Total Drama Mega Island

by Dunsparce519

A collab with LaCuevademisgustos. A grand total of 100 contestants are duking it out on Camp Wawanakwa for a chance to win one...million...dollars! Who will be the last one standing? Find out on Total...Drama...Mega Island!

54. Get A Great Brain Or You'll Be Drained

"Last time on Total Drama Island," Chris recapped, "Our players went for a hunt for buried treasure, AKA Gwen, Jasmine, Sam and Carly." The scene flashed back to the aforementioned being trapped inside wooden chests, then it changed to Greg and Courtney's reactions to another announcement. "With the added spice of the winning team picking who would go home." The scene changed to Dean's mutation. "Dean got a little too cozy with toxic waste," Chris continued.

"You mean a psycho dropped him into a mine full of the stuff," Stan angrily cut in.

"And mutated into...Dean-zilla!" The scene changed to Scott dangling above while Fang chased him. "Scott was used as shark bait...literally," Chris continued with a chuckle. The scene changed to the Bears and Frogs getting flung to shore by the giant squid. "While Cameron proved a big brain can trick a big squid."

...

The scene changed to the Frogs and Gophers working together and winning the challenge. "The Gophers and Frogs made a temporary truce to win," Chris continued, "With many planning to cut Courtney..." The scene changed to them arguing in the hotel and Dawn's elimination. "But after a lot of arguments, it was Dawn that got the boot."

...

The scene changed to Chris on the dock. "Now that the teams have disbanded," he narrated, "Or so they think, who'll be next to get hurled? How will we injure them beforehand? Find out the answers to these questions and more right here, right now on Total...Drama...Island!"

(cue commercial)

It was early morning, with the sun still absent from the sky. Inside the spa hotel, Scarlett and Cameron were working by the light of a small lamp as they constructed a collar. "I think that should about do it," Cameron noted as he rubbed his eyes. "All that's left is to test the collar out to see if it'll reverse the mutation."

"Perhaps the mutated turtle will make for a good dry run?" Scarlett hypothesized as she removed a pair of orange goggles.

"Eh, I think a lizard or dragonfly might get a more accurate result since Deans mutation has some resemblance of those creatures."

"Hmm, you might be correct with that line of reasoning. Let's go find one right now." The duo quietly walked outside. "You know," Scarlett spoke up once they were a distance away, "Even despite this...matter, I appreciate that I have a fellow brilliant mind by my side."

"I can say the same," Cameron nervously agreed. "Honestly, I never thought I could find someone I relate to so well, considering I spent all my life inside my house, with a good chunk of that being inside a bubble."

"While I can't relate to the bubble, I have shared the prospect of living inside my home most of my life. My parental figures are overly perfectionists and insist I follow their steps in the science world, which I don't really mind. But they were intolerant to the most minimal mistakes. Even not realizing a trick question could make them angry."

"That sounds...excessive," Cameron noted with some sadness. "My mom was and still is very protective, but she would never get like that, aside from maybe raising her voice a little."

"I don't regret what they did," Scarlett said, though her tone sounded more conflicted. "It has helped me be as intelligent as I am today. I just wish my insufferable brother wasn't such a spoiled individual."

"Yeah... Hey, I think I see a lizard." Cameron pointed to a two-headed lizard with six legs. "Probably the most accurate we'll get to matching Dean's parameters," Scarlett reasoned. "Well, let's test the collar. Hmm, a bit big for the neck. I'll have to attach it to the waist." She hooked the collar around the lizard's waist. The lizard was surrounded by a subtle green glow before it changed into a more normal look. "It worked!" Cameron exclaimed. "We did it! Let's give this to Dean and tell him the good news." He removed the collar from the lizard and started to walk off... "Cameron?" Scarlett spoke up. "Look." She pointed to the lizard, which reverted back to its mutated form. "Seems the collar only works as long as you wear it."

"Well, now we know," Cameron told her. "And I think the lizard there prefers it that way." He watched the two heads of the lizard snuggling against one another. "Ah, the strange wonders of the biological world."

"Dean," Scarlett repeated. "Collar."

"Oh, right. See you later, lizards." The duo walked off.

Confessional: Cameron (Frogs of Death)

"I think Scarlett is an incredible individual, but I do feel bad for how she was brought up. From what she told me about her 'parental figures', it seems that they hardly gave her any love. While I sometimes complain about my mom's over-protectiveness, I know deep down that it comes from a place of genuine care. If only I could somehow share that with Scarlett."

End Confessional

Back in the woods, Paul was searching for his teammate. "Dean," he called out. "Dean! Come out here. We can talk things over." He then heard some loud snoring. "Dean! I found you!" He ran over towards the sound...only to find Keith and Barry sleeping in the hammock of the twisted willow tree. "Oh."

