," Valerie remarked, earning a glare from the boxer.

"Then you know how to dance, Coach. Let's go practice!" Phoebe dragged Keith off.

Confessional: Keith (Confused Bears)

"No, I did not let her drag me off. She's just that strong whenever she gets some idea stuck in her head."

End Confessional

"Okay, team," Heather began to her teammates, "We need a sophisticated prom arena and we only have a few hours to complete it."

"Why is Bossy McPushy bossing us around again?" Leshawna challenged.

"Look, do you want to win or not?"

"I don't wanna vote any of you guys out," Echo said. "Maybe hear her ideas out?"

"Trent and Helen, as the only two with musical experience, you're in charge of the song to play. For fashion, I elect Echo, Bryan and myself. Everyone else works on the sets and keep it classy. Gwen and Lacey, I especially mean it with you two."

"That actually sounds like a fairly good idea," Bryan admitted. "Knowing Chris, he'll probably want cliche designs and such."

"Fine," Leshawna sighed, "But if I catch you hovering us like in the cooking challenge, I will not hesitate to smack you upside the head, Heather!"

"Just get to work," Heather ordered. "We're on a timer here!"

"Listen up," Courtney and Bowie said at the same time, "As project manager-" The two stared at each other. "So, you're both leading today?" DJ asked.

"No, he is not," Courtney scolded. "I am leading this. I was a C.I.T., you know."

"That's not gonna help," Bowie countered, "And unlike you, I have credentials to back up why I should lead, as I have been crowned Prom King and Prom Queen."

"Gotta go with Bowie," Harold noted. "Credentials do look legit."

"So what exactly is the plan here?" Sam asked.

"You, me and Dawn will take care of the team's outfits," Bowie decided. "We also need some talented artists for music. Harold already showed some skill in the talent show, so he can be in charge of that."

"Dorkus there in charge of something?" Duncan scoffed. "Sure, let's go ahead and start heading for the bonfire."

"Now knock that off, Duncan," DJ scolded. "Harold did pull our keister out of the fire more than once. I heard he's great on the keys. Why don't you show him, Harold?" Harold rolled out a piano and started playing a nice Melody, to the amazement of most of his team. "That proof enough?" he asked the group.

"Dude, you would make even Duke Ellington blush," Bowie complimented. "But we might need some vocals to compliment it. Any recommendations?"

"Well, when I was planning to shower this morning, I thought I heard Austin singing pretty well."

"Pa always said I had a great voice," Austin boasted. "And I got just the melody in mind. Something soulful and somber to reflect on-"

"No way," Courtney protested. "That defeats the whole purpose of the challenge!"

"Actually, Austin's idea might not be such a bad idea," Bowie reasoned. "Everybody will be picking upbeat stuff, so something different might feel fresh to the judges. Okay, Austin and Harold with music...that leaves the rest of you on decoration."

"Any ideas for how to do it?" DJ asked.

"Hmm, how about we go for a regal theme? Remember, Chris and Chef are both judging it. If they feel pampered and their egos flattered, they'll be likely to praise our designs over everyone else. Go for cooler colors such as purple, blue and green, with specks of gold and silver to compliment it."

"Sounds like a plan," Sam agreed. "Let's do this, team!" Over with the Frogs, things weren't as calm. "I should be in charge of fashion!" Valerie shouted as she tugged on one end of some fabric. "I'm a fashion icon, hello!"

"But my design was the best in the fashion show," Zoey argued as she tugged on the other end of the fabric.

"Can't you both be in charge?" Phoebe wondered.

"NO!" Valerie and Zoey protested. The fabric ripped in half, sending the duo flying in opposite directions. "Cat fight aside," Nikki spoke up, "Helga and I will do music. Everyone else should figure out a design for the stage."

"But what should the design be?" Cameron asked.

"Space!" Phoebe exclaimed. "With pretty stars and planets and asteroids and comets!"

"I second the motion for an astronomical design," Scarlett decided.

"She agrees with Phoebe," Cameron clarified to the puzzled Nikki and Helga.

"Oh, okay," Nikki said. "Space it is. As for outfits...we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"How exactly are we gonna do this?" Shawn asked the Bears. "No one here knows a thing about this!"

"That's not exactly true," Ethan informed him. "Judging from Sir Gregory and Miss Destiny's reactions, they know quite a bit about the subject."

"Where are those two squealers?" Keith asked. "They should be over here."

"Uh, guys?" Paul spoke up. "Look behind you." The Bears turned and were stunned to see the stage completed behind them. There were black and white checkered walls, cassettes and vinyls lining the walls, brick-red flooring with an eerie glow, black tables with silver and gray designs of lightning bolts, some black-and-white chairs with a few looking like they were kicked over, and strings of colorful lights stretched across the ceiling like they were vines. "Looks like the party's already been started," Tyler chuckled.

"That's the idea," Greg replied as he brushed his hair back. "Desi and I practically had the whole high school at our knees come prom night."

"You call that a stage?" Courtney scoffed as she glanced over at the Bears' stage. "Ha! Did some hogs go around and decorate it?"

"Your juvie boy and the goth and biker seem to like it, though."

"Now this is what a dance should look like," Lacey noted as she and Duncan looked at the Bears' stage, while Gwen was gushing over it. "Not whatever crap Heather said."

"They don't count," Courtney protested. "Those losers have no taste." Lacey did a mocking of Courtney talking, making Duncan snicker. "I know," Gwen moaned. "She's so stuck-up."

"Whatever," Courtney told the Bears. "My design will surely beat whatever you have, and if you suck just as much with the other two items, victory is all but guaranteed."

"Fat chance of that!" Destiny shouted back as Courtney strutted off. "We don't have some pole stuck up our asses!"

"We'll clobber them, Desi," Greg assured her. "But we need to fancy up our attire."

"Fancy up what?" Dave asked. However, he noticed all but Shawn, Paul and Ethan had darted off. "Where did everybody go?"

"Time to get those outfits ready, boys!" Destiny exclaimed as she pulled out some scissors.

"I'll get measurements," Greg told her.

"We are in for it, aren't we?" Paul murmured as the duo's shadows covered the boys. Back with the Gophers, Leshawna was blowing up some red and white balloons. "Where have you girls been?" she breathlessly asked Gwen and Lacey as the duo returned. "I've been holding down the fort."

"Checking out the competition," Lacey replied. "Bears are already done with their set, and only two people set that awesome place up!"

"For real? Hmm, that enough balloons?"

"Yeah. Need help with the tables?"

"Owen's got that covered. Making sure there's enough room for some dancing. And Lindsay's getting the white sheets for the table washed so they're nice and clean." Leshawna saw Lindsay coming back, but with a towel wrapped around her head and body. "Why do you look like that?" Gwen wondered.

"Oh, I was freshening up for the dance tonight," Lindsay replied.

"And your clothes?" Leshawna asked.

"I put them in the wash like you do all dirty clothes."

"WHAT?!" Lacey cried out. She rushed over to the washroom. "Damn it! All the sheets...they're...PINK!"

"Aw, now they'll be even prettier," Lindsay gushed.

"Pink ain't a good color for a prom unless you're wearing it," Leshawna told her. "Now the tables will look like diarrhea medicine."

"We'd better hope the fashion and music pull through or we're cooked," Gwen sighed. Inside a shed, Helen was sorting through the records when she noticed Nikki and Helga walk in. "Hey, I don't smell too bad, do I?" she whispered to Trent.

"We don't have time for you to act up," Trent scolded.

"No, we have plenty of time," Helga defended. "Prom starts at dusk. It is not even noon. Ah, this song seems nice."

"Remember we're playing for a prom," Nikki reminded her. "Uh no, no, no and no."

"You just tossed out the best ones," Helen moaned. Nikki noticed Helen's pouting face and couldn't help but giggle. "Got the song, Helen," Trent cut off as he pulled her away. "Let's go."

"There goes 'the mood', as you say," Helga noted. "You know, I think you and Mohawk Girl are starting to get along a little better."

"Getting along?" Nikki thought. "Uh, I don't-"

"Listen, she asked for ways to make things right with you last she talked to me. Frankly, you should be making things right with her. You are blowing things out of proportion, and this is coming from me of all people."

"You...you think so?"

"Yes. Now, until you see her again, let's work on music. Come on." The two girls rushed out of the shed. At the Frogs' area, Sierra was hanging up some twinkling decorations while Scarlett painted some stars on the dark-blue wall. "The area looks nice," Sol noted, "But what are we gonna do about our prom outfits? Valerie and Zoey are fighting like cats and dogs over it."

"Zoey fighting," Cameron noted. "I'll admit it's odd. She's normally pretty docile."

"It's also Valerie we're talking about. She could even make Phoebe go howling like a baboon."

"Someone call for me?" Phoebe asked as she rolled out a rack of clothing out.

"Where did you get all that?" Cameron thought.

"I made it with all the spare fabric I saw lying around. Stabbed my finger a bit, though."

"It's not exactly what I imagined for a prom," Scarlett thought as she pulled off a dress.

"Did you even go to a prom?" Sol asked Phoebe.

"What exactly is a prom again?" Phoebe thought. "Do you guys know?" However, no one gave her a response. "These will do," Sky decided as she pulled off a dress. "We don't have time to waste on this."

"And it feels so cozy," Zee gushed as he snuggled with a satin-blue dress. "Can I have this one?"

"But...that was for Miss Josephine," Phoebe said. "And...you're a boy. That's a dress."

"Let him wear it," Sol told her. "You know Jo won't wear it. But Zee, don't be surprised if you get some snickers."

"Oh, I'm more of a Butterfinger guy myself," Zee replied.

"How much longer on fixing that?" Courtney demanded as DJ and Geoff moved a table over. "We have a time table to keep!"

"We don't move as fast as the Flash," Scott informed her as he painted something on the wall while standing on a ladder. "And you're the one that wanted everything perfect." A sudden blast of guitar music made him tumble off the ladder, dumping purple paint all over him and Courtney. "AAAAHHHHH!" Courtney cried out in frustration. "FIX THIS...OR ELSE!"

"Okay, okay," Scott assured her. "Don't panic."

"Oh, I'm not the one that'll be in hot water. NOW MOVE!" As Scott rushed off, he failed to notice Echo slinking in the shadows.

Confessional: Echo (Screaming Gophers)

"Hmm, why would Courtney feel confident despite nearly getting eliminated last time? And why did she say Scott was in more hot water. I wonder..." She pulled out the phone of confessionals. "Let's see if she revealed anything here."

"I have Scott and Duncan in the palm of my hand," Courtney said in the video. "They'll vote whoever I say as long as I keep my mouth shut about the kiss Duncan shared with Zoey. And once they've outlived their usefulness, I'll get rid of them."

"Oh, the classic blackmail trope. I like that...and I wonder how things will play out if Courtney's timetable got a bit sped up."

End Confessional

"How much longer will that lackey be?" Heather demanded. "We need those measurements!"

"Sorry, Heather," Echo apologized as she rushed over to her and Bryan. "Owen's was a bit trickier to do with his...girth."

"Uh, thanks," Bryan said as he took the paper. "Do you have an outfit made?"

"Oh, yes. Give me a second." Echo pulled a curtain back. A second later, she stepped out with a flowing black gown and a black rose headband. "Whose funeral are you attending?" Heather scoffed. "That won't work. Go find something else."

"But-" Echo tried to speak up. "Oh, alright. I'll go." She started to sulk off. "Um, I'd better go check up on her," Bryan thought. "Can you get started on the suits and dresses?"

"What?" Heather gasped as Bryan ran off. "Hey! Get back here!" He soon reached where Echo was. "Oh, the Almond Joy himself," Echo retorted.

"You know you didn't have to bring that up around Carly," Bryan scolded.

"Figured she should know who her supposed all really was like."

"That was an isolated incident. And besides, you and I both know who's the more deadly of poisons, which you gave away to Morningstar."

"But everyone sees her as a heretic rather than a reliable source. Everyone knows stupid love makes people do stupid shit all the time, like Danny's making into her puppet. Once people realize that, she'll be done for."

"Oh, I wouldn't dismiss her so easily. You see, the most dangerous people are often the kindest. When you push them against the wall with nothing to lose is the moment you fear them, as you have no idea when they'll-" Echo was suddenly tackled by Carly. "Pounce," Bryan finished with a shocked look. He then saw Carly tie up Echo to a metal pole in front of the stages. "Enjoy the front-row seat," Carly teased.

"You know I'll be out in moments," Echo told her.

"Are you sure about this, Carly?" Bryan asked.

"It's the best way to keep someone as vile as her contained," Carly explained. "She can't harm anybody all tied up."

"I guess so. Um, we'd better go help our teams. Best of luck, Carly. I know you'll do those outfits justice."

"Aw, thanks." The duo hurried off. "Just you wait, Morningstar," Echo muttered. "You'll be in a world of hurt soon."

"You sure these will work, Bowie?" Sam asked as he held up a white suit. "I may have gotten some fashion tips from Dakota, but I'm far from an expert."

"Have I ever steered you wrong before?" Bowie confidently replied. "Our worst competition might be the Bears, but no doubt Sugar's infighting will cause delays. This part is in the bag!" The duo noticed Dawn simply pacing around on the floor. "Aren't you gonna help?" Bowie asked. "Even a guy as fabulous as I can't do all this work myself."

"I think we have even worse problems than Courtney to worry about now," Dawn moaned while running her hands through her hair. "I foresaw a great disaster heading our way."

"Tornado?" Sam gulped as he pulled out an umbrella. "Flood? Hurricane?"

"Not a natural disaster. I-I need more details on it."

"Hold on," Bowie cut off. "First, we need to get through this challenge. We're at a numbers disadvantage right now. Until the odds are in our favor again, we can't risk losing another challenge."

"Then Dawn's thing, right?" Sam thought. Dawn could only sigh in defeat.

Confessional: Dawn (Toxic Rats)

"Even if I knew everything, how can I prevent whatever happened? I don't want history to repeat itself."

End Confessional

A few hours passed before it soon became dusk. "Alright, campers," Chris announced as he, Chef and Dean sat at a judging table. "Time to start strutting your stuff. First to judge: your prom outfits. Alright, Screaming Gophers, you're up first."

"Glad to," Heather boasted. She walked out first with a crimson dress with an elastic 'X' on the back. Leshawna was next with an orange top and skirt that exposed her stomach, along with white shoes and bracelets. Gwen had on a black dress with a spiderweb dress on the chest and midnight-blue boots, though she was trying to undo her pigtailed hair. Bryan bashfully stepped out next with a classic black tuxedo. Lindsay waved while modeling her pink dress, pink heels and curled hair. Owen cheered as he stepped out with his deep-blue plaid tuxedo. Lacey stomped out with her denim dress and chain belt. Trent came out with black tuxedo and green undershirt. Rounding up the group was Helen with her hot-pink dress that had hearts and thunderbolts sewed on. "Definitely an interesting array," Chris noted.

"Aren't you missing someone?" Chef asked.

"You mean Echo?" Bryan thought. "Haven't seen her since I last talked with her."

"Ahem," a voice coughed out. Chris, Chef and Dean turned to see the tied-up Echo. "Oh, how did this happen?" Dean snickered.

"Oh, Echo!" Helen gasped. "Hang on, I'll- WHOA!" She stumbled on her feet. "I tripped."

"We can see that," Heather remarked.

"The suits do look fairly well," Chris noted. "A bit plain, but works well. Even Owen's. As for the dresses, eh, the pinks are a bit bright."

"Leshawna's might be the best one out of the bunch," Chef noted with Dean nodding in agreement. "I'd count Gwen's if it wasn't for the pigtails." Chris held up a '5' while Dean and Chef held up a '6'. "Seventeen out of thirty," Owen noted. "Not bad."

"It's not exactly good, either," Heather muttered.

"Next up are the Toxic Rats," Chris continued. "Show me what you've got." A fanfare played as Bowie strutted out first, with a sparkling purple tuxedo and a purple purple masquerade mask decked out with purple and gold sequins. "Starting out strong," Bryan muttered to Helen, who nodded in agreement. Courtney strutted out next with a dark-gray business suit and skirt. Next came DJ with a simple black suit and a carnation pinned to the front. Scott yawned as he walked ahead with a gray suit and a loose gray tie. Harold did a pose as he showed off a James Bond-esque tuxedo. However, he was swiftly pushed aside by Duncan, who was wearing black pants, a beige shirt and a leather jacket over it. Geoff walked out next with wavy-blue shorts and a matching open shirt. Sam put on a grin while walking out with a sparkling white wedding suit. Austin came out with a pair of blue jeans and a red plaid shirt. "Come on, girl," he called out. "You're lagging behind." Dawn tiredly walked out last with a spring-green dress and a daisy crown wrapped around her head. "Uh, okay," Dean spoke up. "It's...something."

"Looks like you guys either went overboard or hardly did enough," Chris commented. "Just look at Geoff."

"But I gotta give props for the cowboy," Chef noted. "Fancy and practical at the same time." He held up a '6' while Chris and Dean held up a '2', much to Bowie's shock.

Confessional: Bowie (Toxic Rats)

"Only ten?! Ugh, Chris doesn't have any taste. But the stage and music will dazzle them so much that they'll just toss the win like that."

End Confessional

"So far, the outfits are sucking," Chris narrated. "Can the Confused Bears pull ahead? I seriously doubt it, but let's see them try." Sugar gave a whoop as she jumped out first, with a glittering pink dress that exposed her belly and a feathered Derby hat. "Glitter!" Dean cried out as some got flung towards him. "God, this will be a pain to clean out!"

