Total Mingled Revenge Of The Island

by Cody Fanatic

Sequel to Mingled World Tour: After three seasons of dealing with the same cast, Chris decides it’s time to introduce an all new cast to the show… in a toxic waste infested island. How will our thirteen newbies compete about this turn of events? Find out on Total Mingled Revenge Of The Island.

11. Eat Puke and Be Wary

SuperSonicHeroes: We never thought about Alejandro not talking to Heather. Axel will watch her back.

Hajime17: Axel needs luck on her side big time.

WarriorTwin: Good.

acosta perez jose ramiro: It's a common character trait of hers.

Boys: Noah, Shawn

Girls: Axel, Emma

Episode 11: Eat, Puke, and Be Wary

"Previously, on Total Drama Revenge of the Island! An epic air battle turned into an epic fail when Emma tried to take over Axel's sweet ride, costing her her shot at winning."

"Axel fought for control, Noah fought with fire, and Lindsay fought with Axel as she used her immunity idol to give her the Hurl."

The recap ended there, the scene cutting to a close-up of a pair of identical purple kites flying in the sky. "We're down to the Final Four," Chris said as the shot cut to him and Chef standing on the Dock of Shame with the ends of the two kite's lines. "Who's goin' to the finals?" the host asked with a cheesy but excited tone, taking a pair of scissors out of his pocket. "And who's gonna be cut loose?" he asked, reaching over and cutting the line to Chef's kite, then laughing as it flew away. "Haha, yeah, like that."

Chef scowled angrily at him, but Chris ignored it. "Find out right now, on Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!"

(Theme Song)

The scene opened on a trio of pink birds singing together on a tree branch...until a mutant squirrel leaned out from behind the trunk and zapped them with its eye lasers. They were burnt to a crisp, and flew away as the squirrel laughed cruelly to the camera.

The camera quick-panned down to the ground, where Noah was standing at the base of the tree. The snarker pulled a knot tight in a rope and held it up, revealing the loop he'd made. "And that should take care of that," he told himself. "That shark had it out for me just because of something he can grow back."

He heard muttering and smirked, and the camera quick-panned to show Shawn shaving a long piece of bark as if he were trying to make a weapon.

Confessional: Noah

"I was right about Axel having the immunity totem," Noah said. "And while we forced her to play it by voting for her, it cost us Lindsay as well."

"We have the second chance to get her kicked off tonight, and that'll require me asking Shawn and Emma for help," he said. "Emma helped me win the last challenge, and Shawn would want to get rid of Axel, but they could refuse to acquaint themselves with me given my smart mouth."

Confessional Ends

The static cut back to Shawn working on his bark. He looked up when he heard Noah say "Hey there Shawn. What's with the spear you're working on?"

"It's not a spear. It's a wooden stake," Shawn clarified. "I still want to ward off any vampires that may come onto the island. I'm just missing some garlic."

"And some dose of reality," Noah muttered. "So you want to know who wrote you that note?"

"I'm still wondering about that," Shawn confirmed. "It can't just be someone that's not on the island."

"I'll answer that for you, Shawn," Noah told him. "It was me."

Shawn let out a huge gasp. "You?! But you were in an alliance with Alejandro. Why'd you write it?"

"Cause I knew that Al was going to turn his back on me and I wanted to beat him to the punch," Noah said back. "Had it not been for me, you and me would've been the first two voted out in the merge and Alejandro would have control of the game."

"I never thought you were capable of doing something this huge," Shawn admitted. "You usually just stay in the background not doing anything, but you saved me from being eliminated. How can I repay you?"

"I'm starting an alliance with me, you, and Emma to make sure that Axel goes. Stick with me and we'll be the Final Three," Noah said as he walked off with a smirk, leaving a stunned Shawn behind.

Confessional: Shawn

"I should turn down the alliance offer, but Noah of all people helped me not become a victim of Alejandro," Shawn considered. "Then again, this probably won't be as bad as I think it'll be."

Confessional Ends

The scene moved to Noah walking up towards the lone cabin, where Emma was meditating on the steps. She quickly noticed him. "What do you need? My morning meditations help me get into the right mood."

"Yeah, sure," Noah said.

"Let me guess," Emma said as she uncrossed her legs. "You want me to help you with eliminating Axel again?"

Noah smirked. "Nail on the head. You did a satisfactory job letting me win the last challenge."