"Huh?" Keith mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. "Wha-?"

Confessional: Keith (Confused Bears)

He wiped his eyes. "Last time I cried myself to sleep was when I got sent to the hospital after all the injuries I took during my first serious boxing match. Worst part was that I didn't even win, making the pain all for nothing. But Phoebe getting cut..." He punched the confessional wall. "Whoever was responsible will regret ever crossing me!"

End Confessional

"Sorry to cut your little siesta short," Paul told Keith, "But do you know where Dean is? Haven't seen him since he darted off after the challenge."

"How the hell should I know where Dean-zilla is now?!" Keith snapped back.

"I just asked a question! No need to get snappy." Paul and Keith noticed Barry barking as he pointed ahead. "Uh, thanks," he told the chupacabra before walking off. Barry yapped and waved goodbye. "Whatever," Keith groaned as he laid back down in the hammock. Paul kept walking ahead until he reached the swamp. "Of all the places to go," he grunted, "He had to pick a swamp." He then noticed Crocto-pus by a tree. "Hey, Ink Breath, have you seen a six-armed, lizard-tailed, bug-winged guy with four eyes and that's about as tall as you?" The mutant pointed one of its tentacles to the left. "Thanks," Paul replied before heading in that direction. "I promise I'll try to talk him out of punching you again." Crocto-pus nodded before rubbing the bump on his head and whimpering. "Dean?" Paul called out as he climbed up a tree for a better view. "Dean! Where are you?" He then spied the mutated worker hanging from a branch, holding on to it by his tail. "Leave me," Dean muttered.

"Why are you hanging around like a bat?" Paul asked.

"I...don't know. Guess it's the mutant genes."

"Right... Can you come down so we can speak?"

"We can talk like this." Paul just sighed before getting comfortable on the branch he was on. "Look," he began, "I know you're thinking everything is over-"

"CAUSE IT IS!" Dean cried out, tears streaking his face.

"Dude, calm down and let me finish. I get that you're going through an immense amount of stress, but thinking it's the end is the only thing that will keep it like that."

"Look at me. I can't go back to work on any place like this, nor to my apartment. I don't think Ellie or Gabby will recognize me, just like Carly did."

"Carly was barely waking up from a long, drug-induced sleep. I don't think she was confused cause of your new look." The duo noticed the branches creaking before they snapped off completely, making them plummet into the water. "Yuck!" Paul coughed out. "Swamp water."

"Forget it, Paul," Dean sighed. "There's nothing that can be done for me."

"I wouldn't say that," Cameron spoke up as he and Scarlett waded into the water. "We got something that'll help." He held up the metal collar. "And that is...?" Dean asked.

"This collar will help reverse the effects your mutation has caused you," Scarlett explained.

"Really?"

"Hold it," Paul cut off. "I'm sensing a big 'but' lingering around. What's the catch?"

"Well..." Cameron nervously replied, "We tested the device with a mutated lizard, which looked pretty cute-"

"Cameron..."

"Okay, and we learned that it only works if you keep the collar on at all times. Take it off and you'll go back to your mutated form."

"We also took the precautions of making this device extremely durable," Scarlett added. "Water-proof along with fire and heat resistance. I also installed a manual reversal switch for voluntary changing." Dean simply had a blank look. "She put an on/off button in case you wanted to revert to your mutated form in a pinch," Cameron clarified, "Like if you're free-falling from the sky and needed to fly. Well, try it on, Dean." Dean took the collar and put it around his neck. He was surrounded by a subtle green glow for a second. He looked down at himself and saw that he had his normal look, with the exception of some torn clothing. "It worked!" Dean exclaimed with absolute joy. "It worked! I'm back to normal!" He gave Cameron and Scarlett a big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Are you sure about this, Dean?" Paul asked with some concern.

"Isn't this better for Dean's well-being?" Cameron inquired as the worker ran back towards the cabin.

"I'm not sure. It just feels like there's something still off about all of this."

"It's been proven that paranoia has been detrimental to a person's well-being," Scarlett told Paul as he brought Cameron closer. "I suggest you dismiss that line of thinking." The duo walked off, leaving Paul with a skeptical look.

Confessional: Scarlett (Frogs of Death)

"That was too close. Paul almost seems too smart for his own good, but I doubt he'd be an immediate threat. His intuition was accurate, though. I installed a feature that the boys are unaware of." She held up a remote. "A simple press of the button and Dean will be forcibly changed back to his mutated form. I'll save this feature for an emergency. If I use it too soon, Paul will immediately point the finger at me and I'll get eliminated. This next phase of the game needs more tact if I am to advance to the finale."

End Confessional

At the crack of dawn, the Gophers and Frogs were waking up in the spa hotel to a wondrous smell. "FOOD!" Owen exclaimed with sheer joy.

