"Last time on Total Drama Island," Chris recapped, "The teams were disbanded and then rebanded, as we went from four group of losers to two." The scene flashed back to the two new teams forming, then to Dean getting his normal look back. "Scarlett and Cameron made something to make Dean-zilla 75% less freaky," Chris continued. The scene changed to Jo planting the votes under Sky's pillow, then to Keith finding them under Alejandro's bunk. "While Jo spun Jo's plan to frame Sky into one to try and expose Alejandro for screwing with Phoebe's chances. Both were wrong on the culprit."
...
The scene changed to Paul leading Shadow into the bird pen and Bowie getting zapped by an electric eel. "Then we put the teens through a physical and mental endurance test at the same time by having to do an academic race," Chris continued. The scene changed to Marcy explaining the first challenge. "They had zoology classes hosted by Marcy, who we totally didn't have to cut the interns' checks a bit to pay for."
"What?!" Stan and Karol complained off-screen. The scene changed to the Maggots getting flung off the board. "A geography game where you were launched back if you were wrong..." Chris continued. The scene changed to Lindsay holding up the panels and the equation getting a green checkmark. "Math with signals..." The scene changed to the final part of the challenge. "And a puzzle with hardly any guidelines." The scene changed to Owen's sad song. "Owen was funked out remembering his kiwi-buster Izzy..." The scene changed to Izzy swinging towards Owen and making him crash into the puzzle table, then to the Skunks' first campfire ceremony and Owen's elimination. "Who returned out of nowhere and crashed the Skunks' hope of victory, sending Big O to elimination. Surprised the catapult could hold him."
...
The scene returned to Chris standing on the dock. "With forty campers remaining, tensions are escalating," he narrated. "Will today's challenge be able to explode some? Find out on this episode of Total...Drama...Island!"
(cue commercial)
It was early the next morning. Inside the spa hotel, Nikki was poking her spoon into some colorful gruel. "I thought the spa hotel had actual food," Cameron noted as he, Scarlett and Sierra approached the rapper.
"They usually do," Nikki agreed. "Wonder what changed."
"Chris probably has something planned with this," Sierra reasoned. "Oh, I bet it's another eating challenge!"
"Just what we needed," Scarlett grumbled. "The one area that I have absolutely zero expertise in."
"Eating challenges not your thing?" Nikki guessed.
"Same with me," Cameron sighed. "Aside from Sky, we have the weakest stomachs out of the entire cast."
"Well, might as well eat this slop. It's not too bad and probably the most decent thing we'll have today."
"Yes, best not to risk any nutritional deficiency," Scarlett agreed. However, before she could take a bite, a loud pulse of rock music blasted through the room, making the bowl of gruel fly up and hit her in the face. "What's going on?!" Cameron cried out as he clung to a table leg, trying not to get blown away.
"HELEN!" Nikki shouted. The music died down. "Oh, crap!" Helen gasped as she ran into the kitchen. "I didn't realize how loud the music was or how powerful and the goop and...I'm so, so sorry, guys!"
"Just keep the decibel level at a more reasonable number," Scarlett advised as she wiped her face clean. "And be grateful this is food and not chemicals."
"So...you're not mad?"
"It would be unwise to hold such a petty grudge, especially considering you're connected to such a powerful player here."
"Power player?" Scarlett simply pointed to Nikki, who could only reply with a gaped expression. "You're exaggerating, my peeps," Nikki stammered. "In this little screen, I'm hardly a bleep."
"We're serious," Cameron informed her. "Out of everyone on the Maggots, you're pretty level-headed and a valuable asset. You've led us Frogs to victory more than once. And-"
"Okay, I got the idea. Just trying to do my best, I suppose."
"Oh, maybe we can talk about other stuff together," Sierra giggled.
"Like?" Helen asked.
"Like love and couples. My blog has a bunch of info about them and different pen names for each one. There's even fan drawings submitted of some canon and fanon stuff. Oh, look at this one involving your friends, Nikki." Nikki looked down at Sierra's phone and laughed when she saw a picture of Rodney and Helga, now dressed up as bears, sipping hot chocolate. "Oh, they look so adorable!" Helen gushed.
"Sierra, remind me again what the concept behind this is," Scarlett sighed as she shook her head. "I cannot find a rational explanation for it."
"Well, love is naturally hard to describe," Cameron admitted. "You just...know it when you feel it."
"Exactly!" Sierra exclaimed. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find someone for you, Scarlett."
"For real?" Nikki thought. "Scarlett's more, don't take offense to this, not exactly the gushy-gushy type, more akin to, like, um, a robot?"
"If an android can dream of robotic sheep," Cameron countered, "Then surely the realm of romance is not too far off."
"But who would Scarlett even be most compatible with?" Helen asked.
"We're looking right at him," Sierra giggled.
"Cameron?" Scarlett wondered with a shocked expression. "He? Us?"
"I can totally see it," Nikki told them as she brought Scarlett and Cameron close together in a hug. "You two have been like peas in a pod since this competition started. Plus, you got things in common like being smart."
"Totally," Sierra agreed. "In fact, on a poll I put up on my blog, you two were the second-most-desired couple for the fandom."
"Second-best?" Helen thought. "Who was the best, then? Austin and Sugar?"
"NO," the group declared.
"Even this robot knows that's a bad combo," Nikki teased as she lightly nudged Scarlett. Unknown to the group, a pair of eyes glared at them before walking off. Over towards the library, some classical music was playing as Alejandro slipped on a glass of tea. "Why bother with this fancy shit?" Jo scoffed as she lounged in a chair. "I should be hitting the gym and keeping my body in prime shape right now to kick ass later."
"Maybe it's a plan to keep on winning," Scott muffled between bites of colorful gruel. "We all know me and Jo are on the outs."
"Perhaps you should down your gruel with some green tea," Alejandro advised as he dusted himself clean. Scott was about to take a sip when the library door was slammed opened by Valerie, making him spill the tea on his crotch. "HOT! HOT!"
"That nerdy skank!" Valerie complained as she stomped over. "A traitor, she is!"
"Close the door," Alejandro warned in a hushed tone. "We don't want to risk being overheard." Valerie slammed the door shut. "What's got you in a bind, Fashion Disaster?" Jo teased.
"Scarlett," Valerie complained. "She's getting too attached to Bubble Boy and phone addict Sierra."
"Chris's way of ordering the new teams probably didn't help," Scott thought. "Really, most of us would've been picked last had we got too unlucky and it kept certain people together."
"Perhaps their alliance might become a problem down the line," Alejandro theorized.
"And one of them probably has that silver idol," Valerie grumbled. These words managed a spit-take out of Jo. "They have the idol?!" she cried out in shock.
"Try not to make a mess," Alejandro moaned as he wiped his face of the tea on him.
"Forget the neatness," Scott told him with a worried expression. "This is serious!"
"But what makes you suspect them of the idol, Miss Valerie?"
"With all the time they've spent exploring the weird 'specimen'," Valerie noted, "Is it any surprise that those dweebs found it?"
"Hmm...maybe now would be a good time to rebrand the Villains' Alliance with a plan."
"You think so, Hot Sauce?" Jo scoffed. "Bun-For-Brains will stick with the nerds than us."