"But what about Shawn? He likes to be alone," Emma wondered.

"Don't worry. I already got him on our side," Noah said.

"Are you going to double-cross me and Shawn?" Emma asked suspiciously. "No offense, but I don't know you that well."

Noah sighed in light annoyance. "I only double-crossed Alejandro, and that was because he was an eel. I assure you that I'm not gonna do the same to you guys," he told her before strolling off to the right.

Emma watched him go. It wasn't too long, however, before Axel walked by. "Hey Emma!" Axel called out, causing her to stop and glare at her.

"Now is not the time," Emma warned. "Go away!"

"Hostile, aren't we?" Axel said with a dry tone. "I only eliminated Lindsay because I was simply protecting myself."

Confessional: Axel

"Now that I don't have the immunity idol to save me, I'll have to focus on winning the challenge while not letting the others get to me," Axel confessed. "It's one of me against three of them, and this survivalist will make herself greater than three!"

Confessional Ends

"Challenge time!" Chris called out in an almost sing-song voice as the scene cut to him, Chef, and the Final Four standing just outside the communal bathrooms. "And since you've been abused so flagrantly," he said, walking past the wary four, "today's challenge is a super safe fun challenge!" The campers began to smile and cheer in genuine excitement.

"Get ready for bubbles, flowers, and cotton can-" Chris continued, walking further away...and stepping in something unseen that caused him to yelp in shock and pain before being lifted into the air. The camera cut outward to show that he'd been caught in a snare trap attached to a tall pole that flung him in a high arc...and down through the roof of the bathroom.

The Final Four cringed in sympathy and disgust. "No," Noah winced. "That was my snare that just threw Chris into the washrooms..."

Chef raced to the bathroom door and opened it, quickly getting faced with the smells and noises coming from within. "Woo-eee!" he said, waving his hand in front of his face in disgust. "I need five interns and a fire hose! ASAP!" he called off-camera. "We'll get you outta there soon," he told the host.

Chris coughed and nearly wretched. "Those ungrateful puppets just crossed the line!" he said from within the depths of the building. He took a breath, then continued with "Remember your nasty challenges, Chef?" he asked, the shot quickly cutting to the Final Four as they shared a nervous look. "The ones that got the red lights?" he added. "Yeah, the light just turned green," he finished harshly.

Chef grinned, closed the door, and turned around. "I'll bring the pain," he said, cackling evilly as lightning flashed, thunder cracked, and the music became higher and darker.

The Final Four gasped and cowered and turned their eyes skyward...only to see a bright sun and an almost cloudless sky. Though Chef kept laughing, their fear soon gave way to annoyance, and the shot cut over to show that the ominous effects had been created by a trio of interns – a short young white woman with a high black ponytail switching a stagelight on and off, a young white man with long bangs waving a piece of sheet metal, and a young man of southeast Asian descent pulling a rope than raised and lowered a tarp above Chef.

After a few seconds, Chef finally stopped laughing. "Okay, cool it," he told the interns.

The scene flashed ahead to a clearing in the woods, where each of the campers was standing behind what appeared to be portable kitchens made mostly of wood. "Listen up, dirtbags," Chef said as he approached from the right, the camera zooming slowly in as he walked past Shawn, and then Axel, and then Noah, and then Emma. "I'm gonna push you until you break. Then I'll take the filthy little broken bits and give 'em another good breakin'!" He finally reached the end of the line.

"No wimps are gonna make it to my finale," he said solemnly before turning around to face Emma and roaring "Do you understand?" Emma gasped nervously. "First challenge," Chef continued, "the cook-off!"

"Cooking?" Noah repeated dryly. "We're not meant to do your job for you," he said before getting hit with a frying pan and toppling over with a grunt of pain.

"Shut it, or I'll shut it!" Chef told him, catching the frying pan as it spun back on the rebound. "Bring in the TD classic competitor!" he called to the left, and the camera cut backward and panned over to show none other than Rodney, blindfolded and bound by rope to a hand truck being wheeled in by a short, fat, and bespectacled east Asian male intern.

"Hey, it's Rodney," Shawn said in awe.

Chef removed the boy's blindfold to reveal a look of panic in his eyes. "No," Rodney moaned, "not here! I made a promise to myself never to come back here after the first season was over!"