"Okay, okay," Ethan said as he pushed Sugar away. "Show's over for you." He flashed a grin as he showed off his white tuxedo. "Come on, guys." Shawn walked up next with black pants, a white shirt and a green tie. He then pulled out Dave, with a messy black suit and messier hair. Alejandro strutted out with his maroon tuxedo, followed by Carly in her yellow dress with gold details. Paul walked out with a black suit as he loosened up his black tie. Millie peeked out before bashfully showing off her outfit: a pink dress with a light-blue cloth belt that dripped down like icicles, pink flats and a blue cosmos in her curly hair. Keith marched out with simple gray pants and a light-gray shirt. Tyler let out a whoop as he ran out with a sports jersey on. Greg and Destiny walked out last, with Greg sporting a tuxedo t-shirt, black pants and neatened hair; while Destiny had on a red-and-black-swirled sleeveless top, a black skirt, a maroon choker, black eyeshadow and mascara and bright-red lipgloss. "Wow, what an eye catcher," Chef breathed out. He noticed Dean's gaped mouth and closed it. "You guys got style," Chef continued. "Except for the one in the feather hat."

"HEY!" Sugar protested.

"Gotta admit they didn't go overboard," Chris added, "Even if Tyler and Keith look ready more for a football game than a dance...but what's a dance without the burly jocks? I give it an eight." Chef and Dean held up a '10' each. "Yes!" Carly cheered.

"Safe to say we're not winning this one," Sol sighed from behind a curtain.

"We can still try for a high score, though," Sierra assured him. "Build our score up across all three might lead to us winning that advantage."

"Frogs of Death," Chris impatiently called out. "We're waiting."

"Move it," Valerie ordered as she pushed Sol and Sierra away. "Time for a true star to shine." She modeled her outfit: a gleaming silver dress with red-and-orange tiger stripes on the sides. "Sheesh, what a drama queen," Sol muttered. "Let's go, guys." He walked out next with his black-and-yellow-striped tuxedo. Sierra skipped out with a traditional German dress on. The duo then went back and dragged Mike out, who had on a ragged tuxedo. Zoey walked out next with a cherry-red dress decorated with black and white polka dots. Helga came out with her attire from the talent show. Nikki twirled around in a dark-blue 1920s dress and matching headband. Sky waved as she showed off a purple sleeveless tango dress. Next was Jasmine in a sunset-orange dress, followed by Scarlett in a dorky light-brown sweater dress with a turtleneck and Cameron in a nice red shirt and a yellow bowtie. "Hey, everybody!" Zee greeted as he walked out wearing the satin-blue dress from earlier. "Hi!"

"Ha!" Jo laughed. "Nice dress!"

"Watch it, Jo," DJ warned as he and Harold shot him a glare.

"And at least he has an outfit on," Harold added. "Unlike you."

"Where's Phoebe?" Sky asked. "She should be here by now."

"You think she forgot an outfit for herself?" Nikki thought.

"Here I am!" Phoebe called out as she stumbled ahead. She now wore a camo dress with long moss-green gloves, matching sneakers and a headband of acorns and oak leaves. "Sneakers?" Chris asked.

"I can't walk in heels," Phoebe defended. "And they're cozy, like Mister Hezekias says." Zee beamed at Phoebe's words.

Confessional: Zee (Frogs of Death)

"You know, I kinda got used to Phoebe calling me by that. Makes me all special inside."

End Confessional

"Definitely admire the camo," Chef noted.

"And comfort is always a good quality with clothes," Dean added. "No judgement here, Zee. It looks a hell of a lot better than whatever Valerie's pulling off."

"Excuse me?!" Valerie protested. "I am the only one on this team with style. Just look at Little Ladybug and Bee Boy there!" Dean and Chef eyed each other before hold up an '8', with Chris holding up a '6'. "Hey, twenty-four points isn't too bad," Sierra assured them.

"But it still comes up short," Chris told her. "Edge goes to the Confused Bears. Next up, the stages. Gophers?" Leshawna and Lacey sighed before pulling their curtain back, revealing a cliche prom set-up with the balloons and tables. "Uh, the pink stands out quite a bit," Chris told them.

"Tell Lindsay not to mix colors with whites," Lacey whipped back. Chris simply held up a '2' along with Chef and Dean. "Tough luck, Gophers," Bowie snickered. "Now watch this little piece of majesty!" He pulled back his curtain, revealing a dazzling stage with purple walls and flooring, deep-blue statues of Chris lined up like soldiers, sparkling green and gold beads strung around the ceiling and a large golden throne. "You really captured my likeness there," Chris said as he admired the statues. "Automatic ten!"

"Yes!" Bowie cheered. Dean and Chef each held up a '1'. "No!" Bowie cried out.

"Why the low score?" Sam asked. "I thought it looked nice."

"If you're celebrating Mardi Gras," Sol remarked. "It ain't different from what I see back home." One of the gold beads snapped and landed on top of his head. "And it's obvious you sucked up to McLean."

Confessional: Bowie (Toxic Rats)

"Guilty."

End Confessional

"Can we move onto the other teams now?" Dean asked.

"No problem, Dean-zilla," Destiny assured him. "BEHOLD!" She and Greg pulled back their curtain, revealing the stage they set up earlier. "That's what you waste time 'behold-ing'?" Valerie scoffed. "That pigsty?"

"Whoa," Dean gasped in amazement. "This place looks amazing!"

"Takes me back to some good times," Chef thought.

"Vinyls!" Phoebe exclaimed as she pointed at the walls. "Beatles, The Who, Pat Benetar, ooh, The Rolling Stones! I know them!" She started to dance and sing. "Please to meet you

"Hope you guess my name

"But what's puzzling you

"Is the nature of my game."

"Okay, Mick Jagger," Keith told Phoebe as he pushed her off the stage. "Back to your team." Dean and Chef held up a '10' while Chris held up a '7'. "Another high score," Helen thought. "Wow."

"Frogs of Death," Chris continued, "Show us your stage decorations." Scarlett and Sierra pulled back their curtain, revealing their stage. There was dark-blue walls and Sky's decorated with stars and swirling galaxies, tables modeled after the planets, asteroid bean bag chairs and comet decorations hanging from the ceiling. "That is-" Dean began.

"Wait for it," Sierra cut off. She switched off the lights, and the stars and galaxies started to glow in the dark. "Incredible," Gwen sighed. "Why didn't we go for a space theme? They even got the constellations accurate."

"I've gotta agree with her," Dean noted. "It looks straight out of a documentary or a science show." He and Chef held up a '9' while Chris held up a '4'. "Four?!" Cameron protested.

"Space theme has been tried and done too many times," Chris told them. "Bears still lead with Frogs gaining close ground. Time for the final part of the judging: the music. Hmm, Toxic Rats, since you're falling behind, you get to go first."

"Alright!" Austin cheered.

"Perfect," Bowie added with a forced smile.

"Something wrong?" Sam whispered.

"We can kiss that advantage goodbye. Our song choice only benefits us if we DON'T go first." Austin tapped the microphone. "Harold?" he called out. Harold started playing a slow melody on the piano. "Say something, I'm giving up on you," Austin began. "I'll be the one if you want me to

"Anywhere I...would've followed you

"Say something, I'm giving up on you."

"And I," Austin and Harold chorused, "Am feeling so small

"It was over my head

"I know nothing at all

"And I will stumble and fall

"I'm still learning to love

"Just starting to crawl." The piano music intensified a bit. "Say something, I'm giving up on you," Austin and Harold sang. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

"Anywhere I would've followed you

"Say something, I'm giving up on you!"

"And I...will swallow my pride

"You're the one that I love

"And I'm saying goodbye

"Say something, I'm giving up on you

"And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

"And anywhere I would've followed you, oh-oh

"Say something, I'm giving up on you!" The piano melody slowed down. "Say something, I'm giving up on you," Austin and Harold finished, "Say something..."

"Emotional," Dean sniffled as he wiped away some tears.

"But not exactly prom material," Chris noted. He held up a '1' while Chef held up a '7' and Dean held up an '8'. "Our highest score so far," Sam assured Bowie.

"So much for the prom expert," Courtney retorted.

"The Toxic Rats pull through with a final score of 38," Chris narrated. "How might the others respond? Screaming Gophers, since you're third, you're next."

"Hope that quick cat nap did you good," Helen whispered to Trent as they walked onto the stage.

"I'll be fine," Trent mumbled back. "Just don't forget our song."

"I haven't." The two started playing a soft melody on their guitars. "I know I stand in line," Trent and Helen began, "Until you think you have the time

"To spend an evening with me

"And if we go someplace to dance

"I know that there's a chance

"You won't be leaving with me

"Then afterwards, we drop into a quiet little place

"And have a drink or two

"And then I go and spoil it all

"By saying something stupid like 'I love you'

"I can see it in your eyes

"That you despise the same old lines

"You heard the night before

"And though it's a line to you

"For me, it's true

"And never seemed so right before

"I practice every day

"To find some clever lines to say

"To make the meaning come true

"But then I think I'll wait

"Until the evening gets late

"And I'm alone with you

"The time is right, your perfume fills my head

"The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue

"And then I go and spoil it all

"By saying something stupid like 'I love you'." Helen and Trent danced in sync as they kept playing. "The time is right," the duo chorused, "Your perfume fills my head

"The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue

"And then I go and spoil it all

"By saying something stupid like 'I love you'

"I love you." Everyone applauded after the two finished. "Thank you!" Helen cheered. "Thank you!"