"Not unless we can force Scarlett into a corner."
"And how do you expect her to do that?" Scott questioned.
"Appeal to logic," Valerie shrugged. "It's how we got her to join in the first place."
"No, not exactly," Alejandro explained. "What we need to do is split up the alliance she has. If we convince enough of the Maggots that their alliance is a problem, we can direct the votes to target them."
"What about the idol, smart guy? Forget about that, didn't you?"
"Let me finish. We can make sure the votes are split between two members of the alliance. If one of them decides to use the idol, it'll still result in an alliance member being eliminated."
"Taking away the power the idol might have," Jo realized. "I like the idea. But who, exactly?"
"Combo should be one of Scarlett and one of her buddies," Valerie reasoned. "Once she sees how she's so close to getting cut, she'll get desperate and come crawling back to us to do whatever we say."
"Brilliant," Alejandro complimented. "Now all that's left is to gather the votes." Over by the window, a little bee buzzed away, then landed at the window by the gym. "There you are," Greg muttered as he picked up the metallic insect. He pressed a button, making the bee morph into a USB key, which he plugged into a tablet. He sat down on a bench and plugged in some earbuds as he pressed 'Play', showing the conversation that took place in the library. "Greg?" Sky called out as she ran on a treadmill. "Greg! Maybe you should watch your video somewhere where it won't get ruined."
"This was the only place for privacy," Greg explained as his eyes were locked onto the screen. "Or the closest thing that goes for privacy here in this place." He glanced over at Keith, who was punching a bag with Alejandro's face taped on."What's his issue with Al?" Sky wondered as she hopped off the treadmill. "Going after a good guy like him..."
"Dramatic irony at its finest," Greg murmured under his breath.
"Al a good guy?" Keith scolded, barely holding back his fury. "After all the shit he pulled?! Phoebe and Destiny...bet he had a hand in many others, too!"
"What you're doing is making baseless accusations," Sky scolded.
"And what you're doing is being a complete idiot! Honestly, does that guy have the power to dumb everyone down when he's around?"
"And to think you were actually trying to be decent for a change!"
"Don't worry," Greg cut off as he started to push Keith out of the gym. "I'll handle him, Sky. Just keep doing your thing." He pulled Keith out to the hallway. "What are you doing, you dunce?" Greg sternly told Keith in a hushed tone.
"Trying to warn these idiots of the true villain," Keith gruffly replied. "Isn't that what you want?"
"Not in this manner. It'll only drive people away. We have to be tactful going forward. Alejandro is a very dangerous foe. What's worse is now he's not alone. He's recruited Val, Jo and Scott to his side and they're planning to drive the trio of Scarlett, Sierra and Cameron apart."
"How'd you get that info?"
"Irrelevant. Point is, our best move right now would be to dissuade the Maggots from voting for those three. Then we might be able to gain three votes to our side from the trio once the villains' plan gets butchered."
"Okay, but who to vote for, then if not Al?"
"Hmm, maybe let the trio decide? It'll gain better trust with them. But main focus is ruining the villains' plan. Let's get to it." The two of them walked off, unaware that they were close to a window that Bryan had ducked down under. "Interesting..." he muttered.
Confessional: Bryan (Slippery Skunks)
"Seems it'll come down to a clash of wits for the Maggots. I wonder if things might change if I inform Valerie of this plot the guys are forming against them."
End Confessional
Inside the main lodge, the Skunks were getting their gruel from Karol. "With the time you wasted dying this slop different colors," Millie complained as she held up her bowl, "You could've cooked us a good breakfast."
"Yeah!" Carly cheered as she and Sam watched on. "Ka-pow! You tell it like it is, Millie!"
"Go for the knockout, Millie!" Sam exclaimed. "BAM!"
"Actually, that was it," Millie informed them. "I'm done."
"Oh," Carly realized. "Well, it was really good. But Karol, why are you the one serving breakfast? Isn't that Chef's job?"
"Busy," Karol grumbled.
...
The scene changed to Chef in a professional chef's attire as he prepared numerous dishes, including dumping a carton of eggs into a pan and slicing an apple with a cleaver. "I always thought of food as 'art'," he lamented as he stirred a soup made with socks. "Not the slop I serve the kids; that's not even food." He poured some milk over a steak and sliced a ketchup bottle in half. "But today..." He chuckled as some pizza slices popped out of a toaster. "Today will be different. In today's challenge, I get to show the world my great cooking expertise."
...
"Not sure if your cooking is better than Chef's or not," Carly admitted as she poked her gruel with her spoon.
"Don't get your hopes up," Karol sighed. "Dean usually was the one making the interns' lunch after he joined us. The others complained I could ruin a pack of instant ramen."
"It can't be that bad, right?"
"Just look at your buddies there." Karol motioned over to some of the Skunks eating their gruel. "Heather and Harold's bowls ended up too spicy," Karol explained, "Bowie and Austin's were too salty, Dave and Geoff's was too sour, and it looks like I made Leshawna and Courtney's too bitter." Sam took a bite and passed out. "Too sweet," he managed to cough out.
"I think I'll take your word on it," Carly agreed as she winced at her bowl. "Thanks for the warning."
"But I've got a more serious warning than my cooking. You listen, too, Millie. Just because the likes of Echo and Sugar are gone doesn't mean you're safe."
"Well, yeah, I guess Courtney and Heather are pretty rough to deal with."
"No, it's far worse. The Bear villain that set Rose up...he's still lingering among you." Carly and Millie could only gasp in shock.
Confessional: Carly and Millie (Slippery Skunks)
"I-I-I thought Sugar was the Bear villain," Carly stammered. "But what Karol said..."
"Is she even reliable?" Millie asked.
"Yes, she is credible. After all, Rose trusted her well enough. And now that I think about it, Sugar couldn't pull off a stunt like that without getting caught. But who could've-?"
"Let's start with Dave. He's on the team already and would be easy to see if we can rule him out."
"Good plan, Millie."
Confessional: Karol
"I had to tell them. They can't afford to drop their guard so soon. While I couldn't give specifics because of McLean's rules, I can at least steer the girls in the right direction."
End Confessionals
Carly and Millie sat down at a table when they noticed Gwen approaching. "You doing alright with...everything?" Carly asked her.
"Like you care," Gwen grumbled.
"I do. So does Trent and-"
"Drop it."
"But it's the truth. If you two talked, maybe things will go better for both-"
"You're not bossing me around like my mother. Besides, you're his little buddy. You're super-biased with this."
"She does have a point," Millie inputted.
"Millie, you're suppose to help me," Carly said with a slight grunt.
"Hey, I'm only stating a fact. Gwen, perhaps it'd be better to discuss this with an unbiased party, someone without any stakes in the matter."
"Someone not close to me or Trent?" Gwen thought. "That's a decent list considering there's forty people here."
"Well, we're obviously excluding the likes of Jo or Heather or Courtney or any other jerk," Carly told her.
"I was thinking Paul could help," Millie suggested. "Sure, he's a bit rough, but he's usually down to Earth and doesn't sugar-coat things like others would."
"Why are you looking at me when you say that?"
"Paul, huh?" Gwen thought. Meanwhile, Harold picked up a different bowl of gruel and was about to eat a bite when some gruel got on his glasses. "HEY!" he complained.