"If that big glutton comes into my kitchen," Sol warned with a steel-laced tone, "He'll be leaving without his hands!"

"I'd listen if I were you, buddy," Nikki advised while leaving the girls' bedroom with Helga. "He'll hex ya if he doesn't chop you up with his cleaver first." The trio heard a loud KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK coming from another area. "Will you keep it down?!" Valerie shouted as she laid in her bed. "I need my beauty sleep!" Gwen looked out to see Zoey hammering a wooden sign across a door. "What are you even doing at this hour?" the goth yawned.

"Oh, good morning, Gwen," Zoey greeted. "Sorry if it's a little noisy. Sky wanted some time to herself, so I suggested the library. And to make sure she gets her alone time, well, the sign. 'Do Not Disturb'. To make sure no one decides to open it by mistake or something."

"Uh...okay..."

"So, um, wanna get breakfast? I think Sol's making some tasty hash browns. Oh, and we can talk about other stuff, too, like guys or friends or-"

"Zoey, just zip it and let's walk to breakfast in quiet." Gwen marched off, with Zoey quietly following her lead as she hung her head down.

Confessional: Gwen (Screaming Gophers)

"I don't think I've seen someone more desperate for companionship. Even Carly acted less needy than Zoey did. But after all the drama surrounding her, can you really blame her?"

End Confessional

Inside the library, Sky was slumped over in a chair as she glanced through a book. She then noticed a small gecko squeezing through the crack at the bottom of the door. "Trent?" she thought as she sat the book down on a table.

"Sorry for the sneak-in," Trent apologized after changing back. "The door was jammed shut. Figured you might wanna talk."

"I...I don't know..."

"I can tell something's bothering you. You're not normally so closed off like this." Sky let out a hefty sigh. "During the mine challenge," she confessed, "I...I revealed myself in front of Dave."

"Revealed?" Trent repeated with surprise. "You mean...?"

"Yes, I mean. But it was in the heat of the moment! I didn't want to do that!"

"Still, he could've learned about it in a worse way...like how Gwen learned of me."

"I know, I know. But now things feel super awkward between us. Well, worse than before."

"Oh. Looks like I'm not the only one dealing with relationship issues."

"No, no, no, Dave and I aren't a thing."

"And I'm the emperor of China. Liking him is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not ashamed of liking Gwen."

"Look, I don't want to deal with it now. Just leave me to do some reading."

"What are you reading?"

"A book that Ella was writing and drawing in before Sugar got her disqualified. I think the stuff here is pretty cute and interesting. Look at this entry." Sky flipped to a page. "Today..." she read off.

...

The scene flashed back to Ella and Ethan looking at the nest Prickles built and the little chicks inside. "My friend Ethan was still feeling depressed over losing a friend last night," Ella narrated, "So I thought a visit to Prickles and her chicks might cheer him up. We learned that the little birdies were going to learn to fly. I tried to help out..." Ella tried flapping her arms as she leaped ahead, but ended up plummeting to the ground. "Until I realized that a better teacher might be someone who can ACTUALLY fly." She looked up to see one of the chicks fly down to her. "But one of the chicks flew down to check up on me, so I guess I helped a little." Ethan hopped down and helped Ella to her feet. "And Ethan helped with the first aid by cleaning the bruises and making sure the chicks didn't poke me with their prickles. It was still a very fun time we had."

...

"Aw, how sweet," Trent gushed as Sky closed the book. "Man, we could really use that kind of spirit around here again."

"I have to agree with that," Sky sadly replied. "Even if she wasn't as game-focused as most of us, she still managed to bring the sunshine during the stormy times. Same goes for Ethan and Phoebe. They shouldn't have been cheated out like that." The duo heard a knock at the door. "You'd better get breakfast while it's hot," Sierra called out from outside. "Sol evens said he got some extra-rare steak for your little friend in there."

"How did you know I was visiting Sky?" Trent asked.

"Because you just told me, silly! Come on!"

"Guess we better be sure we get a good meal before the first merge challenge," Sky decided as she stood up and held out a hand. "I wish you good luck."

"Same to you," Trent replied as he shook her hand. The duo opened the door and walked down the hall, where most of the Frogs and Gophers were sitting at the kitchen table. "Glad you can finally join us," Bryan greeted.

"We should have been eating sooner," Helga grumbled.

"Helga, eating without everyone present would be rude."

"I kept something hot for everyone," Sol assured the group as he passed them a plate of breakfast. "Sky, yours is without any eggs."

"Thank you," Sky replied as she and Trent sat down.

"You must have a lot of guts to sit next to him," Heather sneered.

"Why do you say it like that?" Helen asked.

"Watch it, Queenie," Sol warned Heather. "Trent's not our biggest issue."

"He tried to turn Gwen into an appetizer," