"Last time on Total Drama: World Domination!" Chris began, his voice filled with excitement. "Our contestants were launched—literally—into their first real test of teamwork with Target Takedown. The Fearless Flyers and the Soaring Sharks proved they had what it takes to keep their heads in the game, while the Daring Ducks… well, they lived up to their name by being daringly bad."

[Quick Flashbacks Play]

Zoey nervously getting into the slingshot.

Sky performing an impressive mid-air somersault.

Owen and Wayne crashing into each other during the landing zone cleanup.

Chris continued, the grin never leaving his face. "It wasn't just about hitting the bullseye—it was about clearing obstacles, dodging slime bombs, and staying cool under pressure. For some teams, it was smooth sailing."

[Clips of Sky landing gracefully and Jasmine pulling Zoey out of the slime bomb's path.]

"But for others…" Chris chuckled as the screen flashed to Owen tripping over Wayne, followed by Chef hurling slime bombs at the Ducks. "Let's just say, not so much."

[Clips of Julia yelling at Owen and Wayne, followed by Dawn landing softly but far from the target.]

Chris gestured dramatically to the horizon behind him. "When all was said and done, the Ducks were sent packing to the elimination ceremony—again. And after a little gentle persuasion from Julia, Ezekiel became the second contestant to take the trapdoor plunge."

[Montage of Ezekiel looking nervous, the trapdoor opening, and his yell echoing into the distance.]

Chris smirked, leaning closer to the camera. "Two down, twenty-four to go. The stakes are getting higher, the tempers are getting shorter, and the drama? Oh, it's only just beginning. Who's got what it takes to survive the desert heat? Let's find out right now on… Total. Drama. WORLD DOMINATION!"

Theme Song

The Total Drama Express barrels through various terrains—icy mountains, dense jungles, and bustling cities—plumes of steam trailing behind. The contestants lean out of the windows, bickering and dodging obstacles.

Dear Mom and Dad

I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

In the dining car, Owen and Wayne accidentally fling food onto Dakota while juggling plates. Dakota screams in frustration, storming off, while the two laugh uncontrollably. Heather dumps water on Duncan from a train window. Duncan retaliates with a snowball, hitting her shoulder. Heather glares furiously, and Duncan smirks as they both disappear from view.

You asked me what Iwantedto be

And Ithink the answer is plain tosee

I want to be famous

Gwen and Courtney sit in adjacent train seats, clearly annoyed with each other. Gwen plugs her headphones in, turning away, while Courtney furiously scribbles in a notebook, likely plotting something. Suddenly, a bump in the tracks causes Courtney's pencil to go flying, landing in Gwen's lap. Gwen holds it up with a raised eyebrow, her expression flat. Courtney snatches it back with a tight smile, clearly irritated. The tension between them is thick.

I wanna live close to the sun

Well, pack your bags cause I already won

Everything to prove nothing's in my way

Bowie and MK are huddled in the train's storage car, whispering and conspiring over a crudely drawn map of the train. MK smirks as she hands Bowie a small, suspicious-looking device. Bowie grins back, slipping it into his pocket. The camera pans to Chef, who is snooping nearby, narrowing his eyes as he watches them through a crack in the door.

I'll get there one day

Cause I want to be famous

On the train's roof, Zoey wobbles on the icy surface, nearly slipping. Jasmine catches her arm and helps her steady herself. Zoey laughs nervously, and Jasmine pats her on the back before moving forward confidently.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be Famous

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be Famous

The entire cast is gathered on the train roof, with Chris standing at the center, flashing his signature grin. Chef Hatchet looms nearby, holding a frying pan. The train lurches, sending half the cast tumbling as the Total Drama logo appears and the train races into the horizon.

The Total Drama Express rattled over the tracks as the Daring Ducks occupied one corner of the dining car, their usual chaotic energy on full display. Wayne and Owen were attempting to balance forks on their noses, while Dawn quietly sipped tea, seemingly unbothered by the racket. Scarlett was scribbling something in a small notebook, her expression serious. Meanwhile, Dakota scrolled through her phone, occasionally snapping photos of herself.

"Do you think I should caption this 'Desert Chic' or 'Lost in Style'?" Dakota asked, angling her phone for the perfect selfie.

"You should probably caption it 'We're Losing Again,'" Julia muttered, not looking up from her plate.

Dakota rolled her eyes. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Jules."