"Sorry, Harold," Lacey said as she wiped his glasses clean. "Didn't mean to hit you. Now, where is he?" Duncan suddenly jumped out from under the table and plopped an entire bowl of gruel onto Harold's head. "Duncan!" Lacey scolded. "I thought there wouldn't be any civilian casualties!"
"You started it," Duncan shrugged. "Besides, Dorkwad looks much better this way." Harold simply responded by putting a spoonful of gruel into the delinquent's mouth, making it clench up tight. "Nice sourbomb, Harold!" Lacey chuckled as she gave Harold a high-five. "And you'd better watch it, Duncan. Even dweebs can fight back with some sucker punches under their belt. And speaking of sucker, sink's that way." Duncan simply nodded before walking off.
Confessional: Harold (Slippery Skunks)
"No wonder those two get along. But I do consider Lacey the lesser of the two evils. She at least treats me with some respect. If only Duncan can appreciate what I bring to the table."
Confessional: Lacey (Slippery Skunks)
"I'm glad me and Duncan are back on better terms and just doing what we like. I'm glad that weight's gone. The weight with Zoey...I hope to lift soon."
End Confessionals
"Trent?" Sol called out as he opened the cabin door up. "You're gonna go hungry if you don't get your ass into the mess hall."
"I'm not hungry," Trent muffled under his covers.
"But even vampires need food," Zee pointed out as he wore an umpire's mask.
"Dude, why are you even wearing that?"
"To help. Look, I'm a vampire, too! PLAY BALL!" Sol simply snatched the mask off of Zee's face. "Boy, you're confusing vampire with umpire," the Cajun boy informed him. "And Trent, you're not helping yourself by wallowing in guilt like this."
"I can't help it," Trent sighed. "After what happened with Gwen-"
"A freak accident. And Echo being a scum of life. It's not gonna happen again. You're too good for that. But you gotta talk with Gwen if you want any chance with her again."
"Why didn't you tell Gwen?" Zee thought. "Friends are supposed to tell each other everything."
"Huh. Guess Zee has a bit of a brain in there after all."
"I guess I was scared about how she'd react," Trent admitted. "I mean, she's not like Ella or Carly regarding people. And after all of time together, with this...she must think of this like the biggest betrayal she felt ever."
"Just tell her that, then," Sol told him. "She's not completely irrational, you know."
"Campers," Chris announced over the loudspeakers, "Meet me in the dining hall in ten minutes." Valerie rolled her eyes before stepping out of the spa hotel, but she was suddenly dragged away. "We need to talk," Bryan whispered to her. A moment later, the duo were standing inside the boathouse. "Ugh, why pick the chum bucket to talk?" Valerie groaned as she stepped away from a bait bucket.
"Who would think of a classy lady like yourself of being here?" Bryan pointed out. "So, about your plan with the nerd alliance..."
"Definitely an issue, hence why I'm getting the old gang back together to split them up."
"Still, wouldn't it be better to have those three votes on your side instead? Might use them to get rid of the competition such as Nikki or Greg."
"Uh, no. It's clear Scarlett won't listen to us with the bubble brat and fangirl by her side. Cut one of them and Scarlett will crawl back to us."
"But are you sure that's the wisest move? You might-"
"You're impossible, aren't you?" Valerie groaned as she rubbed her forehead. "You leave me no choice."
"What do you me-?" Bryan asked in confusion. He was cut off when Valerie pinned him up against the wall with one arm and using her other hand to move her hair back, sending a seductive look that immediately made him blush. "A woman's most lethal weapon," Bryan gulped with realization.
"Ah, so you know the key," Valerie teased as she rubbed a finger on his chest. "Now hear me, theater kid. We are an association, which means we have to work on ways that benefit us both. Last time, you did a play without me knowing by getting rid of Miss Nightmare."
"B-b-but that was- I mean, she was just-"
"So I say we do my play now. Don't you think so, sweetie?" Bryan managed to take a deep breath to calm himself. "So, Mata Hari," he spoke to Valerie, "Do you have a plan to counteract Gregory?"
"What does that twerp have to do with this?" Valerie questioned with a hard stare.
"Nothing, except...he knows all the details of the villains' plan."
"Impossible!"
"Yet it's the truth. How he knew is beyond me. He didn't reveal that detail when talking to that Neanderthal Keith. But he's trying to thwart your new alliance."
"So...change of plans, then?"
"Not sure I'd advise that. If things suddenly start changing, he might suspect someone overheard and squish the little fly. And honestly, if I fall, you and your pawns will fall, as well. We need to thwart him in a way he'll least expect it."
"We paint the trio as the weakest link. That's always the easiest scapegoat people point to."
"Perfect. I suspect this will be an eating challenge. Scarlett and Cameron will be quick to back out. Sierra, however, will need to be sabotaged for any effect."
"Sounds like a plan," Valerie assured Bryan as she rubbed her fingers across his chest. "You know, you're pretty clever for a flyweight."
"Uh, c-c-could you stop doing that?" Bryan stammered as his face heated up.
"Why? Does it bother you?"
"Actually, no. But we might be late if you keep it up, and people might get curious."
"Oh, shit! Gotta run!" Valerie dashed out of the boat house while Bryan calmly walked out.
Confessional: Valerie (Mutant Maggots)
"Good thing he warned me. You know, the sneaky rat is starting to grow on me. B-but my focus is winning this thing."
Confessional: Bryan (Slippery Skunks)
"I can't believe I got flustered like that! Does Valerie do that to every guy or is there something about me that she likes? Whatever. Worry about the competition, not her or her fiery hair or vixen tongue or-" He groaned. "Focus!"
End Confessionals
"Welcome to the Wheel of Vomit!" Chris announced as he spun a big wheel. There was only the sound of a cricket as the campers sat at the tables, which Scott flicked away. "So...an eating challenge?" he guessed.
"Indeed," Chris replied. "You will sample in a variety of culinary specialties."
"So why the eye protection?" Tyler asked.
"It's called the Wheel of Vomit, Einstein," Valerie lamented. "After what happened last time, it's definitely needed. And if anyone pukes on me..."
"We'll endure your wrath," Paul blandly replied with an eye roll. "We know. Can't you be more creative?"
"Watch it, Grease Head!"
"You watch it, Snake Lips!" Mike and Sky had to pull Paul and Valerie away from each other. "Can we get the challenge started?" Greg demanded. "Whatever food or not food you have, let's just get the torture over with."
"Not food?" Zee thought. "Weird menu, man."
"The rules are simple," Chris explained. "A spin of the wheel determines which one of these ten meals Chef serves next. If you refuse to eat or unable to finish or puke, you're out. Last camper still eating wins immunity for their team. Losers will be 'upchucking' one of their own tonight."
Confessional: Scott (Mutant Maggots)
"Gee, great pun. While I know the nerd trio are our target, I've gotta make sure I'm not a target myself. Luckily, I'm as picky as a raccoon. This challenge was made for me!"
End Confessional
"You know who could've won this challenge for us?" Heather complained. "Owen. Way to vote him off, Courtney."
"We ALL voted him off," Courtney reminded her. "Forget about that?"
"All hope might not be lost," Harold assured the Skunks. "Austin's never been a picky eater before."
"Same goes with Zee," Sol added. "We've got this." Meanwhile, Greg looked over towards Alejandro, then towards Sierra.
Confessional: Greg (Mutant Maggots)
"If I were in the villains' shoes, I'd want to make my target look like a liability. Best plan would either keep the sabotages away or make someone else look like the weak link. Keith can take care of the former while I'll take charge of the latter, and I know that Spaniard won't have Sugar to fall back on this time."
End Confessional
"And now," Chris announced, "From the renowned culinary institute La Cuillere a Crottes..."
"Either your French really sucks or the place really is called 'The Poop Spoon'," Sol scoffed. "That would explain a lot."
"It's the one, the only Chef Hatchet!" Chef walked into the main lodge as he wore a professional chef's attire and hat. "Wow," DJ said with an impressed look. "He's a real bonafide chef. Even got the hat with the crisps in it."
"What does some lame hat got to do with it?" Duncan scoffed.
"Each crisp is one way on how to fix an egg. He's got seven. If I had a hat like that, mine would only have five."
"Respect, my man," Sol complimented as he shared a fist bump with DJ.
"How'd you learn that info?" Lacey wondered.
"Mama," DJ beamed.
Confessional: Lacey (Slippery Skunks)
"Sarah, you really know how to pick a boyfriend. Kind and soft as butter and a great cook? A pretty hard combo to beat."
End Confessional
"Now let's see what our first course is," Chris told the campers. He spun the Wheel of Vomit. "Come on, big money, big money..." It soon stopped on a color. "Round one. The color red means you'll be eating...'Old Sweaty Boot Beef'."
"I'm sorry, what?" Dave asked.
"First," Chef explained, "I needed some old meat, which I found at the local dump. Then, I packed the dump meat into one of my old boots and baked at 425 until medium rare."
"425..." DJ noted as he wrote in a little book.
"You're seriously considering trying that?" Millie gagged.
"It's simply beef inside a shoe," Sam shrugged as Stan passed the campers a plate of the dish. "Can't be that bad, right?"
"I'm out," Scarlett decided as she stood up.
"What?" Keith gasped.
"I'm afraid we'll have to back out, too," Cameron sighed as he and Sky stood up.
"Sky I get, but why you two smart guys? You can at least try to stomach it down!"
"We'll end up puking anyway," Scarlett countered. "Might as well extend our strengths when needed." The trio walked off. "And the Maggots lose three before the challenge even starts," Chris noted. "Bold move."
"More like stupid," Keith grumbled.
"Keith, make sure no one tries to sabotage Sierra," Greg whispered to him. "Remember, you-know-who is targeting the trio." Keith nodded before scooting over to Sierra, though he accidentally knocked Shawn over in the process. "Why am I not surprised?" Bowie scoffed as he and Sam prepared to take a bite. "Someone like Scarlett isn't as big a threat as she imposes. To win these challenges, you have to be mentally tough enough to not only survive, but to thrive in the face of a challenge. Observe." Bowie took a bite of beef and swallowed it. "See?" he boasted. "It's all mind over mat-" He gagged before spewing out rainbow-colored vomit, much to the disgust of the others. "That she blows!" Chris exclaimed. "Bowie is out! Now does everyone see why we made a pretty breakfast this morning? Cause I knew we'd be seeing it again."
Confessional: Bowie (Slippery Skunks)
"My brain was saying 'You've got this!'...then my stomach replied 'You do not.'"
End Confessional
Most of the campers were trying to eat the dish. Lacey and Duncan managed to stomach it, but Dave and Millie ended up vomiting. "Oh, another two down," Chris announced. "Will the beef take down anyone else?"
"Hey, Chef," DJ thought as he ate another bite, "What kind of beef did you use? 75/25?"
"I didn't really pay much attention," Chef shrugged.
"Well, um, not to sound mean, but maybe try a leaner version next time, like 85/15. It's a tad on the greasy side. But the seasoning is just right."
"He did avoid making it too salty," Sol added. "I'll give him that." Shawn had finished his dish when he saw Jasmine struggling with hers. "You can do it!" he rallied.
"Zip it, Zombie Nut!" Jasmine scolded. "I don't need your help!"
Confessional: Shawn (Mutant Maggots)
He sighed. "It's gonna be a long journey."
End Confessional
(cue commercial)
"That's three down from each team," Chris recapped. "Who'll be next?"
"Done!" Zee exclaimed after licking his plate.
"Done," Carly and Zoey moaned. The remaining campers were able to finish, minus Alejandro. He gulped down the final bites of beef. "Do-" he said, but soon started to gag. "Do-" He gagged again. "Come on," Keith complained. "Spew already!" Alejandro took a breath. "Finished," he calmly said.
Confessional: Greg (Mutant Maggots)
"That was a relatively tame dish. I bet the next one will get him."
End Confessional
"A real will-he-won't-he from Alejandro," Chris remarked, "But he makes it to round two, which is..." He spun the Wheel of Vomit. "Orange, meaning you'll be having..."
"Nose-obuco," Chef declared as the scene flashed back to him preparing the dish. "Pork snout is a world-renowned delicacy. But my special recipe uses only pork with severe head colds." Zee slurped the dish without any trouble. "This is wicked," he commented. "Sort of like a nose-bacon soup." Most of the campers shipped the dish and groaned in disgust. "That is NOT like bacon soup!" Heather gagged.
"You mean it's snot like bacon soup," Greg teased. "I mean, if you ignore all the possible viruses and deadly infections you might catch since it is pigs that had head colds, it's perfectly-" He was cut off by vomit landing on his head. "Who puked this time?"
"Ugh," Alejandro groaned as his face turned pale.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked with concern.
"Perhaps some fresh air could help. You think you could-?"
"Oh, sure. I'll help. Yeah, I think this one's knocking me out. Yuck!" The two boys left the main lodge. "Chef, you got another schnoz or two back in the kitchen?" Zee requested. "This growing boy's gotta eat." Heather, Lindsay and Carly gagged before barfing. "Zee, you are utterly gross!" Heather complained.
"Save the fire for later," Austin told him. "And don't make the ladies barf...except for Courtney." Courtney replied by shoving the cowboy to the floor. "Tough competition, huh?" Scott thought as he nudged Shawn. "Let's hope we can win this."
Confessional: Shawn (Mutant Maggots)
"He's right. If our team loses, Jasmine might get kicked off. But how do you compete with a human garbage disposal? I better think of something soon."
End Confessional
"Hey, Zee," Shawn began. "You see that new alien movie called Invasion of the Sinus Blasters yet?"
"I'd really rather not talk about it," Zee replied, "If that's okay with you."
"Oh, man. That scene with the truckers in the diner and their soup turned out to actually have a bunch of alien eggs in it, and those gooey tentacle monsters blasted out of their noses. It was so gro-" Shawn watched as Zee slurped the snot from the pig nose. "Oh, yeah," Zee recalled. "I forgot that scene. I guess it was pretty sweet."
"But-but why didn't you want to talk about it if it wasn't for the grossness?" Shawn stammered.
"I found the dialogue was stilted and the ending felt forced. Not one of Radaslava's better directorial efforts."
"Oh, totally get that," Gwen agreed. "It felt more of an excuse to show grossness. Hardly any real terror for an alien horror flick."