"Your contract disagrees, dough-boy," Chef told him, holding up an official-looking stack of paper. "You slime buckets are gonna cook somethin' tasty," he looked back and told the campers, "and this bag of mush will be the judge," he dropped the contract. "You've got twenty minutes to make a tasty lunch with whatever you find on the island," he turned the rest of his body away from Rodney. "I believe in eating locally," he admitted proudly. "Ready?" he asked the contestants with his usual harsh expression.

"Quick question," Emma raised her hand. "What will he have for seasonings?"

Chef just ran over to her with two frying pans in hand, shouted "Get cookin'!", and banged the pans together. Emma flinched and yelped, then ran off.

Another flash shifted the scene into some part of the woods, where a three-eyed bear was casually scratching its back against a tree until it heard the panting and footfalls of someone approaching and ducked behind a large bush.

"Hmph," Noah huffed as he finally entered the scene and stopped to catch his breath and look around. "A foraging challenge? I may be beat here since Axel and especially Shawn are experts at finding food," he said as he started walking forward again.

He soon came upon a tree with several small glowing mushrooms growing out of the side. "Well," he smiled, "I found something." He reached out to grab them, but stopped partway and frowned. "Actually, on second thought, those are probably poisonous. No matter," he told himself, turning around and walking away. He quickly came upon what looked like a blueberry bush, but when he reached out to pick some, a green tendril shot out and slapped his hand away, and the bush hissed at him.

"Okay...," he said, rubbing his hurting hand, "I am beat here..."

The music trilled tensely as the shot cut to a close-up of a group small, glowing green mushroom growing on the bark of a tree. This time, however, they were soon scooped up by a hand that the camera cut outward to identify as Shawn's. "Perfect," he said as he looked at his gains. "These will make an excellent base for any number of dishes. Now I just need to find some kind of grain," he said, standing up straight and looking around.

He saw Axel approaching and rolled his eyes. "Looking for cooking advice?" the theorist asked with a hint of cynicism.

"I'm not a stereotypical housewife," Axel said in offense. "And I wanted to talk about the vote. Emma gets the heave-ho, right?"

"No. I plan on booting you," Shawn said. "And no form of manipulation will make me change my mind."

"I only had to manipulate Mike into thinking that Cameron told me about his secret so I could gain his trust until the team swap happened," Axel rebutted. "But should I win the challenge today, you should help me get rid of Emma. She tried to sabotage me in the last challenge and she might do the same to you despite being nice-looking."

"Do you honestly expect me to believe that I'd vote off Emma over Noah?" Shawn answered with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not above making risky decisions, but that is something I will not do."

"Fine," Axel conceded. "We'll vote for Noah if that'll suit you, but don't think that you can give your full trust to that girl." She crossed her arms and walked away, leaving Shawn to glare.

The shot quickly cut back to Axel, however, to show her looking back with a sly smile...before slamming headfirst into what the camera quickly zoomed out to reveal was a giant two-headed mutant rabbit. It roared at her, she screamed, and the music turned deep and ominous as she turned back and ran for her life.

The scene flashed to the communal bathrooms, where the female intern was now leaning against a pipe by herself with a cup of coffee in hand. "Helloooo~o?" Chris asked from inside the building. "Someone give me a hand! I'm almost free!" The intern just looked at her nails and whistled. "Uh-oh, oh no!" the host said in sudden alarm, the shot cutting in to the shocked intern as she listened to her boss slip on something and fall into something watery again.

"Whyyyyy?" he began to cry, earning a smiled from the braces-wearing intern. "Oh wh-h-hyyyy?"

She took a sip of coffee.

Another flash took the focus back to the woods, the camera stationed right behind a tree and catching Shawn running past from the left with a pair of laser squirrels gnawing on his head, then Axel running by in the opposite direction pursued by the giant two-headed rabbit, and then Noah from the left again struggling with the attacking vines of an uprooted bush.

Emma ran in from the right, and skidded to a stop as she saw the scene unfolding. "This is why a vegetarian meal is a good thing," she said to herself. "Salad won't try to kill me."

The scene returned to the portable outdoor kitchens with a close-up of Emma, humming to herself as she tossed her salad with a wooden spoon and fork. The music turned tense as green tendrils sprouted from the bowl, grabbed both the prep girl and the spoon, then repeatedly whacked the blonde on the head.