"Gotta admit it's a sweet love song," Chef noted.

"I know," Dean agreed.

"But it's also a bit too sappy," Chris countered. He held up a '3' while Chef and Dean held up an '8'. "That comes up to...forty-two," Bryan figured. "But both the Frog and Bear teams already have a higher score without even doing the song. No advantage for us."

"We still beat one team," Heather said. "As long as we're not last, I'll be content...though I really want that hotel."

"They were good," Helga noted.

"But we'll be better," Nikki declared. "Uh, you okay with doing this, though?"

"I will be. At least I won't be on stage alone this time."

"Alright! Chris, can we go next?"

"I was gonna do second place next," Chris recalled. "And lucky for you, it's the Frogs. On the stage, ladies." Nikki and Helga walked onto their stage. Nikki played a CD player with some pop music. "Automatic," Helga began, "Systematic

"Come on, don't be so dramatic

"Gimme what I want or I'll take it

"Problematic, would be tragic

"If we couldn't make some magic

"So just come over and shake it."

"Oh-oh-oh," Nikki sang, "Well, there's no turning back now

"Oh-oh-oh, cause I want you, won't hide it

"Oh-oh-oh, it's not love, that's a fact, I'm saying

"Oh-oh-oh, that I need you."

"Ah..." the duo chorused, "Love that crazy little thing you do

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I want you."

"Stimulated," Helga vocalized, "I'm not jaded

"'Cause of you, I'm captivated

"The way you move, it excites me

"No more waitin', music's playin'."

"I don't hear a word you're sayin'!" Nikki exclaimed.

"Touch me 'cause you know it ignites me," Helga sang.

"Oh-oh-oh, well, there's no turning back now

"Oh-oh-oh, 'cause I want you, won't hide it

"Oh-oh-oh, it's not love, that's a fact, I'm saying

"Oh-oh-oh, that I need you."

"Ah..." the duo chorused, "Love the crazy little thing you do

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you

"Ah... Love that crazy little thing you do

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you."

"Oh...oh-oh," Helga vocalized.

"I want you," Nikki sang.

"Oh...oh-oh."

"I need you."

"Oh...oh-oh."

"I feel you."

"Oh...oh-oh."

"And that's true."

"Ah... Love that crazy little thing you do."

"Hey! Ho!"

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you."

"Hey! Ho!"

"Ah..." Helga sang while clapping to the beat, "Love that crazy little thing you do."

"Hey!" Nikki exclaimed. "Ho!"

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you."

"Hey! Ho!"

"Ah..." the duo chorused, "Love that crazy little thing you do."

"Hey!" Nikki cheered. "Ho!"

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you."

"Hey! Ho!"

"Ah... Love that crazy little thing you do."

"Hey! Ho!"

"Ah...ah-ah, I go crazy when I'm next to you." Helga and Nikki did a pose as the song finished playing. "Incredible," Helen breathed out as her face turned the color of a flamingo. "Just...incredible."

"Definitely a better song to dance to," Chris noted.

"They harmonized well, too," Dean added.

"Meh, I've never been a fan of this new pop gunk," Chef complained. He held up a '2' while Dean held up a '9' and Chris held up a '7'. "Sixty-four points we've accumulated," Scarlet calculated, "With a sizable lead against the Bears."

"We might get that advantage, guys," Nikki cheered.

"Doubt it," Sierra sighed. "I just realized something."

"What?"

"The Bears have power couple Grestiny on the team! And they only need ten points to beat us!"

"Oh, fuck. We're screwed, aren't we?"

"Not unless they foul up," Valerie reasoned. "Maybe-"

"Try it and I'll ship you to Scary Girl's address," Paul threatened.

"Last up are the Confused Bears," Chris announced. "Can they keep up their or will they crash and burn?" Greg started to play a gentle rhythm on the piano. "Huh," Lacey thought, "I was sure they'd go something, um, matching the scenery." Greg played a few more notes, then smirked as he slid over to some drums and began playing. "Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!" he began as Destiny jammed out on her guitar. "Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!" The duo continued playing. "Oh, yeah!" Destiny bellowed.

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh yeah!" Greg chorused at the same time. "Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!"

"Yeah!"

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!" Destiny continued to play her guitar. "It's been a long, rough road and I'm finally here," she sang, "I move an inch forward, it feels like a year

"Everything I feel seems so unreal... Is it true? Is it true?"

"I take one step forward and two steps back

"Got a hundred thousand pounds sittin' on my back

"Up, down, all around, don't know quite what to do to get through."

"But I'm on my way," Destiny declared while Greg vocalized in the background, "On my way, on my way, on my way

"Here I am..."

"Here I am," Greg chorused.

"Made it to the end of you."

"Never had a chance while I'm around," the duo chorused.

"No! No!" The duo continued to play. "No, no, no, no!" Greg vocalized as he banged on his drums.

"And now I'll never turn back," Destiny sang.

"I'll never turn back!"

"I'll never turn that way

"No matter how life tries to face me

"I'll turn the other way

"Now and then..."

"Now and then..."

"My head starts to spin..."

"Starts to spin..."

"But I'll never turn back again."

"No! No!"

"From this moment on..."

"Moment on..."

"I am moving on..."

"Moving on..."

"And I'll never turn back." Destiny played a riff on her guitar. "No!" Greg declared. "Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!"

"I guess I'm doin' alright," Destiny sang, "And I'm on my way

"Facing every moment day by day

"Take a chance, slip on by, got to time to answer why

"Head straight...I head straight

"And what will I become if I don't look back?

"Give myself a reason for this and that

"I can learn, no U-turn, gotta stay right here where I'm at

"Where I'm at!"

"But I'm on my way," Destiny continued as Greg vocalized in the background, "On my way, on my way, on my way."

"Here I am..." Destiny declared.

"Here I am," Greg sang.

"Made it to the end of you."

"Never had a chance while I'm around," the duo chorused.

"No! No!" Destiny played another rift, smiling at her friend the whole time. "No, no, no, no!" Greg vocalized as the drum beat intensified.

"And now I'll never turn back!" Destiny sang.

"I'll never turn back!"

"I'll never turn that way

"No matter how life tries to face me

"I'll turn the other way!

"Now and then..."

"Now and then..."

"My head starts to spin..."

"Starts to spin..."

"But I'll never turn back again."

"No! No!"

"From this moment on..."

"Moment on..."

"I am moving on..."

"Moving on..."

"And I'll never turn back..." Destiny blared her guitar. "No!" Greg declared. "Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, yeah!" The duo continued to rock out. "I'll!" Destiny and Greg declared as the song finished up, "I'll!

"I'll never turn back." The Bears erupted in applause, save for Sugar and Dave. "THAT WAS SO FRICKING AWESOME!" Dean exclaimed.

"He likes it," Cameron noted. Dean and Chef held up a '10' while Chris held up a '6'. "And with a staggering 81 points," Chris narrated, "The Bears have clobbered the other teams and won the special advantage."

"Yes!" Paul cheered. "Destiny, you did it!"

"Hey, don't forget my Greggy here," Destiny told him as she pulled Greg close.

"Hers..." Greg sighed with a lovestruck look.

Confessional: Greg (Confused Bears)

"This prom challenge is probably the best opportunity to tell Desi how I truly feel about her. I can just imagine it: the lights shining, the music playing, we close in together-"

"We get it, Romeo!" Keith shouted from outside. "You smooch the girl of your dreams. Get it over with already!"

"Like you're an expert at romance."

End Confessional

"A shame we couldn't win that advantage, huh?" Lacey joked as she nudged Zoey. However, she noticed the red-headed girl looking down onto the floor. "Something up?"

"Huh?" Zoey asked, getting out of her thoughts.

"You're looking at the floor like there was a spot to clean."

"Well...uh...it's nothing."

"Doesn't look or sound like nothing to me." Zoey simply but her lip with worry.

Confessional: Zoey (Frogs of Death)

"I may not be brave enough to speak with Mike, but I can at least be brave enough to speak with Lacey. It was still an accident. She'll more than understand."

End Confessional

"Well..." Zoey began after taking a breath, "A couple of days ago...during that challenge where we had to collect coins in a cave...we ended up in a giant fish gut."

"Yeah, Duncan mentioned that," Lacey noted with a playful tone, "If the smell didn't give it away." Zoey tensed up a little. "Well..." she continued. "When we were there, there was this-"

"OW!" a voice cried out. The girls turned to see Echo still tied up to the pole and struggling to free herself. "Oh, Echo," Lacey gasped. "We completely forgot about you!"

"It's nothing new," Echo moped. "I think I got some rope burn."