"Okay," Chris announced. "Heather, Carly, Lindsay and Alejandro puked while Paul quit. On we go." He spun the Wheel of Vomit again. "Yellow. Ooh, le croissant de cheveux."
"Hairy croissants?" Sol translated.
"The inspiration for this dish came from a tiny cafe I visited in Paris, where I found a hair in my pastry," Chef recalled as he explained the dish. "This must be the secret to French cuisine, and you may notice a juicy, popping texture in the hair filling. Not to worry. That's just lice." DJ and Sol took a cautious bite. "Hey, not bad," DJ thought. "It kinda has that slight umami flavor that's a nice little surprise. Hair's kinda itching the throat, though."
"Hey, watch this!" Zee laughed. "I'm going to eat the whole thing at once!" He plopped the whole bread in his mouth. "Pepper," Shawn thought as he poured some into his hand. He blew it towards the Skunks, making them cough and sneeze. Gwen, Trent, Harold and Bryan coughed out the bread, but Zee managed to catch the bread in his mouth before it hit the floor. "Touchdown!" Chris cheered. "Unfortunately, you Skunk boys and lady aren't so lucky. You're out."
"Do something, Dirt Boy," Valerie whispered to Scott. "We can't take down the trio if we win." Scott smirked before he started spinning Helen's seat. "WHOA!" she cried out. She soon fell out of her seat, still dazed. "Helen is unable to finish," Chris announced. "She is out."
"Scott!" Mike scolded. "I saw that! Still up to your old tricks, huh?"
"I was just giving her a reassuring pat on the back," Scott nervously fibbed. "I can't help my strength."
"Guys, please," Zoey begged. "Don't be fighting now."
"I can't believe I have to be stuck with you for this game!" Mike complained as he stared Scott down.
"Then I'll make sure it's short," Scott challenged as he stood up. "Fudgey lumps." Mike started to gag. "Chocolate milk," Scott stated with a smirk. Mike just gagged again. "What is happening?" Helga asked with a baffled look.
"Shark Bait's trying to make Mike lose!" Greg realized.
"Two can play that game," Mike bitterly told Scott after regaining his breath. "Spoiled pork fat!" Scott started to gag. "Stepping in warm manure with bare feet," Mike added.
"Guys, can you stop?" Zoey pleaded. "This isn't helping anything."
"Triple chocolate muffins," Scott told Mike.
"Live worms!" Mike lashed back.
"Whipped chocolate pie!"
"Owen's toe jam!"
"Keep going closer to each other and you might make out by accident," Valerie teased.
"EW!" Mike gagged. "The thought of even...that...makes me..." He gagged before vomiting all over Scott, knocking him over. "Nasty!" Sierra cried out. Scott then started spewing on Mike, knocking him into Lacey's lap. "What are you doing?" she questioned.
"He's gonna get a lot of trouble if he doesn't get up," Scott warned.
Confessional: Sam (Slippery Skunks)
"Thinking back on how Bowie put Raj's mouth guard into his mouth on accident...definitely not as gross as this."
Confessional: Mike (Mutant Maggots)
"So Scott got a reaction from Lacey, hmm? Interesting..."
End Confessionals
"Scott, Mike, you're out," Chris told the duo. Scott simply stormed out of the main lodge. Zoey could only moan in defeat. "Calm down," Nikki assured her. "I'm sure things will work out."
"Round four!" Chris announced as he spun the Wheel of Vomit. "Oh, green means it'll be...wiggle fries."
"That already sounds super-gross," Leshawna moaned.
"I once read about this casu martzu stuff that's pretty much just cheese with maggots in it," Chef explained. "So, I figured it should work with poutine, too, right?"
"There really is a cheese with live bugs in it?" Nikki gagged.
"Yeah," Sol brushed off. "It's not really that wild. I mean, when you eat blue cheese, you're technically eating moldy cheese." Nikki and Greg soon barfed. "Oh, that's gross!" Nikki cried out.
"Aw, wiggly," Zee giggled as he took a bite.
"You make a good poutine, Chef," DJ complimented after taking a few bites. Tyler, Leshawna and Geoff ended up puking next. Courtney gagged at her dish but forced herself to eat.
Confessional: Courtney (Slippery Skunks)
"There is no way I'm giving up a chance at immunity, especially against idiots such as Dirt Eater and Mutant Face. This competition is MINE!"
End Confessional
The remaining teens struggled to finish. "Oh, you don't have any maggots on your poutine," Chef noted as he saw Zoey's plate.
"It-it's fine," Zoey stammered. "I don't-" Chef sprinkled the bugs over her plate. "No problem," Zoey squeaked out. She took a bite and started gagging. "They keep...crawling back up..." Her cheeks bulged before she vomited, then she rushed out of the main lodge. "Oh, poor kid," Valerie teased. She looked over to Sierra's dish, then sprinkled some red flakes on it when she wasn't looking. Sierra took a bite...then another...then another... "Hey, not bad," she noted.
"Not bad?" Valerie questioned with an upset look.
"Yeah. The heat helps with the bugs."
"That's the way," Keith rallied. "Hey, Val, we might win this one! Yeah!" He slapped her on the back, knocking her over and spilling the red flakes all over her face. "You okay?" Keith asked.
"AHHHH!" Valerie shrieked as her face started to burn. "IT BURNS!" She spewed out some flames. "My tongue is on fire!"
"Boom!" Chris exclaimed. "Valerie is unable to continue, so she is out. Also out is...Sierra."
"What?" Sierra gasped. "Why?"
"You're not allowed to alter the food in any way unless Chef or I instruct it. Pepper flakes count as an alteration." Sierra just sighed before getting up and leaving. "Damn it," Keith grumbled.
Confessional: Keith (Mutant Maggots)
"So I couldn't stop the sabotage. Guess the next-best thing would be to win immunity. You can't vote for somebody then."
End Confessional
"Okay," Chris announced. "Maggots have five players remaining while Skunks have eight. Round five." He spun the Wheel of Vomit. "Cyan. Toe jam cookies."
"When watching TV, I like to pick the lint out from my toes, roll it into tiny balls and flick them into the corner," Chef explained. "Anyhow, now they're in your cookies!"
Confessional: Courtney (Slippery Skunks)
"Toe jam cookies?" She groaned in disgust. "This won't be easy."
Confessional: Sam (Slippery Skunks)
"Cookies with lint on it? Honestly, it sounds tame compared to everything else we've had so far."
End Confessionals
"Mmm!" Zee gushed as he ate a cookie. "Still warm! Chef, dude, you are spoiling us today."
"If this is what spoiling is," Dean gagged, "I'd hate to see what the punishment is." Helga quickly ate the cookies and then downed them with a glass of liquid. "That should do it," she moaned.
"So what's in the glass?" Duncan skeptically asked. "Blended cinch bugs?"
"Good idea," Chris replied. "You should've been at the pitch meeting. Sadly, this is just milk."
"Ah, milk," Zee thought after taking a sip. "I've heard of this stuff. Never tried it, though. Always been more of a soda guy. Huh. Where does it come from?"
"Uh, from cows," Sol informed him. "Goats and sheep sometimes. Even yak. Helga told me about buttermilk made from a yak's milk."