The scene cut to Noah, standing with a pile of red and blue berries and a pan at the ready. "These shouldn't be poisonous, but you never know with these mutants," he said as he scooped up a handful and looked at them more closely. He dumped them into the pan with an expectant cringe, but they merely sizzled. "Okay, they should be good for the tart," he said with a smile.

The camera came to Shawn, standing with a bowl of glowing mushrooms at the ready. "It's not a pie," he said to himself, "but a quiche should be fine." Axel walked over to the conspiracy nut and raised an eyebrow.

Confessional: Axel

"A quiche?" Axel asked incredulously. "Lame, but it's cooking? How hard can it be?"

Confessional Ends

The static cut to Axel as she stirred something in her pan, then tasted it. The survivalist made a noise of distaste and looked around then ducked down behind her counter and came back up with a three-eyed mutant frog in hand, and squeezed it so that a disgusting-looking pink slime spurted out of its mouth and in to the pan.

Next, the camera cut to Emma getting attacked by her salad. She finally groaned in frustration, then grabbed a large wooden mallet from under her table and hit the bowl a couple of times. The tendrils released her, flailed for a bit, then went limp as Emma put her hands on her hips and smiled.

Confessional: Noah

"I'll admit it," Noah told the confessional camera. "I don't really have a lot of experience with actually cooking food. But you can't go wrong with berries."

Confessional Ends

A lilting tune was playing as the static cut away to Noah, who was now pouring his cooked fruit mixture into a tart crust. He spread it out evenly with a wooden spoon, but as he turned his back on it to look at the others, the shot zoomed in and the music turned ominous as it began to bubble slightly.

An angelic tune was playing as the scene cut away to Shawn as his oven dinged. With a pair of blue oven mitts over his hands, he quickly bent down and took out his quiche. The shot cut in for a close-up of the dish, putting a radiant gold-and-orange background behind it to emphasize its rather picturesque quality – a perfect unburnt brown.

The shot cut to Axel as her own oven dinged. Like Shawn, she bent down and picked up her quiche. The same tune played, but the angelic chorus was replaced by an ominous pipe organ as the camera cut to a close-up of her dish - looking the same as Shawn's but with a dark sickly green crust - against the same radiant background.

"Three, two, one," Chef counted down as the scene faded forward to him standing at the ready with a nervous Rodney still bound at his side. "Spatulas down. Well, dish it up cupcakes! Move! Move! Move!" he commanded, and the camera zoomed out as the Final Four scrambled in to a line with their dishes in hand.

The shot zoomed back in on Rodney, Shawn stepping up to him first. "Today, I present you a quiche," the conspiracy nut said as he presented his dish to the bound country boy.

"Mmm," Rodney smiled, taking a whiff.

"...made from the finest toxic mushrooms on the island," Shawn finished, looking up with an expectant grin.

Rodney yelped in alarm.

"Next!" Chef ordered.

Emma was next, and she presented her bowl of greens...with a few larger black things scattered throughout almost like croutons. "How about a nice salad?" the preppy girl asked with a confident smile.

The 'croutons' promptly stood up, revealing themselves as spiders as they crawled out of the bowl and on to Rodney. The unwilling judge shuddered in fear.

"Or not...," Emma told him nervously before sighing and walking away.

She was replaced by Noah, who watched his ally leave with a frown before holding up what he'd made so Rodney could get a better look. "It's my first time making one," he said as he held up his tart. "A wildberry tart."

The music spiked dramatically just then, and the bubbling tart erupted in a massive pillar of flame that made both Noah and Rodney gasp in shock. "Oops!"

Rodney just whimpered some more. "Next!" Chef hollered, and Axel pulled Noah away before stepping up herself.

"I made a quiche too," Axel said. "Now eat it!"

The music spiked dramatically just then, and an eye stalk popped out of the dish and made Rodney scream.

Rodney wailed, bursting his arms free of their bonds with ease and quickly untying his legs. He ran off, leaving behind a wide-eyed Chef.

"Welp, looks like we just lost our taste-tester," he said, his expression returning to his usual gruff glare. "Rule change!" he called out as he looked back towards the campers. "You've gotta eat all of your own weird grub."

"Urrgh...," Emma, Noah, and Axel said in disgust while Shawn just smirked.