"Stop calling me Jules," Julia snapped, her tone icy. "And maybe try contributing to the team instead of whatever that is."

Scarlett glanced up, her tone calm but pointed. "Julia has a point. If we want to survive today, everyone needs to focus."

Owen, still balancing a fork on his nose, chimed in, "I'm focused! I'm just conserving my energy for the challenge."

Wayne nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, me too! This is, like, strategic relaxation."

Dawn set down her teacup and spoke softly. "The desert will challenge not just our bodies, but our minds. We'll need more than strength to succeed." Dakota sighed dramatically. "Great. More riddles from the nature whisperer."

Confessional: Scarlett

"Dawn's perspective is… unconventional, but she's not wrong. Unfortunately, logic doesn't seem to apply to most of this team."

"No one ever listens to me. I mean, I get it—I'm not as loud as Courtney or as tough as Axel. But I think I have some good ideas… if they'd just let me talk."

"No one ever listens to me. I mean, I get it—I'm not as loud as Courtney or as tough as Axel. But I think I have some good ideas… if they'd just let me talk."

"But at least before, I enjoyed the paparazzi, but as a Mutant, I just wanted to be left alone. So, I had my dad throw in the cash to get me bac to normal and I only came back because of Sam! I hate when we separate like this. At least he'd be better company! Unlike these creeps."

Confessional: Wayne

"Dude, Owen is like the coolest dude you could ever meet! When I found out Raj wasn't gonna be joining, I was so bummed out! But then Owen came around we got along like *fingers snap* that, man! Everyone ele on our team are sorta bummers. But I still got to make a new friend! I wonder if Owen ever wants to play Hockey? He'd make a GREAT netkeeper!"

In another corner, the Soaring Sharks were deep in debate—or, more accurately, Courtney was issuing orders while the others tried to eat.

"Here's the plan," Courtney said, pacing with her clipboard. "We divide tasks evenly, conserve water, and make sure no one slacks off." MK raised an eyebrow. "Is that plan number one, or do you have a backup for when this one inevitably falls apart?"

Courtney glared at her. "It won't fall apart if everyone does their job."

Axel leaned back, her arms crossed. "Maybe if you stopped barking orders and let people do their thing, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Sky, seated between the two, sighed. "Let's just focus on working together. We've got a solid team—if we can all get on the same page."

Samey nodded quietly, keeping her head down. "Sky's right. We can't win if we're fighting each other."

Noah, seated near the window, smirked. "Wow, Samey with the motivational speech. Who knew?"

Samey glanced up, surprised by the unexpected acknowledgment.

Confessional: Samey

"No one ever listens to me. I mean, I get it—I'm not as loud as Courtney or as tough as Axel. But I think I have some good ideas… if they'd just let me talk."

At a smaller table near the back of the dining car, Gwen sat quietly, sipping her coffee and sketching in a small notebook. Across from her, Ella hummed softly to herself, her breakfast untouched as she tapped her fingers on the table in rhythm.

"You know," Gwen said, not looking up from her sketch, "you don't always have to be so… cheery."

Ella stopped humming and tilted her head, her bright smile undeterred. "But why not? There's so much beauty in the world, even here!" She gestured dramatically to the slightly grimy dining car.

Gwen smirked faintly. "Yeah, nothing screams beauty like Chef's questionable food and constant chaos."

Ella giggled. "Oh, come on, Gwen. It's not that bad. And besides, it's nice spending time with you! We never get to see each other, you know?"

Gwen finally looked up, her expression softening. "Yeah, I guess. It's just… weird. We're total opposites."

Ella beamed. "Opposites complement each other! Like black and white, sun and moon, coffee and—"

"Let me guess," Gwen interrupted, holding up a hand. "Sugar?"

"Exactly!" Ella said, clapping her hands together.

Confessional: Gwen

"Ella's my cousin, and she's… a lot. But I'll admit, she means well. She's like a ray of sunshine in the middle of a thunderstorm—which is exactly why she drives me nuts."

Confessional: Ella

"Gwen's a little gloomy sometimes, but I know deep down she's a softie! I'm just going to keep being myself, and eventually, she'll warm up. That's what family does!"

At the Fearless Flyers' table, Heather, Jasmine, Harold, and Anne Maria sat together, while Bowie wandered between tables, chatting with everyone. The tension between Heather and Jasmine was palpable, but Harold seemed determined to lighten the mood.

"So, Heather," Harold began, "remember when we teamed up in Action? That was fun, right?"