"What do you mean 'from cows'?"
Confessional: Shawn (Mutant Maggots)
"Something that grosses out even Zee? I've got to milk it for all it's worth." He snickered. "Milk. What? I'm getting desperate here. Skunks outnumber us."
End Confessional
"Yeah, cows," Shawn told Zee. "You get it by squeezing their udders. You know, those dirty, disgusting pink bags underneath them that dangle and drag along the filthy ground all day. That's where milk comes from." Zee soon started spewing. "Why would you make me drink that?!" he cried out before running off. "I can still taste the barf!" He crashed through the wall, leaving a Zee-sized hole. "What is wrong with you people?!"
"Okay, didn't see that one coming," Austin admitted.
"Wonder why he had a problem with it," DJ thought. He took a sip out of Zee's glass. "Oh..." he moaned. "Now I get it." He ran over to the hole and puked out of it. "DJ!" Lacey gasped. "What happened?"
"Zee's milk..." DJ coughed out. "I think it's spoiled."
"Spoiled?" Helga gagged. She ended up being the next to puke. "So that is why my head was pounding like that."
"Zee, DJ and Helga are all out," Chris announced. "The rest of you, get ready for the lightning round."
"You Skunks might as well back out now and save yourself some pain," Keith advised.
"We can do this all day," Sol challenged. "My gramps' cooking is worse than this crap."
"You sure?" Shawn teased. "Even Zee couldn't take it."
"Bring it, nutcase!" Courtney whipped back.
...
A montage of the lightning round played out. "Round six," Chris said. "Moose jelly." Dean was the only one knocked out of the round.
...
"Round seven," Chris announced. "Seafood milkshake." Jasmine and Austin ended up puking.
...
"Round eight," Chris told them. "Roasted platypus tails." The only one to puke was Keith.
...
"Round nine," Chris said. "Raccoon tartare." Duncan, Jo and Lacey ended up vomiting.
...
"Round ten," Chris continued. "Caterpillar souffle." Shawn quickly downed the dish, making Sam and Sol barf. However, Courtney also managed to eat and keep the dish down.
...
It soon turned to dusk. "It's clear that you're both determined," Chris told Courtney and Shawn, "And disgusting, but I'm getting tired and we're running out of gross ingredients. So, I've invited everyone back to witness this tiebreaker round." He placed a dish down and lifted the cover, revealing a white blob. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute," Chef thought. "I didn't cook that."
"A giant plate of pasta?" Tyler asked. "That's easy. I load up on carbs to help me with track running." The blob lifted itself up, startling the campers. "What was that?" Cameron gasped.
"That is a fifty-foot tapeworm," Chris calmly replied.
"No!" Chef protested. "You can't! At least my dishes pretended to be edible. Do not do this!" He gagged. "It's not...worth it."
Confessional: Tapeworm
"They're right to be disgusted. I haven't showered in days."
Confessional: Shawn (Mutant Maggots)
"'Not worth it'? Like hell that's true!"
Confessional: Courtney (Slippery Skunks)
"Immunity is right there! I'm not about to toss it away!"
End Confessionals
"In the middle of this fifty-foot tapeworm is a finish line," Chris informed them as he held up a reddened section. "First one to eat past the line wins immunity for their team. Don't worry; the line was drawn with beet juice. We'd never make anyone eat ink. We're not monsters."
"But you'd make them eat a living parasite," Scarlett scoffed.
"Ready? Eat!" Courtney and Shawn both got a determined look before biting into the tapeworm. Most of the others got disgusted looks. "Do tapeworms come from cows, too?" Zee thought.
"I think I need that fresh air now," Paul gagged. Alejandro led him back outside. "Thank you for being there for me, Paul," Alejandro breathed out. "Hopefully I can return the favor."
"Uh, no problem," Paul moaned.
"You know, I was thinking how unfair it was that your friends kept getting voted off. I really wish to see you have a fighting chance. Although..."
"What? What are you saying?"
"Well, that trio of Scarlett, Sierra and Cameron are an awfully strong force against all of us. They'll pick us off one-by-one without us even seeing it coming. Perhaps we should vote one of them off to weaken that alliance?"
"That's not a bad idea, but over someone like Val?"
"We can take care of her next time. We must squish this alliance before it becomes too late. I'd try to talk reason to my teammates, but Keith keeps slandering my name after I was framed for sabotaging his friend."
"Don't worry, dude. I'll make them see reason."
"Oh, thank you, buddy."
Confessional: Alejandro (Mutant Maggots)
"It's obvious that Keith and Greg are trying to sabotage the efforts of the new Villains' Alliance. That's why I've decided to get close to Paul. After all, those two will expect the villains to make a move, not one of their closest allies. All it takes is one apple to spoil the rest."
End Confessional
Back inside the main lodge, the campers were still watching the tiebreaker play out. "Please tell me it'll be over soon," Zoey moaned as she covered her eyes.
"I think so, Red," Helen replied. "They're almost done." Courtney and Shawn were both getting close to the marker.
Confessional: Shawn (Mutant Maggots)
"About to win immunity AND kiss a girl? Why did it have to be Courtney of all people?"
End Confessional
Courtney quickly bit off the tapeworm past the marker and swallowed it. "Skunks win immu-" Chef began to announce. He saw the tapeworm dangling from Shawn's mouth and gagged. "Immu-"
"In three, two one..." Chris counted off before popping open an umbrella. Chef started vomiting, followed by Shawn and Courtney. Chef puked again, hitting Bowie and Valerie. Soon, everyone started vomiting.
Confessional: Bowie (Slippery Skunks)
"Grossest. Episode. Ever."
Confessional: Valerie (Mutant Maggots)
"Zombie Nut flunked the tiebreaker! Yes! Now we can put the plan into action. My charms should sway most of those Maggots. If a guy like Bryan could get stunned, those idiot teammates will be child's play."
End Confessionals
Valerie opened the cabin up but was surprised to see it empty. "Where are those losers?" she complained.
"Looking for someone?" Greg inquired as he stood by the doorway.
"Beat it, nerd. Don't think I don't know what you and that sweaty jockstrap are playing, sabotaging my efforts."
"By sabotaging the trio that consists of Scarlett, Cameron and Sierra? Those pepper flakes don't just appear out of thin air."
"Keith is lucky there's no scarring to this gorgeous face. And unless you want your face scratched up, you'll tell me where the Maggots are."
"They're safe, away from your influence. After all, you'd never even step near the boathouse." Valerie got a slight smirk on her face. "Oh, crap," Greg fearfully realized. "Did I just say that?" He was quickly tossed aside. "No, don't!" he pleaded as Valerie rushed out. However, his grief-stricken look slowly turned into a smug smile. "Flyweight to Penguin Pal," he reported through a hidden ear piece. "Fireball's heading your way. Eel, Shark and Rock slide in position?" Some jargon was passed on. "Just as planned." Valerie kept running until she saw the boathouse up ahead. "What's the misfits doing here?" she scoffed as she saw Alejandro and Jo by the boathouse. "I can handle this."
"Sorry I'm late to the meeting," Scott panted as he joined the group.
"Meeting? What meeting? We're supposed to be talking to the Maggots! Move over. They'll listen to me."