"You hurl, you lose," Chef told them before the camera panned back his way. "Who's got guts of steel and who's gonna blast a barf bomb?" He asked it. "It's a throw-up throw-down, when we come back. On Total! Drama! Revenge of the Island!" An ominous chanting rose up in the background as he said the title with a grin.

(Commercial Break)

"Alright, con-pest-ants," Chef said with a light snicker as the camera slowly zoomed in from a long-distance shot of him standing behind the campers, who were now seated along on side of a wooden table with their dishes in front of them, "it's time to eat the disgusting crud you cooked up before the break!"

The shot zoomed in on Emma's salad, which still had a few spiders crawling in it. "Whoever finishes their meal first, without spewing," Chef continued as the camera panned up to Emma's nervous face, "wins the challenge." She looked over at Noah, who was also looking nervous. Chef laughed, and added "Man, this is gonna be nasty," as the bookworm looked down at his tart and prodded it with a fork. The tart bubbled hastily at him, and he looked scared.

At the other side of the table, Shawn looked excitedly down at his quiche while Axel gazed at hers. Axel saw the properly cooked quiche with a grin. "Nice quiche. Our minds do think alike," she said to him. "Hey look! I see an army of robots coming!"

"You can't pull that one on me," Shawn scowled. "I know better now thanks to Alejandro."

"Darn," Axel grumbled.

"Three, two, one," Chef counted down, the camera moving back to the middle to better show him standing between Noah and Axel. At the end of his countdown, he blew an airhorn, then yelled "Eat it!"

Noah went first, grabbing a bit of the tart, sticking it in his mouth, gagging, and fainting shortly after his eyes rolled back.

Next was Shawn, who began to cough soon after his first forkful of quiche. He hacked up one of the mushrooms that he discovered earlier. "Yeah, the mushrooms may have been a mistake."

The shot cut to Axel next, just as she was putting her first piece of quiche in her mouth. Her eyes promptly popped open.

The music ramped up dramatically as Axel turned and vomited on the ground. The shot cut to Noah, now standing up, vomiting, and then to Shawn doing the same. The music leveled off as quickly as it had arisen, and the footage skipped ahead to Emma finishing off the rest of her salad, coughing out one of the same kind of spiders that had put off Rodney, and watched as it scuttled away.

"Challenge is over!" Chef declared, leaning over and raising the blonde's arm. "Emma wins!"

The other three were shown groaning at the other end of the table with the remains of their dishes, and Axel wretched again.

Confessional: Noah

"Who knew berries could be so cruel to my digestive system?" Noah asked with a groan.

Confessional Ends

"That's why she doesn't have to wear one of these tracking collars," Chef continued immediately, showing off the three metal collars hanging loosely on his left arm. A drum was struck as he threw each one in turn, and the shot cut back over to reveal that they'd locked around the necks of Shawn, Axel, and Noah.

"Challenge part two," Chef told them. "I give you...'Dork Hunter'!" With an eager look on his face, he showed off the GPS map he was now holding. The camera zoomed in, showing something like a topographic map centered on the Dock of Shame. "The challenge is simple," he explained as four red icons bearing the faint faces of the remaining campers appeared on the screen. "You're the dorks, I'm the hunter." A larger icon bearing Chef's face appeared to the left of the four, and the map screen started panning upward with a dotted red arrow marking the way. "You run off into the woods, I hunt you down. First dork to the flagpole wins." The pan stopped a little ways after, and a large red circled 'X' started flashing on the screen.

"Pray that you make it," the cook said, the camera finally cutting from the map back to him – and the bazooka he was now carrying, "before the Dork Hunter blasts you into a whole new dimension of pain!" The shot suddenly moved in for a close-up as he held up a can bearing his face on the label, along with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs with a fiery background. "Rocket-Propelled Spaghetti Cannon. Featuring my own special recipe," he loaded the can into the bazooka, "Chef Hatchet's In-Your-Face Extra Spicy Spaghetti." The shot cut back outward to show that he was now in the driver's seat of the show's jeep. "Dinner is served...in your face!" he said, becoming suddenly aggressive again and firing the cannon.

A massive ball of spaghetti and meat sauce shot forward, the four campers barely ducking in time. It hit the long-banged intern as he mowed the common area, sending him flying backward into a rock formation. "Aww! Aww! It burns!" he cried out in pain, pinned to the rock by sizzling-hot pasta.

Chef cackled in delight. "Spicy! You got twenty minutes to run, hide, and say your prayers," he said over a shot of the Final Four, who nervously turned from the intern to their tormentor. "Now move out!" he commanded, following up with another shot from his cannon that forced the campers to scream and scatter into the woods – Axel and Shawn taking a path further into the woods while Noah followed Emma down a way closer to the camera. A third shot of pasta landed on a rock separating the two paths, and Chef giggled.

The scene flashed to the back of the communal outhouse, where all three male interns – including the one with long bangs – were now standing around.

"What's taking those interns so long?" Chris asked angrily, still stuck within the bathroom. The fat intern and southeast Asian intern snickered, but their companion – down on one knee in front of a pipe – quickly shushed them. "There's no way they could've forgot about me!" Chris yelled. "I OWN THEM!"

As he roared, the banged intern raised a connecting hose out of the ground and hooked it to the pipe, and the southeast Asian intern opened the valve. After a few seconds of gurgling, Chris cried out in alarm. "More sewage?!" He took a deep breath, then screamed "HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPP!"

The shot cut to a close-up of a few lavender-colored tulips, which were promptly covered by a stream of vomit. "That settles it," Noah said, clutching his stomach as he stood back up and wiped the puke from his mouth. "I'm removing tarts from my diet for a while," he added, straightening up.

Emma dashed into the scene and came to a halt. "Hey Noah. Did you have any luck removing your shock collar?"

"I haven't even touched it," Noah said. "I don't want to experience a voltage surprise."

"Let me help you out," Emma offered.

"Why and how are you going to do that?" Noah asked.

"Because we have to look out for each other in this alliance, duh," Emma rolled her eyes, "and those collars give out a shock if someone tries to remove them. I'm thinkin' they can only take so many shocks before they wire out."

"Do you have a watch on you?" Noah wondered. "I could reconfigure it to send out a small electromagnetic pulse, re-route the battery feed, and…"

"No, but I do have hairspray," Emma smiled as she whipped out her own can.

"Let's see how this will go," Noah deadpanned.

Confessional: Emma

"Let's just say that I'm glad my hairspray is noxious enough to short out machines," Emma explained.

Confessional: Shawn

"Tracking collars?!" Shawn asked incredulously. "Really?! I don't know what's worse. This, or getting electrocuted by a robot!"

Any further complaining was cut off by his collar shocking him.

Confessionals End

The static cut to Chef cackling to himself with his spaghetti bazooka at the ready, and the camera panned ahead to Shawn running through the woods and looking back with panic on his face.

"Chef!" Shawn yelled as a shot of pasta flew past him. "Wait!" he yelled as he narrowly dodged another one.

The camera cut in for a close-up of the beanie boy. "Please!" he begged, just before he skidded to a stop near an ominous gray sky with a gasp. The camera pulled back to show that he was at the edge of a cliff.

Chef drove to block the path, trapping Shawn. "Hunt's over Dork!" he taunted at him.

"Wait!" Shawn said desperately. "I give up!"

"Let's make it official," Chef said with a grin before he fired. The pasta ball hit Shawn in the face, causing him to back up a few feet and fall off the cliff with a scream.

"Maybe I'll come back for him," Chef said before grinning. "If I remember." He backed out of the clearing with a chuckle, and the camera panned to the bottom of a ravine to show Shawn lying on the ground.

Confessional: Shawn

Shawn facepalmed and sighed. "Why did I ever think that a hulking man like Chef would show any mercy?" he said to himself.

Confessional Ends

"I may have a tracking collar, but Chef not being around means I'm gonna win," Axel said to herself, a smug grin on her face as she walked through the woods at a rather casual pace. "I just wish that Shawn was more gullible so that I could snag his quiche and not have to wear this collar."

Confessional: Axel

"That's the thing with the remaining competition," Axel confessed. "They all need each other to get ahead. I don't need anybody but me, and friends will only slow me down," she added. "Teamwork does not make the dream of having a weapon room work."

Confessional Ends

The camera cut to Emma running through the woods as a familiar groan filled the air.

The preppy woman skidded to a stop and looked around. "Shawn?" she asked worriedly.

"Emma!" Shawn called out, gaining both her and the camera's attention. The shot quick-panned to show Shawn barely hanging on to the edge of the cliff.