"Just hang tight," Zoey assured her. "We'll find some scissors or something."

"Not to sound picky, but I'm not sure I want help from a two-timer."

"What?" Lacey asked.

"It's-it's nothing," Zoey nervously brushed off as she stood between her and Echo. "Just a-" However, Lacey simply pushed her aside. "Echo, what exactly do you mean by saying Zoey's a two-timer?" she questioned.

"Oh, didn't she tell you about her little make-out with Duncan?" Echo innocently asked. Lacey could only gape in shock at the bombshell, but her face soon soured and her fists clenched up. "Lacey, please listen!" Zoey begged, catching Duncan's attention. "There was- The fish- I never- It was an accident! You have to believe me!" She was grabbed by her dress cuff. "Why should I believe a damn word you say?!" Lacey lashed out. She dropped Zoey out of her hand, and the biker's lip quivered before she ran off crying, attracting an even larger audience. "Lacey, wait!" Duncan called out as he ran over towards Zoey. "Come back!"

"What happened?" Mike asked as he skid over. "Zoey, you okay?" Zoey could only mumble as she laid on the ground. "Come on, Lace," Duncan called out. "You can't get pissed at Zoey for all of this."

"Uh-oh," Scott muttered, knowing where this talk was leading to.

"If you're gonna get mad at someone, then blame Scott! He pushed me on Zoey and made us kiss!"

"HE DID WHAT?!" Mike shouted, his eyes burning with rage. He whipped over to Scott. "Heh, funny story about that..." Scott nervously laughed. He yelped with fright as Mike tried to go after him, with Paul and Nikki holding him back. "How could you do something so...so...evil?!" he spat out as he flailed about. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

"Guys?" Sky spoke up, trying to calm the situation. "Guys, will you-?"

"Don't even try," Jasmine cut off as she dragged the Olympian away. "They are the enemy. Their business isn't ours."

"QUIET!" Helen shouted over the noise, silencing everyone for a brief moment. "Sorry, but all the fighting's bumming things."

"Come on," Bryan assured the group. "I mean, don't you find all this a little suspect?"

"Very suspect," Carly added.

"Guy kinda makes a point," Duncan admitted before turning to Echo. "Where did you even hear of this?"

"From her," Echo replied as she nodded in Courtney's direction. "She was practically gloating about the kiss and power and something about a vote or two..."

"Why, that little-"

"Dude, you don't want a murder on your juvie record, too," Bowie told Duncan as he held the delinquent back.

"I wouldn't mind cleaning it up," Austin reasoned as he glared at Courtney, "Since that bitch is behind some nasty blackmail!"

"You're even worse than Julia," Sam scolded. The fighting soon got up again. "Hey!" Carly called out to the group. "Calm down!" She groaned in frustration. "I'll do check up on Lacey," Helen volunteered before running off. Carly and Bryan noticed Echo giggling as she effortlessly undid the ropes with a single slice. "Can't do any damage tied up, hmm?" she taunted as she put away a pocket knife.

"You..." Carly seethed. "You just-"

"Hang on," Bryan warned as he held her back. "You'll just be wasting your time. All she did was pull up a smokescreen. Things will cool down soon."

"Oh, I highly doubt that," Echo slyly replied. "Something like that doesn't go away overnight. But I wouldn't trouble yourself, Morningstar. You'll have much worse problems to worry about." She had a slight chuckle as she walked off, to Carly's confusion and concern.

(cue commercial)

"Alright," Chris announced, "Now onto the second part of the challenge: the Dance of Death!"

"But I don't want any death!" Phoebe cried out.

"What exactly is this dance, anyway?" Heather demanded. Chris simply pressed a button, raising the floor the campers were standing on upward. "Whoa!" Nikki shouted. "A little warning next time!"

"This dance stage will become a free-for-all for control," Chris explained. "To win, you simply have to knock your opponents off. Hits, kicks, slaps, whatever goes. Once you're knocked off, you can't come back up. Last one standing wins immunity and a party at the spa hotel."

"Anything else to add?" Millie asked with suspicion. "Like, is the floor booby-trapped with trapped doors?"

"No. No trap doors. But...the floor might give out some shocks, like this." Chris pressed another button, and the campers were zapped by the floor. "Electrified flooring," Dave coughed out. "Great."

"Gives new meaning to 'electric slide'," Greg noted as he fixed his frazzled hair back.

"You thinking what I am, Greggy?" Destiny asked.

"Totally." Greg puckered up for a kiss. "Rubber shoes," Destiny replied, oblivious to Greg falling over and getting zapped again. "We won't get shocked that way. Greggy?"

"So what exactly is the advantage that we have?" Alejandro asked Chris.

"Confused Bears," Chris told them, "Your advantage is...choosing one person from each of the losing teams to sit out. It'll make winning harder on the others."

"Acceptable."

"We gotta make the power people sit out," Shawn reasoned. "They'll be harder to knock off."

"So either Lacey or Owen for the Gophers," Millie said. "Well, Lacey's stronger..."

"It's either Jasmine or Helga for the Frogs," Keith put in. "They tower over most of us."

"Helga's fighting has been most consistent," Ethan recalled. "Let's sit her out. Now, what about the Rats?"

"DJ?" Carly shrugged. "He looks strong."

"He's a wuss!" Sugar protested.

"She's kinda right," Greg admitted. "Out of the Rats, DJ's the most unwilling to fight back physically. We need a combat pro...someone like..."

"No, not Duncan," Carly pleaded. "After what just happened..."

"It's just to keep ourselves safe," Alejandro assured her. "It's nothing personal."

"Map-map-map-map-map," Destiny mocked with an annoyed look.

"Destiny," Paul scolded, silencing her. "Okay, Chris, we've decided. The people sitting out will be...Helga, Lacey and Duncan."

"Crap," Bowie muttered. "There goes our best offense." Lacey and Duncan got off the stage, unwilling to meet eyes. "You two should spend some time apart before talking again," Helga recommended as she stepped between the duo.

"You can't-" Duncan began but Helga's glare was enough to send a shiver down his spine. "I-I mean, it's not a bad idea."

Confessional: Helga (Frogs of Death)

"Those two probably need to separate so they do not start shouting again. After some time passes is best chance to talk like civilized people."

End Confessional

The campers eyed each other on the elevated dance stage. Leshawna cracked her knuckles, Courtney stretched a bit, Tyler paced back and forth, Valerie made a slashing motion towards Paul, Jasmine readied her fists, Scott gulped with worry as he saw Mike glaring at him, Destiny and Greg shared a smirk and Helen hopped up and down in excitement. "Get ready for the biggest dance brawl in TD history," Chris announced. "And...go!" Chef laid down a needle on a record, making some techno dance music play. Owen was the first to charge ahead, with his girth knocking Austin and Cameron off the floor. "Keep at it, Owen!" Trent rallied as he and Gwen dodged Sol's attacks. "Up for a dance, Gwen?"

"Don't talk to me," Gwen scoffed.

"Oh. You're still mad about the whole 'bury you alive' thing?" Gwen's upset stare was enough to answer Trent's question. "Can't blame you," Trent sighed. "I'd still be mad if the roles were reversed. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can forgive myself for that. You're the last person I'd leave buried alive if I had a choice."

"Really?" Gwen thought as her expression softened. "That's so sweet." However, their moment was broken when DJ bumped into Gwen and Sol, knocking them both off. "Oops," DJ meekly said. "Sorry, man, I-" He gulped as he saw Trent's glare. A second later, DJ was screaming as he went flying off the stage.

Confessional: DJ (Toxic Rats)

"I had no idea Trent could do that when he got mad! Kinda scared me."

End Confessional

The dance battle raged on. Keith landed a punch on Sierra and knocked her off. Valerie managed to trip Lindsay and Tyler off the stage. Bowie dodged Nikki's attacks and let her fly off the stage. However, he was quickly knocked off by Mike. "WHERE IS HE?!" Mike shouted. Scott was hiding behind Sam when the gamer was kicked off by Jasmine. Scott screamed as Mike started to chase him. "Sheesh, what a temper," Shawn muttered. He noticed Dave simply moping around. "Come on, man!" Shawn called out. "You'll get knocked out that way!"

"No worries," Sugar assured him as she walked over. "I know how to motivate him!"

"I've got a very bad feeling about this." Sugar grabbed Dave and wrapped him in a hug. "What Sky did to you was wrong," she assured him as he stroked his head. "You know what I'd want more than anything if I was you?"

"To be her boyfriend?" Dave asked.

"No! I'd wanna knock her off so she can't win the million dollars."

"Yes! You hear that, Love-Meanie-Pants? I'm coming for ya!"

"Focus, Dave. Fo-cus. Let Sugar show you how to do it." Sugar screamed as she rushed towards Owen and bashed into him, knocking him, Helen, Geoff, Jo and Scarlett in one swoop. "Whoa," Bryan breathed out. "She's got power."

"Got that, Dave?" Sugar called out. "Your go!"