"And you're going in there?" Alejandro questioned as Valerie stormed to the boathouse door. "They're not-" She opened the door but only saw buckets of bait. "Where are they?" Valerie demanded. "Wait a second. That little-" The group was suddenly shoved inside the boathouse with a loud CRASH! The door was quickly shut and locked with a padlock, with the camera panning up to... "We got them," Keith said through his ear piece. "They're stuck in the chum bucket as we speak."
"Those bastards!" Jo angrily shouted after returning to her feet. "Open this door, you blockheads!"
"How could they trick us?" Scott thought as he wiped some chum off his face. Valerie could only cough as she took a bucket off her head. She looked down to see her outfit splattered in bait and fish guts, making her let out an earsplitting shriek. She stormed over to the door and pounded on it. "YOU AND THAT NERD ARE DEAD!" she screamed out.
"Might wanna act fast, Flyweight," Keith gulped through the ear piece as the door started to splinter. "A wooden door's not gonna last long." He quickly dashed off. Back towards the cliff, most of the Maggots were talking about the vote. "Why are we speaking here?" Helga asked. "Are cabins infested with bedbugs again?"
"Greg said that Scott and Jo might try to sway us on their side," Dean informed them. "We're meeting here so they don't mess with us. Greg and Keith promised to keep them busy in the meantime."
"Odd that Al and Val aren't here yet," Sky thought.
"Knowing those two boys, they're throwing Al and Val into the crossfire," Tyler replied. "They shouldn't be doing that!"
"Uh-huh," Shawn blandly said. "So, who's the vote?"
"Scott, easy," Mike stated.
"Mike!" Zoey gasped.
"The dude sabotaged us plain as day!"
"Well, um, you didn't help by picking a fight with him."
"Girl's got a point, Mike," Paul admitted. "Actually, we have a bigger issue. There's an alliance we've got to split up here."
"Me?" Helen squeaked out.
"Not you, Helen. It's the alliance of Scarlett, Cameron and Sierra. We've got to take out a member before they get too powerful."
"Those three do seem like a tight group," Sky admitted. "And I doubt they'll join anyone else's side."
"Are you really sure, though?" Nikki asked. "They seem nice when you get to know them."
"I am skeptical of Bun Head," Helga scoffed. "We vote her."
"But, uh, there, I mean-"
"I'm against the idea, too," Shawn spoke up. "We shouldn't vote for her."
"Why not?" Helga demanded.
"Uh, well, what Chris said! The idol. Suppose she's the one that found it."
"It'd mean the trio's votes would be the only valid ones," Zoey realized. "What do we do, then?"
"What if we split our votes?" Dean suggested. "The idol can only protect one person. If we vote some towards Scarlett and some towards another, the idols effects won't be as strong and we still weaken the alliance."
"So who to vote for?" Sky asked. "Scarlett and Sierra or Scarlett and Cameron?"
"Let's go with the former, with the votes leaning towards Sierra. We may need Cam and Scarlett's brain for a future challenge and we know more about their weaknesses than with Sierra."
"Making Bun Head easier to take down later," Helga finished. "Good thinking." Mike could only frown. "I know you don't like Dirt Boy," Paul told him, "But if we want a chance to win, we've got to take care of this alliance now. We'll get him next time we lose."
"This better work," Mike growled out. He looked around for a second. "Hey, where did that kid run off to?" Back at the main lodge, Scarlett was wiping her glasses of barf. "A real shame we lost," Sierra sighed as she and Cameron sat nearby. "I wish I hadn't got disqualified like that."
"You didn't know the food was altered," Cameron assured her. "I'm just worried Scarlett or I could get voted off. We didn't even participate."
"We informed them of the issue," Scarlett pointed out. "Sky also didn't participate, so I doubt we'll be targeted for that." The trio noticed Greg entering the main lodge. "Still a mess, huh?" he groaned as he shook some puke off his shoe.
"Get to the point," Scarlett instructed. "You're not one for idle talk."
"Fine, then. I was thinking a temporary team-up for the votes. You three with me and Keith. A strong five-person offense against our target. Who were you thinking of targeting?"
"Wouldn't Jasmine be the best option?" Sierra thought. "She's universally hated and super-strong."
"But also a useful shield if needed," Scarlett countered. "Perhaps play on the safe side and eliminate one of the weaker links, such as Tyler." The group heard a loud scream before Shawn came crashing through the window. "Great," Scarlett scoffed. "Add in broken glass to the vomit that Chris might force us to clean up."
"Shawn, what are you doing?" Cameron asked.
"Maggots," Shawn sputtered out, "Immunity idol, alliance, split, crossfire!"
"Speak more coherently," Scarlett told him.
"Everyone's targeting your alliance!"
"WHAT?!" Greg protested. He picked Shawn up by the collar of his shirt. "Start talking," he ordered, "NOW!"
"All I know is that most of the Maggots are planning to go after those three," Shawn explained as he pointed to Scarlett, Cameron and Sierra. "Said their alliance is a threat and is planning to split the votes since they possess the idol."
"None of them have the idol," Greg told them as he tossed Shawn back to the ground. "They wouldn't have needed it with their numbers. And how the hell did they get the villains' idea in their head?"
"The villains?" Sierra gasped.
"Al, Val, Scott and Jo teamed up to form a new Villains' Alliance, and they planned to topple you first. But they couldn't have spread that plan. Keith and I prevented that! Even made sure to isolate them in the boathouse for good measure." Greg tapped his ear piece. "Yo, Keith, change of plans," he informed him. "Somehow, the villains leaked their ideas to the Maggots. But don't worry. I think we can at least scare them into backing off if the six of us vote together against one of them. You wanna vote Al, don't you? Then it's settled." He switched the ear piece off. "The rest of you, I'd advise caution going forward with these guys. Don't let them know that you know, because if they do, they'll be swift in cutting us."
"I agree," Shawn replied with a nod. "It's why I don't want to confront Al directly. I also think one of them wormed into Jasmine's head and got her acting like she did."
"You might be onto something, Shawn. Work on making sure their influence doesn't spread or making them see reason. It'll be our best play for now."
"Mutant Maggots," Chris announced over the loudspeakers. "Report to the campfire in five. Time to boot one of you off." Later, the Mutant Maggots were at the campfire ceremony. Jasmine, Scott, Zoey, Sky, Tyler, Helga, Nikki, Helen, Jo and Alejandro were in the back row while Dean, Mike, Keith, Shawn, Sierra, Cameron, Scarlett, Greg, Paul and Valerie were in the front row. "What is that awful stench?" Paul gagged with a teasing tone. "Is that you smelling like chum, Val?" Valerie simply hissed at him, with Greg pulling the mechanic back. "Not the time, Paul," Greg advised.
"I hope you're all feeling better," Chris began, "He said lying. You know how this works, but I'll regurgitate the info again in case a spew of you have forgotten. Vote for the person who you want to be eliminated. Who deserves it most, that's up to you."
"Scott and Mike," Chef stated, "You two's arguing got you both eliminated from the challenge." The two boys glared at each other, to Zoey's concern. "Scarlett and Cameron," Chef continued, "You two quit before the challenge even began. You were zero help to your team."
"We couldn't have helped much, anyway," Cameron defended.