"Hold on!" Emma yelled. "I'll help you up!"

The scene flashed to a close-up of Chef's GPS map, showing only his own blinking icon. "Now where the heck did the mouthy boy go?" he grumbled, the shot cutting back to show him sitting in his jeep in a different part of the woods. He scrolled the map around with his finger, then stopped and smiled. "Hah! That fool didn't even think to make a run for it," he said, the shot cutting back to the screen to show Noah to Chef's south.

"Better sneak up on foot," he said with a sneaky snicker as he hopped out of the jeep, the pasta cannon strapped to his back. "I'll bag him before he knows what hit him, and then I'll take out the others too," he said, chuckling darkly as he walked off into the woods.

The shot lingered on his jeep and the music turned eerie, and Noah leaned out from the shadowy forest background with a smirk on his face.

Another flash took the scene back to Axel as she stopped in her tracks suddenly, and the perspective moved behind her to show a checkered flag sticking out of a small hill with an alarm light on top.

"Well what do you know?" she smirked to herself. "The finish line." She started running and the camera cut to a close-up of her face. "Now all I have to do is- agh!"

She was suddenly hoisted up in a net trap. "What the? Chef didn't say anything about traps!"

Noah snorted and came into the shot from the right. "No, he didn't," the bookworm said with a smirk. "You activated one of the traps I set up to catch Fang."

"Get me down from here!" Axel yelled.

"After getting people kicked off the way you have?" Noah asked with a raised eyebrow as he brushed some dirt off his shirt. "I think you got what you deserved. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to-"

Like with Axel, he was cut off suddenly. However, he was cut off by Fang appearing directly in front of him.

"... run for my life," he finished, turning away from the flag and running away while screaming.

Fang chased the bookworm a few feet before he suddenly ran in an arc around a strangely miscolored patch of grass. The mutant shark, however, stepped on it and fell into a pit. The shark's head appeared from within every so often, but it was clear the trap was deep enough that nothing that fell in could get out.

"Yes!" he called back at the shark. "That's one trap for you," he turned back to the flagpole, "and one victory for me!"

A spaghetti shot hit the side of a tree right in front of him, shocking the camper and causing the dramatic background score to resume. "Guess again, sucka!" Chef cried out, drawing the camera's attention to the tree branch he was standing in. He descended into a cackle as the snarker looked his way, and fired another shot.

Noah yelped and ducked, narrowly avoiding being hit by a past-blast that wound up hitting Fang as the shark tried to jump out of the pit. "Seriously?!" Noah yelled. "Now what am I supposed to do?!"

"Run for it!" the familiar voice of Emma cried, catching the attention of Noah and the camera. Emma and Shawn were jogging with bright smiles on their faces as they got closer to the finish.

Noah smirked, and moved to grab Shawn's ankle as he ran past. He managed to wrap his hand around the theorist's foot and succeeded in being dragged a couple of feet... and over the pit where he'd trapped Fang.

"That's not good," Noah moaned in horror just before he fell in, the sounds of snarling, fabric tearing, and pained yelling telling the story of what was happening well enough.

"We're almost there!" Shawn yelled out... just before Axel fell from the sky and landed on them, causing the two to gape at her in shock as the trap that she'd been caught in unraveled.

"Finally!" Axel said in relief as she got to her feet. "I'll be seeing one of you guys in the catapult!" she yelled as she ran toward the finish.

Emma growled. "Oh no you don't," she yelled as she and Shawn started chasing Axel.

The music turned bright and heroic as the duo jogged past Axel... only for the latina to front flip and slide along the ground and hit the flagpole with her hand. The siren on top of the flagpole immediately began to flash and spin and sound for all to hear.

"And that's how a survivalist wins," Axel cheered as a drumroll transitioned the background music into a victory theme.

"Game's over," Chef declared as the camera cut to him. "Axel wins immunity."

"And what about us?!" Shawn asked as he and Emma stood to the side. "What do we win?"

Chef smirked and readied his cannon. "Dinner," he said darkly just before firing one last time. The camera stayed on his face as a splat was heard and Shawn and Emma cried out 'Hey!" and 'My head!!' respectively.

The shot finally cut to Noah as he climbed out of his pit trap, now with a black eye and his clothes in tatters.