"Yeah," Dave replied. He screamed as he rushed towards Sky, but she quickly weaved out of the way, making Dave run right off the stage and land with a loud SMACK! "Ooh, that's gonna leave a mark," Shawn winced. He dodged Sky's punches. "Hey, what gives?"

"It's the challenge, Shawn," Sky told him with a deadpan expression. "Did you forget that?"

"Oh, right. Well, you still got time to talk? It's about Dave."

"That jerk?"

"No, wait, it's important. It-" Shawn was kicked away by Jasmine. "I said back off, you little gremlin!" she shouted. She sent some more kicks, making Shawn fly off the stage and crash next to Dave.

Confessional: Sky (Frogs of Death)

"I know this is a challenge where we fight each other, but Jasmine went completely overboard! Not even I would do that to Keith or Dave or even Jo."

End Confessional

Millie attempted to slap Courtney but Courtney simply swung her around by the arm before she was flung off. "Millie!" Carly gasped. She was then knocked off by Echo. "Sorry about that," she told her in a sickeningly sweet tone. Sugar tried charging at Phoebe, but Phoebe ducked down in fear, making Sugar trip and fly off the stage. "Hoorah for Miss Phoebe!" Ethan cheered.

"Whose side are you on?" Greg asked.

"Yours. And hers. It's a lose-win thing, you know." Ethan ducked at Jasmine's punch and quickly moved away from her. Leshawna's 'dancing' was enough to bump Harold and Greg off the stage. "Greggy!" Destiny gasped. She scowled at Zee, who gave a nervous wave. She threw a hard punch, sending him flying right out of the dress. "Oh," Zee realized as he covered his underwear with his hat.

"Things are getting closer towards the end," Chris narrated. "Let's make them move a bit more." He pressed a button, and the outermost ring of the stage floor drop off, which was enough for Keith to lose his balance and fall off. "Less space to work with," Bryan muttered. He then bumped into Valerie. "You're still here?" she questioned.

"Just a fairly good dancer," Bryan bashfully admitted. The duo were zapped by the floor. "Okay, this has got to stop," Valerie complained.

"Hey," Bryan whispered as the duo dodged more of Leshawna's 'dancing', "Any chance you can trim down my team from this stage?" Valerie looked over towards where Scott was still running from Mike. "Sorry, sweetie," she told him, "But I've got other plans." She twirled him, letting him spin off the stage. Destiny was swinging her guitar towards Sky while Paul managed to trip Jasmine off the stage. However, Paul noticed Mike still chasing Scott, even knocking Leshawna off trying to get to her. "I'd better do something before this becomes a bloodbath," Paul murmured. "Hmm, anything goes, right?" He knelt down to where Sol was standing up. "I need some help." Paul whispered something into Sol's ear. "Are you serious?" Sol asked. "You won't even be able to hold it."

"Just do it," Paul demanded.

"Fine. Your funeral." Sol tossed up a silver chain onto the stage. Paul winced in pain as he tried to pick it up. "Paul, are you nuts?" Ethan quietly questioned as he noticed him. "You know what that stuff can do."

"Got no other choice," Paul told him as he wrapped some cloth around his hands before picking up the chain. "Follow me." The duo rushed off. Meanwhile, Scott reached the edge of the floor. "Nowhere else to run," he fearfully realized.

"YOU!" Mike growled out as he spotted the trapped boy. He started to charge ahead when a silver chain wrapped around his wrist, stopping him. "Hey!" Mike turned and was stunned to see Paul holding the other end of the chain. "Paul?" Mike gasped in a hurt tone. "Let go!"

"No, Mike," Paul sternly told him. "It's for your own good." Mike tried to tug himself free, making Paul lurch forward. "Ethan, help!" Paul cried out. Ethan grabbed Paul's chain and pulled back with him, yanking Mike back. "OW!" Mike cried out in pain as the silver chain rubbed on his skin, burning him.

Confessional: Ethan (Confused Bears)

"Michael's skin burned from the chain?! But...that would mean...and if Paul knew to use that chain..." He gasped. "He knew all this time and didn't say anything?!"

End Confessional

Heather was weaving Courtney's attacks when she tripped over Alejandro's shoes. "Hey!" Heather complained. "Oh, it's you again. I thought you were knocked out long ago."

"On the contrary," Alejandro assured her as he pulled her close. "I always loved a good dance." The duo weaved a bit against Courtney, even doing a little tango as they got closer to where Mike, Paul and Ethan were struggling at. Courtney launched another attack, but Alejandro moved himself and Heather out of the way, making her crash into the middle of the chain, which dragged her, Mike, Paul and Ethan off the stage. "Paulie!" Destiny gasped.

"Desi, I know what you're thinking," Greg worriedly told her. "Don't even."

Confessional: Destiny (Confused Bears)

"'Don't even'?! Like I'm not gonna avenge my fallen friend! Al knew exactly what he did with those Heather moves. He just sabotaged us!"

End Confessional

"Wow," Heather said as she looked over at the pile below. "Nice move."

"You can get a closer look," Alejandro slyly replied. He quickly dropped Heather, letting her fall off the stage. "Is it over?" Scott squeaked out as he peeked an eye open. "Oh, it's safe."

"I wouldn't be quick to say that," Valerie snickered as she grabbed Zoey. She then tossed Zoey over at Scott, making both of them get knocked off. "Not cool, Val!" Scott scolded.

"Just Dawn left to take down," Trent told Echo. "We do that and we're safe."

"Shouldn't we focus on a stronger team, though?" Echo wondered. "If they're out, they'll have to vote someone off, right?"

"Are you sure about that, though? Look at Destiny." Destiny was wrestling with Valerie until Destiny used her knee to whack Valerie in the chin. Destiny then quickly tossed Valerie off the stage. "Bye-bye, Bubblegum Bitch!" she taunted.

"Phoebe?" Sky thought as she approached her. "How are you still on?"

"In a word," Phoebe replied as she lifted up a foot, revealing black padding on her sneaker, "Velcro. Thank the army for making it and NASA for popularizing it. Anything goes, right? That was the rules."

"And Chris teased you for it. Now you're showing him. We'd better go after the Gophers. Destiny can clobber both of us and if Dawn's the last one standing, it's safe to assume she's too good at dodging."

"Okay. It would be pretty sad if Coach's team lost."

"Why are you wasting time with Coach, I mean, Keith? Argh, don't get me doing that!"

"We're nearing the end, people!" Chris announced. "Time for a little less wiggle room." The outer floor fell off, leaving the innermost section left. Destiny noticed her close proximity to Alejandro and frowned.

Confessional: Alejandro (Confused Bears)

"Hmm, perhaps if I bait Destiny into throwing the game, Millie and Carly will consider her too unstable to keep around and cement their votes. But I know she won't buy whatever I say even if it's the truth. Unless...I bait someone else. Destiny will get defensive and lose her temper, cause us to lose and get booted off. There's still the matter of splitting votes, but I have faith it'll get handled."

End Confessional

"Hey!" Phoebe cried out as Echo swung and hit her. "Stop it! It hurts!"

"Phoebe, it's part of the challenge, remember?" Sky recalled as she and Trent dodged each other's attacks. She managed to catch Trent's fists and the two wrestled for a bit. "Okay, awkward," Sky admitted as they stood more in a position for waltz.

"Impressive waltz, Sky," Alejandro complimented. "Maybe you can give me some pointers?"

"She never asked, Al!" Destiny scolded. Sky and Trent kept struggling, with Dawn weaving to avoid them. The duo eventually stumbled and fell off the stage. "Now we have only one player left," Leshawna moaned. "And no offense to Echo, but I don't see her surviving."

"Wonder Wuss against those guys?" Jo scoffed. "Go ahead with the marshmallows: we're toasted." The Bears started to cheer. "No way we can lose this!" Tyler exclaimed. "You go, Al!"

"Don't cheer!" Destiny protested. "Al's the reason Paulie and Galahad are out!"

"Desi, don't put Tyler down like that," Alejandro told her.

"Hey, no one calls me that except my Greggy!"

"Phoebe, you'd better get out of the way of that hurricane," Keith warned.

"Careful up there, Dawn," DJ advised.

"No," Mike told her as he struggled to get out of the chain he, Paul, Ethan and Courtney were tied up in, "Get off the platform."

"But we'll lose." DJ looked over towards Duncan, Scott and Courtney. "Oh," he realized with a frown. "Best to leave now, Dawn."

"You..." Mike seethed as he pointed to Scott, "Are so e-lim-mi-na-ted."

"Dude has my vote," Geoff agreed.

Confessional: Scott (Toxic Rats)

His eyes started to dampen. "I...I almost feel like I'm gonna cry." He wiped his eyes and sniffled.

End Confessional

"So you treat Gregory as an object?" Alejandro asked as he stepped back from Destiny. "Desi, how could you?"

"Desi, ignore him," Greg warned. "Riling you up is just what Al wants you to do."