"It's vote time," Chris instructed.
Confessional: Cameron (Mutant Maggots)
"I'm not sure Greg's votes will be enough. Discounting us six, that's still fourteen people left. Divide evenly by two, it's seven votes against us. Oh, I hope they thought to divide by three instead!"
Confessional: Zoey (Mutant Maggots)
She nervously crossed out a photo.
Confessional: Nikki (Mutant Maggots)
She looked at Scarlett and Sierra's pictures with a conflicted look.
End Confessionals
"As always," Chris continued, "A marshmallow means you're safe. First one goes to...Shawn." Shawn grinned as he caught his marshmallow. "Helen, Paul, Tyler, Keith, Sky, Dean, Zoey, Helga, Nikki, Cameron, Greg, Mike, Valerie, Jo and surprisingly Jasmine."
"Hey!" Jasmine complained.
"The rest of you received at least one vote," Chris told Scott, Scarlett, Sierra and Alejandro. "Scott, you're safe with only one vote against."
"Mike!" Zoey and Paul scolded.
"Th-th-that wasn't me!" Mike protested.
"The second-last marshmallow goes to..." Scarlett had a quizzical look while Alejandro was more confident and Sierra was more concerned. "...Scarlett." Scarlett caught her marshmallow. "What?" Dean gasped in shock. "She's not in the bottom two? But...that would mean..."
"There must be at least one person with the alliance," Sky realized.
"Al and Sierra," Chris told them. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening." Both of them got worried looks while the other Maggots watched on with suspense. "..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Alejandro!" Chris announced. Alejandro let out a breath of relief as he caught the last marshmallow. "What?" Cameron thought with a sad tone. "Why Sierra?"
"Your alliance was a threat," Dean told him. "Out of you three, Sierra was the one we can afford to cut the most."
"Don't worry, Camby," Sierra rallied as she hugged him and Scarlett. "I'll make sure to root for you guys."
"Are you-?" Nikki began to ask but an icy glare from Scarlett silenced her. "You're not, it looks like."
"At least we nipped the problem in the butt," Tyler shrugged.
"Really?" Keith scoffed. "You've only made the problem worse. Hope you idiots are proud of yourself."
"Okay, that's enough," Sky cut off as she stood up. "What's done is done."
"Sierra, Dock of Shame," Chris instructed. Sierra nodded before walking off, though Cameron and Nikki still look saddened.
Confessional: Nikki (Mutant Maggots)
"Thing is, I didn't vote for them. That sole vote against Scott was from me. I just didn't feel comfortable going with the group after talking with Scarlett and her friends. Now she's all grumpy and that rock feeling is coming back to my stomach."
End Confessional
Sierra was picked up by the Drone of Despair and flew off into the night sky. "Ugh, good riddance," Valerie groaned as she walked onto the dock. "But now that nerdette will be on my side."
"So Greg didn't foul things up?" Bryan asked as he joined her side, to her shock.
"Oh, it's you again. Well, the villains had a few bumps, no thanks to that smart-ass twig, but the plan worked out."
"Just pieces of a bigger puzzle. The pieces either fit or they have no use and must be disposed of."
"And there's only one piece that has the best value," Valerie said in a seductive tone while she flicked her hair back. "Although, I think a more accurate comparison could be chess. After all, there's two pieces: a powerful queen and..."
"An-" Bryan was about to ask before Valerie suddenly pulled him in and gave him an 'unconditional surrender' style kiss. The actor blushed, but closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss. "A fragile but valuable king," Valerie finished after breaking the kiss with a grin. "And I must say, you kiss very well for a slimy rat." Bryan could only mumble in response. "Oh, my, I think I accidentally fried your brains," Valerie teased as she kept the actor on his feet. "Maybe you need a slight system rese-"
"No," Bryan interrupted. "This is...wrong."
"Why? I'm just showing my appreciation for my good secret ally."
"Exactly. We're allies. Nothing else. Nothing more."
"But-"
"I have to return to my team before they notice my absence. We...we can't go any further. It's...better this way." Bryan walked off, leaving Valerie with a puzzled expression.
Votes:
Voted for Sierra: Helen, Alejandro, Zoey, Scott, Tyler, Jo, Jasmine, Valerie
Voted for Alejandro: Keith, Scarlett, Sierra, Cameron, Greg, Shawn
Voted for Scarlett: Helga, Sky, Paul, Dean, Mike
Voted for Scott: Nikki
Eliminated: Sierra (8-6-5-1)
PHASE ONE:
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)
Xth) Dean (Confused Bears)
87) Alan (Screaming Gophers)
86) Leonard (Toxic Rats)
85) "Dumb" Damien (Screaming Gophers)
84/83) Corey (Screaming Gophers)/Laney (Frogs of Death)
82) Jane (Frogs of Death)
81) "Smart" Damien (Frogs of Death)
80) MK (Toxic Rats)
79/78) Wayne/Raj (Toxic Rats)
77) Dakota (Toxic Rats)
76) Lara (Confused Bears)
75) Beardo (Confused Bears)
74) Amy (Frogs of Death)
73) Ripper (Frogs of Death)
72) Chase (Screaming Gophers)
71) Emma (Toxic Rats)
70) Izzy (Screaming Gophers)
69) Cody (Screaming Gophers)
68) Beth (Screaming Gophers)
67) Rose (Screaming Gophers)
66) Ezekiel (Confused Bears)
65) Anthony (Toxic Rats)
64) Luna (Toxic Rats)
63/62) Brick (Frogs of Death)/Melody (Confused Bears)
61) Max (Screaming Gophers)
60) Rodney (Confused Bears)
59) Sarah (Screaming Gophers)
58) Bridgette (Toxic Rats)
57) Lucas (Screaming Gophers)
56) Samey (Frogs of Death)
55/54) Shane (Frogs of Death)/Ella (Confused Bears)
53) Anne-Maria (Frogs of Death)
52/51) Topher (Frogs of Death)/Blainley (Confused Bears)
50) Julia (Toxic Rats)
49) Priya (Confused Bears)
48) Lightning (Toxic Rats)
47) Destiny (Confused Bears)
46) Ethan (Confused Bears)
45) Echo (Screaming Gophers)
44/43) Phoebe (Frogs of Death)/Sugar (Confused Bears)
42) Dawn (Toxic Rats)
PHASE TWO:
41) Owen (Screaming Gophers, Slippery Skunks)
40) Sierra (Frogs of Death, Mutant Maggots)
Episode 55! And it was a retch-fest in more ways than one. So, Sierra was the one to be cut due to the Scarlett/Cameron/Sierra alliance becoming a threat and attempting to flush out the idol, only for it to not be there and the Maggots' true target being hidden. And while Keith and Greg and even Shawn tried to foul up the bad guys' plans, it ended up being in vain. But hey, I think I did Sierra a bit better here than her canon self, so a slight win.
This challenge was a bit easier to do regarding it, though the interactions had to be hanged a whole bunch due to most of the OG cast for the challenge being gone. But I think I did it fairly well, such as Greg's role with stopping Valerie and DJ critiquing Chef's cooking.
Next episode will subject the campers to a horror most imaginable that they'll...AHHHHHHHHH! Until next time, enjoy and have a good day.