Confessional: Noah

"With that shark practically attacking me and claiming his tooth back, I believe that our conflict should come to an end," Noah stated. "I never had any use for it anyway."

Confessional Ends

A handful of drumbeats marked the transition to the marshmallow ceremony, the Final Four assembled on the front row of seats with Noah furthest left still in tattered clothes and a bandaged torso, then Shawn with a small bandage around the top of his head, then Emma with a bandage around her head, and lastly an injury-free Axel furthest right. And although enough time had passed for the torches that ringed the area to be lit, Chef stood alone in front of the oil drum podium with his usual hazmat suit-strongbox ensemble.

"Elimination time, dorks!" he told the campers. "One of you is going home tonight, except for Axel, who has immunity." The shot cut to Noah, Shawn, and Emma glaring as a pan over showed Axel smiling.

"And I deserve every single ounce of it," Axel gloated.

"Yeah, no you don't," Shawn replied.

"Zip it," Chef interrupted, drawing the campers attention back to him as he held up four note cards. "Now to the votes," he said, looking down at the cards as the music turned tense and trilling. "We got one vote for Noah..." the bookworm rolled his eyes, "one for Emma..." the preppy girl's glare intensified, "and one for Shawn..." the conspiracy nut was the only one of the night to look nervous.

"And the final vote goes to..."

The tension increased in the music as Chef purposely drew out his pause, and the camera cut from worried Shawn, to annoyed Emma, to impatient Noah, and finally back to Chef.

"Noah," he read.

"Oh well. I expected this would be coming," Noah huffed before the Toxic Marshmallow of Loserdom was thrown his way; he yelped and swerved out of the way, letting it drop onto the ground.

Confessional: Noah

"I knew my time was up once Axel won that immunity," Noah said in the confessional. "Shawn and Emma are closer to each other than they are to me, and it'd be weird for them to backstab each other."

Confessional: Shawn

Shawn sighed. "Axel is still in the game, but me and Emma working together should guarantee our safety in the game."

Confessional: Axel

"About time he went home!" Axel grinned. "By the way, I voted for Shawn because I knew that he and Emma would vote for Noah and Noah would do the same to Emma. Just to spice things up."

Confessionals End

The static cut away to the Hurl of Shame, Noah sitting in the bucket with Chef grinning cockily next to him and the Final Three watching a little way up the dock.

"I love being the Hurl Master of this game," Chef said eagerly.

"And that's going to be on pause," Chris said, descending to the dock on his jetpack to the shock of Chef and Noah.

"Chris?!" the Final Three said together in shock.

"Yup," Chris replied with his handle on the catapult's lever, "I'm the Hurl Master around here! You see Noah," he addressed the loser, "the Hurl of Shame is both shameful and painful. So, I arranged for a friend to share your journey."

The Sam clone burst out of the water and landed inside the catapult next to a surprised Noah, who gulped once he saw the grin that the clone was giving him.

"It's my way of saying thanks. For flinging me into a pit of poo!" Chris said furiously and pulled the lever. Noah was launched into the night with the clone, screaming as they both disappeared into the distance.

"Chris, good to have you back, man," Chef told the host, walking over with a slice of glowing green quiche on a plate. "I even saved you some quiche," he said, putting a hand on the smaller man's shoulder and smiling.

"Chef, you are the man," Chris grinned before swiping the quiche and shoving it into his mouth in one piece. He gulped it down quickly...but quickly wretched and vomited into a hole in the dock because of it.

Chef smirked. "You are the Hurl Master," he said as the series's capstone theme began to play.

"Who will be hurled next," Chris said sickly, holding his stomach and looking distressed. "How much are they gonna hurl before we hurl them? And when will I stop hurling?" he asked, putting a hand over his bulging mouth before bending over and puking again. "Find out next time," he stood back up and said, "on Total! Drama! Revenge, of the Island!"

The sound of him vomiting again was heard over the final long-distance shot of the island.

(Roll the Credits)

Staci - 13th

Dakota - 12th

Beardo - 11th

Cameron - 10th

Dawn - 9th

Mike - 8th

Tyler - 7th

MERGE

Alejandro - 6th

Lindsay - 5th

Noah - 4th

Boys: Shawn

Girls: Axel, Emma

Author's Note: Since Axel had immunity, Noah's fate was ultimately sealed. We're down to our final three and we'll see who ends up coming out on top.