"Again with this?" Paul moaned. "Just knock one of the girls off already!"

"Squish Echo!" Keith shouted. "Or Dawn! Hurry and do it!"

"Come on, Desi," Alejandro encouraged. "It must be up to you. I cannot hit these fair ladies. You must seize the day!" Destiny growled in frustration. "I'LL SEIZE THE YOU, YOU BASTARD!" she shouted with absolute fury as she kicked Alejandro off the stage. "YOU'VE HAD THIS COMING SINCE DAY ONE!" She lunged after him and continued to attack him. "Destiny!" Carly and Millie gasped in shock. Destiny continued to punch Alejandro's face and body. "Desi, stop!" Greg called out. "Oh, gotta think. Aha. Ah, an asthma attack! I'm dying!" He dramatically passed out. "Greggy!" Destiny cried out as she tossed Alejandro away like trash and ran over to Greg's side. "Oh, what do I do for this?! I don't want Greggy croaking!"

"Maybe some...CPR?" Greg weakly suggested as he peeked an eye open. Destiny immediately started doing some chest compressions, making Greg wince in pain. "Not that kind!" he complained as he sat up.

"Greggy!" Destiny exclaimed as she gave him a tight. "Oh, I was so worried when you...Wait a minute. You don't have asthma. GREGGY, YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!"

"Hey, you know I'm the only one to calm your tempest and rock your hurricane." Greg gave her a quick peck on the nose. Destiny could only blush before passing out. "Desi?" Greg wondered with shock. "Oh, God, did I break her?"

"What is even going on down there?" Echo asked. She was suddenly pushed off the stage by Dawn, and Dawn soon hopped off the stage. "Wow," Chris chuckled. "In the most unexpected turn of events, Phoebe wins immunity without even raising an arm!"

"I won?" Phoebe thought. "Yay." She was zapped by the floor again. "Velcro doesn't have insulation properties against electrical currents." Keith quickly caught Phoebe as she wobbled off the stage. "And while the Confused Bears had everything going for them," Chris continued, "They ended up being the prom rejects. I'll see your butts at the campfire tonight."

"Aw, man," Paul moaned. "Well, at least we know who's going, right, Ethan?" However, Ethan remained silent with a stern expression. "We're due for a talk?" Paul guessed.

"Oh, yeah," Ethan quietly replied. "Long due."

Confessional: Paul (Confused Bears)

"He knows. Well, if I want any chance of us working out, I'll need to be honest with him." He sighed. "I figured this talk would come sooner or later when he'd figure it all out."

End Confessional

"We lost?!" Dave sobbed as he still lied on the ground. "No! No!" Sky looked over and couldn't help but give a sympathetic look. "Poor guy," Shawn sighed as he joined her side. "I could've never imagined it would get like this." He noticed Sky's puzzled look. "Sky, I'm sorry. It's my fault Dave became this. I tried giving him advice on how to win your affection again by showing he was a winner, but it all went wrong."

"So what you're telling me is you're the reason Dave started acting like an arrogant jerk?" Sky questioned with an upset look.

"Sky, I wasn't meaning for that. I was just trying to help!"

"Like you were any help before," Jasmine scolded as she stepped between the duo and glared at Shawn. "I thought I told you to stay away. But here you go, raising hell like always."

"Like you're any better!" Sky lashed back. "You're the one who screwed things up, Jasmine! You're ALWAYS taking things too far with everything over NOTHING! Here, the water challenge, and ESPECIALLY the three zone area where you were more than willing to endanger the lives of ENTIRE TEAM because of some petty grudge over Shawn DOING THE FUCKING CHALLENGE! Oh, and you thought it was a bright idea to butt into MY affairs with Dave and make things worse! You know, looking back, Zoey was completely in the right to let you get hit with pasta. YOU STINK!" Her shout was enough to knock Jasmine over and squash Shawn. Sky simply scowled before marching off. "Wow," Keith breathed out as he watched her march off. "I've never seen her get that pissed...ever."

"I wonder what had troubled her," Alejandro wondered as he rubbed his bruised arms.

"I am the last person you want to be pressing your luck with, Al."

"No Whammy," Phoebe slurred in Keith's arms, "No Whammy, stop!"

"Looks like everyone else is heading back," Trent noted as most of the campers walked back to their cabins.

"Is that dance offer still up?" Gwen asked with a slight smile. "We might as well before the place is taken down."

"Really?"

"Oh, a dance party!" Carly exclaimed. "A little positivity before the vote would be nice."

"I would like some soft music to relax my mind," Dawn yawned. "Maybe even to sleep to."

"Yeah, it has been stressful recently," Gwen admitted. "Between all the teams, really. But hey, that won't stop us from enjoying ourselves, right?"

"Yeah," Trent replied. "For now, no worries. Carly, would you mind?"

"Oh, yeah," Carly said as she put a record down. "Just put the needle down easy..." A classical melody played as Gwen and Trent slow-danced in the Frogs' stage, with the lights and constellations glowing against the darkness. "They're so sweet for each other," Carly sighed. "Don't you agree, Dawn?" She turned to see Dawn fast asleep, mumbling some incoherent words. "This feels so nice," Trent told Gwen as they kept dancing.

"I had other words than just 'nice'," Gwen thought. "Mystical, heavenly, otherworldly... Surely a musician like yourself can get more creative."

"Ouch, that hurts." Trent chuckled a little. "You do have a way with wit," he told Gwen.

"Sorry to cut in on your moment," Carly spoke up, "But are you feeling okay, Trent? You look as pale as provolone cheese."

"I said I'm fine! Why is everyone harping about that?"

"Come on, Carly," Gwen said. "Besides, weren't we supposed to take it easy tonight and leave the worries for tomorrow?"

"I'm just concerned," Carly defended as she walked over to the record player. "Maybe we should call it a day and-" She screamed out in pain. "Damn it! How did the needle scratch me up that bad?" She noticed Trent covering his nose and mouth. "Ah! Don't worry, buddy. I'll, uh, get it covered up." She quickly tore off a piece of the Gophers' tablecloth and started wrapping it around her hand. "Trent?" Gwen asked as she glanced over to him. "You look ready to puke."

"Maybe she was right," Trent muffled. "I'm-I'm gonna head back to the cabin." He ran off in a rush. "Should we-?" Gwen thought

"No!" Carly protested. "You, uh, might catch whatever bug Trent might have. Uh...uh..." She shook Dawn awake. "Dawn, go check on Trent. You're the better medic between us three." At the cabin, Trent was feverously searching the beds and drawers. "Where is it?!" he cried out, panic seeping in his tone. "Where?! Damn it. How did I not realize sooner?! Where is it?! Did-did someone take it?! WHO?!"

"Of course," Dawn gasped as she peeked inside the cabin.

Confessional: Dawn (Toxic Rats)

"So that's what my premonition meant. Trent will end up losing control and try to attack Gwen. But he wouldn't let it slip this far intentionally." She gasped. "What if someone set these events in motion with that intention? If so, then who would do something so sadistic? And what can I do to prevent it?"

End Confessional

Inside the Rat cabin, DJ was comforting Lacey as she cried on his bunk. "It'll be okay," he assured her.

"I can't believe Scott could do such a thing," Sam thought.

"I can," Geoff grumbled.

"Geoff, come on," Harold protested. "Duncan's the one at fault here for leading Lacey on."

"If anyone's the deceiver," Sam argued, "It's Zoey. She knew about the whole Lacey/Duncan stuff."

"Can you guys just drop it for now?" DJ requested as Lacey cried on his shoulder. "Not the time to play the blame game."

Confessional: DJ (Toxic Rats)

"Looking at it, I believe Zoey when she said the kiss was an accident, and I doubt Scott would push her and Duncan to kiss on purpose. He knows he's at risk to go home already. But what Courtney did, blackmailing Duncan and Scott for their votes, that is just wrong."

End Confessional

In the woods, Zoey was also into tears when she noticed Echo approaching her. "What do you want?" Zoey miserably asked.

"I, um, wanted to, um, apologize," Echo stammered. "I shouldn't have said that stuff. I didn't know the whole story behind it."

"Oh, don't blame yourself. I should've known this would happen once word got out. Oh, how I've ruined my friendship garden with Lacey!"

"There, there. At least things can only go up from here, right? Um, maybe you should do something to keep your mind busy. I heard you were a pretty good archer."

"Well, I just dabble with it. Maybe I can show you what I know?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful. Hopefully this will lift your spirits a teensy bit." As Zoey walked ahead, she didn't notice Echo's sly smile behind her. Back at the Bear cabin, things were more in a heated argument. "What do you mean you won't vote with us?!" Destiny protested.

"Because you're just being paranoid as usual," Paul told her as he rubbed lotion on his burned hands.

"Al was the reason you and your little boy-toy got out!"

"No, it was not! And don't call Ethan that!"

"No, Desi's right," Greg defended. "Did you hear how Al was speaking to her? He was deliberately provoking her into attacking him."

"Are you forgetting Sugar, Einstein? She's the one we need to vote for." Paul noticed Shawn checking the beds and putting something in a box. "What are you doing?" he sighed.

"Making sure my friend doesn't make a mistake he'll regret," Shawn explained. "Let's see...eight, nine, ten...one of them's missing. Listen, no one vote for Dave, no matter how much he whines or pleads or begs."

"Wasn't planning on it," Greg shrugged.

"You're still nuts," Paul grumbled as he walked out of the cabin.

"Phew," Shawn breathed out. "I'd better check with the other girls." He ran out of the cabin, as well. "Now what?" Destiny moaned. "Why won't Paulie and them believe us?"

"I believe you," a voice spoke up. Destiny and Greg turned to see Keith leaning on the doorway. "You believe Desi?" Greg asked with a suspicious look. "This isn't a trick, is it?"

"No," Keith replied. "The only one playing tricks was Alejandro earlier. You're absolutely right: he baited Destiny into taking the fall."

"That wevil little-" Destiny began.

"Your outburst was enough. Listen, if you need a vote against him, count me in."

"Swiller! We're making progress!"

Confessional: Keith (Confused Bears)

"Had to vote for Alejandro. Sugar may be an ass, but Al's the bigger threat to worry about. As a former member of that crappy Villain Alliance, I've seen what they're capable of. How sneaky, underhanded and outright ruthless they can get. Though I still don't get how Samey and Echo got wrapped up in that. Anyway, Al's toast tonight."

End Confessional

Later that night, the Confused Bears were seated at the campfire ceremony. Tyler, Millie, Carly, Paul, Ethan, Shawn and Sugar were seated in the back row while Dave, Alejandro, Keith, Destiny and Greg were seated in the front row. "What happened to you guys?" Chris taunted as he walked over with a plate of marshmallows. "You had the advantage and everything. Anyway, one of you wont be graduating tonight. Chef, who's up?"

"Destiny," Chef began, "You attacked your own teammate and jumped off the stage, costing your team the win."

"He had it coming!" Destiny protested.

"Sugar, while you were helpful in this challenge, you also got one of your own off through bad motivation."

"How else are you supposed to fix that?" Sugar scoffed as she pointed to Dave.

"Hey!" Shawn scolded.

"And Dave," Chef finished, "All you've been doing is whining and fussing." Dave could only hang his head down.

Confessional: Dave (Confused Bears)

"If I have no chance with Sky, I don't wanna be here anymore. I campaigned to get myself voted off. I even made buttons."

End Confessional

"You know the drill," Chris told the Bears. "Get a marshmallow, you're safe. First one goes to, surprisingly, Millie."

"YES!" Millie cheered as she caught the marshmallow. She then proceeded to kiss it. "Okay," Chris continued. "Awkward. The following are also safe: Tyler, Ethan, Paul, Greg, Keith, Shawn and Carly. The rest of you all got votes. Dave..."

"I get it," Dave sighed. "I expected this."

"Think again. You're also safe. You only got two votes."

"Two?" Shawn questioned. He looked over to Tyler, with a Dave button pinned onto his shirt. "He said he wanted out," Tyler defended. "And the button was nice."

"We're down to the wire between Alejandro, Destiny and Sugar," Chris announced. "And in a nail-bitingly close vote of 4-3-3, tonight's loser is..." Sugar filed her nails as she looked ahead with a glare. Alejandro now started to worry, especially when he saw Destiny smirking as she made a slashing motion across her throat. "..."

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"...Destiny." Most of the Bears could only gasp in disbelief. "What the fuck just happened?!" Paul demanded. "How?!"

"Do the math, Einstein," Greg told him. "Three votes Al are from me, Desi and Keith. Two votes Dave are Tyler and Dave himself. You and Ethan stuck with Sugar, and it's reasonable to assume Shawn did, as well."

"Girls?" Ethan gasped as he turned to Millie and Carly.

"I had to!" Millie cried out. "I didn't want to leave after Sugar left!"

"Wait til I get my hands on you!" Destiny shouted as she tried to go after Alejandro. "Bastard!"

"As much as I would love for this to continue," Chris announced, "Dock of Shame time, Desi." He winced as Greg stomped on his foot. "No one calls her that but me," Greg warned in an ominous tone. I'll walk you out, Desi." Destiny started to weep as she and Greg walked down the Dock of Shame. "I can't believe I'm leaving like this," she sniffled. "Now you'll be all alone against Al. I'm supposed to protect you."

"I can defend myself at this point," Greg assured her. "And don't worry. I'll make sure that greasy eel pays for what he's done." He was suddenly taken aback by Destiny's hug. "I'll miss you most of all, Greggy," she quietly told him. "You're the most swiller guy ever."

"I'll miss you, too, Desi," Greg sighed. He noticed the Drone of Despair flying over, with it soon grabbing Destiny by the waist. "Hey!" Destiny cried out as she started to fly off. "Greggy! Avenge me, Greggy!" Greg could only watch with despair as Destiny was carried off. "An ending fitting of a great tragedy," Alejandro taunted as he stood on the dock behind Greg. "Just when hope is in your grasp, fate yanks its chain back."

"You know what?" Greg countered as he whipped around to face the Spaniard and pace around him. "You may think you have won, but you actually just doomed yourself in this war you've created. Even the mightiest of empires have crumbled like feta and yours is no different. I will not rest until you burn as you plummet down from the sky you're flying towards. After all, you're flying awfully close to the sun." He reached the Bear cabin. "Go sleep on that, Al." He slammed the door shut behind him.

Votes:

Voted for Destiny: Alejandro, Carly, Millie, Sugar

Voted for Alejandro: Greg, Destiny, Keith

Voted For Sugar: Paul, Ethan, Shawn

Voted for Dave: Dave, Tyler

Eliminated: Destiny (4-3-3-2)

100) Caleb (Toxic Rats)

99) Staci (Toxic Rats)

98) B (Toxic Rats)

97) Axel (Frogs of Death)

96) Elias (Screaming Gophers)

95) Eva (Confused Bears)

94) Olivia (Screaming Gophers)

93/92) Katie/Sadie (Confused Bears)

91) Noah (Confused Bears)

90) Justin (Screaming Gophers)

89) Nichelle (Toxic Rats)

88) Lauren (Confused Bears)

87) Dean (Confused Bears)

86) Alan (Screaming Gophers)

85) Leonard (Toxic Rats)

84) 'Dumb' Damien (Screaming Gophers)

83/82) Corey (Screaming Gophers)/Laney (Frogs of Death)

81) Jane (Frogs of Death)

80) 'Smart' Damien (Frogs of Death)

79) MK (Toxic Rats)

78/77) Wayne/Raj (Toxic Rats)

76) Dakota (Toxic Rats)

75) Lara (Confused Bears)

74) Beardo (Confused Bears)

73) Amy (Frogs of Death)

72) Ripper (Frogs of Death)

71) Chase (Screaming Gophers)

70) Emma (Toxic Rats)

69) Izzy (Screaming Gophers)

68) Cody (Screaming Gophers)

67) Beth (Screaming Gophers)

66) Rose (Screaming Gophers)

65) Ezekiel (Confused Bears)

64) Anthony (Toxic Rats)

63) Luna (Toxic Rats)

62/61) Brick (Frogs of Death)/Melody (Confused Bears)

60) Max (Screaming Gophers)

59) Rodney (Confused Bears)

58) Sarah (Screaming Gophers)

57) Bridgette (Toxic Rats)

56) Lucas (Screaming Gophers)

55) Samey (Frogs of Death)

54/53) Shane (Frogs of Death)/Ella (Confused Bears)

52) Anne-Maria (Frogs of Death)

51/50) Topher (Frogs of Death)/Blainley (Confused Bears)

49) Julia (Toxic Rats)

48) Priya (Confused Bears)

47) Lightning (Toxic Rats)

46) Destiny (Confused Bears)

Episode 49! And boy, is this one heavy. Yes, you heard right: fan-favorite Destiny has been eliminated. Alejandro played his cards just right this time around and managed to boot a powerful enemy...but it might have just doomed him, as Greg warned him. Ooh, a fierce rivalry is starting to emerge!

We also got some more juicy stuff, like the bombshell reveal of the Duncan/Zoey kiss to everyone, some dynamic with Heather and Alejandro along with Bryan and Valerie, Sky calling out how Jasmine's been acting, and who can forget Echo's heinous plan with Trent?

The challenge was from co-writer LaCuevademisgustos and I LOVED doing it, from the designs of the stage to the dance battle to the fashions. Oh, here are the songs I used:

Helen and Trent's song: "Something Stupid" by Robbie Williams and Nicole Kidman

Austin and Harold's song: "Say Something" by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera

Destiny and Greg's Song: "Never Turn Back" by Crush 40

Helga and Nikki's song: "Crazy Little Thing" by Anja

Next episode will have the harshest boot camp training known to man, ran by our very own Chef Hatchet. Until next time, enjoy and have a good day.