Heather glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Fun isn't exactly the word I'd use."

"But we were a good team!" Harold insisted. "You can't deny that."

Heather rolled her eyes. "Sure, Harold. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Anne Maria, who had been scrolling through her phone, finally looked up. "Wait, you two were, like, friends? Seriously?"

"We weren't friends," Heather clarified quickly. "It was strategic."

"Totally friends," Harold said with a grin.

Confessional: Heather

"Harold's memory must be selective because we were not friends. But… I guess he wasn't the worst person to work with. Not that I'd ever tell him that."

Meanwhile, Bowie returned to the table, sitting beside Zoey. "So, what's the plan today, team leader?" he asked, grinning at Jasmine.

Jasmine smirked. "Stick together, stay sharp, and don't let Heather take over."

"Hey!" Heather protested. "I'm sitting right here."

Zoey laughed nervously, clearly uncomfortable. "I think we just need to do our best and not overthink it."

Bowie nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Just let me know if we need someone to charm Chef into not sabotaging us."

Heather scoffed. "Good luck with that."

Confessional: Bowie

"Honestly, I'm just here for the drama. The challenge is a bonus."

Duncan slouched in his chair, casually peeling the label off a bottle of water. Jasmine, Bowie, Zoey, and Harold were deep in conversation about strategies, but Duncan wasn't paying much attention—until Jasmine called him out.

"Duncan," Jasmine said sharply, "you planning to actually contribute, or are you just here for the free ride?"

Duncan glanced up, unfazed. "Relax, Jungle Jane. I'll pull my weight when it counts."

Bowie raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a smirk. "When it counts? You mean, like, right now?"

Duncan shrugged. "Look, I've been through enough of these challenges to know it's all about timing. Save your energy for the important stuff."

Zoey frowned. "But isn't every challenge important?"

"Not if you play it smart," Duncan replied, tossing the bottle cap onto the table. "Let everyone else tire themselves out. I'm in it for the long game."

Jasmine narrowed her eyes. "You better hope that 'long game' doesn't cost us immunity."

Confessional: Duncan

"Jasmine's got this whole 'team captain' thing going on, but I've been around long enough to know that overachievers usually burn out fast. I'll step in when it matters—until then, she can yell all she wants."

"So, soldier boy," Duncan began, his tone dripping with mockery. "You always this… tense, or is that just your thing?"

Brick didn't look up, his jaw tightening slightly. "It's called discipline, Duncan. Something you might want to try sometime."

Duncan snorted. "Yeah, because following orders and standing at attention is so my style."

Heather, seated nearby, smirked. "I don't know, Duncan. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him. You're about as disciplined as Owen at a buffet."

"Hey!" Owen shouted from the Ducks' table across the car, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. "I heard that!"

Brick finally glanced up, his expression calm but firm. "I'm not here to get into petty fights. I'm here to win. If you want to slack off, that's your problem, but don't expect me to carry you."

Duncan raised an eyebrow, mildly impressed. "Huh. Didn't think you had it in you."

Confessional: Brick

"Duncan doesn't take anything seriously, but if he thinks I'm going to let him drag our team down, he's got another thing coming. I'm here to win, and I'm not letting anyone get in my way."

Confessional: Jasmine

"I get that Duncan's playing it cool, but this isn't a solo competition. If he's not careful, his laid-back attitude is going to drag the whole team down."

Nearby, Damien sat with Zoey, both of them picking at their food while trying to avoid the chaos around them.

"So," Damien said, breaking the awkward silence, "is it always like this? The yelling, the scheming, the… whatever Owen and Wayne are doing?"

Zoey laughed nervously, glancing over at Owen and Wayne, who were attempting to stack pancakes as high as possible. "Pretty much. You get used to it."

Damien raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I want to."

Zoey's smile faltered slightly. "It's not all bad. I mean, there are good people here. You just have to figure out who you can trust."

Damien sighed. "Trust isn't exactly my strong suit. But thanks for the advice."

Confessional: Damien

"Zoey seems nice, but this whole competition thing is way more intense than I expected. I feel like I'm in over my head."

Confessional: Zoey

"Damien reminds me of me when I first started—nervous, unsure, and way too nice. I just hope he can hold his own when things get tough."

The train screeched to a halt, and Chris's voice crackled over the intercom. "Alright, contestants! Time to get off your butts and onto the desert floor. Your next challenge awaits!"

The contestants groaned as they grabbed their gear and stepped off the train, squinting against the harsh sunlight. The barren Atacama Desert stretched out before them, a surreal landscape of cracked earth and distant mountains.

Chris stood beneath a wooden arch labeled "Challenge Zone," grinning as always. "Welcome to Desert Duel! The driest place on Earth is the perfect backdrop for today's test of teamwork and survival. Let's see if you've got what it takes to make it out alive—or at least, not last."

Chris stood at the center of the group, holding a megaphone. "Alright, teams, here's how this is gonna go. Scattered across this lovely desert wasteland are pieces of a giant puzzle that correspond to your team. Your job is to find all the pieces and assemble them on your team's frame over there." He gestured dramatically to the puzzle stations, their frames painted in the colors of each team: red for the Flyers, blue for the Sharks, and yellow for the Ducks.

"But wait—there's a twist!" Chris continued, his grin widening. "Each team only gets one survival pack. Inside, you'll find water, sunscreen, and a compass. But here's the catch: the pack only has enough for half your team."

The contestants groaned.

"Oh, and don't forget the sandstorms and Chef's delightful decoys," Chris added, gesturing to Chef, who stood by a dune with a mischievous smirk and a box of fake puzzle pieces. "So, who's ready to suffer?"

The groans got louder.

"Great!" Chris yelled, blowing a whistle. "Your survival packs are by the starting line. Ready, set, go!"

Jasmine immediately took charge, clutching the compass and squinting at the horizon. "Alright, we'll follow this path north toward that ridge. Puzzle pieces are probably hidden near landmarks."

Heather leaned against the survival pack, applying sunscreen with an exaggerated air of importance. "Or we could split up and cover more ground. It's not like teamwork is really our strong suit."

"Yeah, because splitting up worked so well for you in the past," Jasmine shot back, her tone biting.

Heather smirked. "Just offering suggestions. Don't worry, you can still play leader."

Zoey stood awkwardly between them, holding the water bottle. "Uh, maybe we should—"

"Just give it to me," Heather interrupted, snatching the bottle. "I'll carry it. At least that way it won't get dropped."

Harold, watching from the sidelines, frowned. "You know, not everything's about you, Heather."

Heather raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "And here I thought you'd be grateful to have someone competent on your team."

"I am grateful," Harold replied, surprising everyone with his confidence. "Just not to you."

Zoey stifled a laugh as Heather blinked, momentarily speechless.

Confessional: Harold

"Back in Action, I let Heather push me around because I thought it was easier. Not this time. If she wants to fight, I'll fight back."

The group finally set off, with Jasmine leading and Heather trailing behind, muttering under her breath. Bowie walked beside Zoey, who was nervously glancing at the compass. "Relax," Bowie said with a reassuring smile. "Jasmine's got it handled. And if she doesn't, I'm here to make sure we don't totally implode."

Zoey smiled faintly. "Thanks. I just… I don't want to mess this up for everyone."

"You won't," Bowie replied. "Trust me."

Sky had taken the lead for the Sharks, her steady demeanor contrasting sharply with Courtney's constant stream of complaints. "We need to move faster," Courtney snapped, glaring at the compass in Sky's hand. "Every second we waste is another second someone else gets ahead."

"We're not wasting time," Sky replied evenly. "We're being careful. There's a difference."

Courtney crossed her arms. "Careful doesn't win challenges."

"Neither does rushing and missing pieces," Axel cut in, her tone sharp. "You want to lead? Then stop micromanaging and start helping."

Courtney bristled but didn't respond, instead marching ahead of the group. MK, walking alongside Noah, smirked. "Think she's mad?"

"Definitely," Noah replied. "But it's entertaining, so who cares?"

Ella, meanwhile, was humming a soft tune, seemingly unbothered by the heat. Axel groaned. "Can you not? We're trying to focus."

Ella smiled serenely. "Music soothes the soul. Maybe it'll help you relax."

"I don't need to relax," Axel muttered. "I need this challenge to be over."

Sky ignored the bickering, keeping her eyes on the horizon. "There's a cluster of rocks up ahead. That's probably where one of the pieces is hidden."

Courtney huffed but followed, muttering something under her breath.

The Ducks were predictably chaotic. Owen and Wayne, still holding onto the survival pack, were arguing over who should carry the water.

"Dude, I sweat more than you, so I should have it," Owen insisted.

"Yeah, but I run more than you," Wayne shot back. "I need the hydration."

Julia finally snapped, yanking the water bottle from them. "Neither of you should have it. You'll probably spill it or drink it all in one go."

Scarlett, standing nearby with her arms crossed, sighed. "If we spent as much energy working as we do arguing, we'd be in first place by now."

Dawn, ever calm, pointed to a patch of sand dunes in the distance. "The wind is stronger there. It's likely the puzzle pieces are buried under loose sand."

Julia rolled her eyes. "Great. Another mystical guess."

"It's not a guess," Dawn replied. "It's intuition."

Owen and Wayne nodded enthusiastically. "Let's follow Dawn!" Wayne said. "She seems smart."

Julia groaned. "Fine. But if this doesn't work, it's on you."

As the teams fanned out across the desert, Chris's voice crackled over hidden speakers. "Alright, contestants, time to spice things up! Cue the sandstorm!"

From behind a dune, massive industrial fans roared to life, sending clouds of sand whipping across the landscape. The contestants scrambled for cover as the wind howled.

Jasmine yelled over the wind. "Stay together! We can't lose anyone!"

Heather shielded her face, muttering, "Oh, great leadership, Captain Obvious."

Harold tripped on a rock but quickly got back up, clutching a puzzle piece he'd found moments earlier. "Got it!" he shouted, holding it up.

"Nice one!" Zoey called, smiling.

Heather, seeing an opportunity, snatched the piece from Harold. "I'll carry it. You just focus on keeping up."

Harold glared at her but said nothing, jogging to catch up with the group.

Confessional: Zoey

"I don't know what Heather's problem is. Harold found the piece fair and square, but she just can't let anyone else have the spotlight."

Sky had tied the team together with a rope from their survival pack, ensuring no one got separated. "Hold on tight!" she shouted. "We're almost to the rocks!"

Courtney, trailing behind, snapped, "This is a waste of time! We should be heading toward the dunes!"

"No one asked you!" MK yelled back, clearly annoyed.

Noah chuckled. "I love it when Courtney gets told off. It's like a gift."

As they reached the rocks, Axel spotted a puzzle piece lodged between two boulders. "Got it!" she shouted, yanking it free.

Sky grinned. "Nice work!"

Ella hummed triumphantly, earning another groan from Axel.

The Ducks were in complete disarray. Owen and Wayne had gotten separated from the group, wandering aimlessly through the storm.

"Do you think we're lost?" Wayne asked, his voice muffled by the wind.

"Nah," Owen replied, squinting at the horizon. "I think we're… wait, is that a cactus?"

Wayne looked over. "Cactus means water, right?"

"Totally!" Owen said, running toward it—only to trip over a hidden decoy piece planted by Chef.

Chris's voice crackled over the speakers. "Oh no, looks like Owen fell for a trap! Better luck next time!"

The rest of the team, led by Scarlett, finally regrouped. "We need to focus," Scarlett said firmly. "This storm isn't going to last forever."

Julia muttered under her breath but reluctantly followed her lead.

As the sandstorm cleared, the teams began returning to their puzzle frames with their collected pieces. The Sharks worked quickly, Sky and Brick leading the charge. "This piece goes here!" Sky shouted, sliding a piece into place.

The Flyers weren't far behind, though Heather and Jasmine continued to bicker. "That piece doesn't go there!" Heather snapped.

"It fits, doesn't it?" Jasmine retorted.

Meanwhile, the Ducks lagged behind, struggling to fit their pieces together. Owen and Wayne fumbled with one corner, while Julia barked orders at them. "No, you're doing it wrong! Move!"

Chris watched from the sidelines, grinning. "And it's a close race between the Sharks and the Flyers! The Ducks… well, at least they're trying."

In the end, the Sharks slid their final piece into place first, with the Flyers finishing moments later. The Ducks, despite Scarlett's best efforts, were still several pieces short.

Chris stepped forward, megaphone in hand. "And the winners are… the Soaring Sharks! Flyers, you're safe this time. Ducks? Get ready for another elimination ceremony."

The Ducks groaned, Julia glaring daggers at Owen and Wayne. "This is your fault."

"Better luck next time, Ducks!" Chris called cheerfully.

The Daring Ducks trudged onto the dimly lit platform, their expressions ranging from irritated to defeated. The moonlight cast long shadows across the cracked desert floor, and the familiar trapdoor mechanism loomed ominously beneath the wooden platform. Chris stood in his usual spot, a tray of marshmallows balanced effortlessly in one hand and a megaphone in the other.

"Welcome back, Ducks!" Chris said with a grin. "Another challenge, another loss. You're quickly becoming my favorite trainwreck of a team."

Julia crossed her arms and glared at Owen and Wayne, who were nervously whispering to each other. Scarlett adjusted her glasses, her face calm but serious. Dawn stood near the back of the group, her serene demeanor unshaken despite the tension.

Chris held up the tray of marshmallows, their glow almost eerie in the dim light. "You know the drill. If I call your name, you get a marshmallow and live to compete another day. If not…" He gestured dramatically to the trapdoor. "You're outta here."

Chef, standing by the lever, cracked his knuckles menacingly.

[Confessional: Julia]

"I've had it with Owen and Wayne. They're dead weight, and they've cost us two challenges already. Tonight, one of them has to go."

Chris picked up the first marshmallow. "Let's get started. The first marshmallow goes to… Scarlett."

Scarlett nodded curtly, catching the marshmallow with ease.

"Next up… Dawn."

Dawn gracefully accepted her marshmallow, bowing slightly. "Thank you."

"Owen."

Owen let out a loud sigh of relief, catching the marshmallow mid-air. "Yes! I thought I was toast for sure!"

Julia rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck. "Not yet, anyway," she muttered under her breath.

Chris picked up the next marshmallow. "Wayne."

Wayne grinned and high-fived Owen before catching his marshmallow. "Yeah, buddy! We're still in it!"

Julia's face darkened as she realized she was in the bottom two alongside Dakota. Dakota, for her part, looked completely unbothered, casually inspecting her nails.

"And now," Chris said, drawing out the suspense, "the final marshmallow goes to…"

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Dakota smirked, strolling forward to grab her marshmallow. "Obviously."

Julia's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?! You're keeping her over me?"

Chris shrugged, clearly enjoying her outrage. "The team has spoken. And by spoken, I mean they wrote your name down. A lot."

Confessional: Julia

"This is ridiculous. I carried this team! And they vote me out? I hope they lose every challenge from now on."

Julia turned to the remaining Ducks, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Good luck without me. You're going to need it."

Dawn stepped forward, her tone calm but firm. "Your attitude was holding the team back, Julia. We need unity, not division."

Scarlett added, "You're smart, but you don't listen to anyone. That's why this happened."

Julia rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Have fun losing."

Chris gestured toward the trapdoor. "Time to take the plunge, Jules!"

Julia reluctantly stepped onto the trapdoor, her arms crossed. "It's Julia," she snapped. "Not Jules."

Chef pulled the lever, and with a loud clang, the trapdoor swung open. Julia let out an indignant yell as she plummeted into the darkness, landing with a muffled thud in the desert below.

The remaining Ducks shuffled back to their cabin in awkward silence. Owen and Wayne sat on one bunk, their usual cheer dampened. Scarlett sat at the table, methodically reviewing the challenge in her notebook. Dawn perched by the window, gazing at the stars.

Wayne broke the silence first. "So, uh… that was rough."

"Understatement of the century," Scarlett replied without looking up.

Dawn turned from the window, her expression thoughtful. "We have to work together if we want to win. Julia couldn't see that, but maybe now we can."

Owen nodded. "Yeah. Teamwork! We can totally do that, right, Wayne?"

"Totally," Wayne agreed, though his tone wasn't entirely convincing.

Scarlett glanced up from her notebook. "Let's hope so. Because if we lose again, no amount of teamwork is going to save us."

Confessional: Scarlett

"The Ducks are still a mess, but at least without Julia, there's a chance we can start building something functional. Maybe."

The train barreled into the night as Chris leaned against the railing of the caboose, the wind whipping through his hair. He grinned into the camera, his voice dripping with excitement.

"And that's three contestants down! Julia's gone, the Ducks are floundering, and the Sharks and Flyers are just starting to feel the heat. Who will thrive? Who will crack? And how many more times can I get Chef to do something ridiculous? Find out next time, only on Total Drama: World Domination!"

Ranking:

26th - Jo

25th - Ezekiel

24th - Julia

Votes:

Owen - Julia

Dakota - Julia

Scarlett - Dakota

Julia - Dakota

Wayne - Julia

Dawn - Julia

Results:

Dakota (2 votes)

Julia (4 votes)

(Author's Note: There's a little surprise coming in the future. Stay tuned!)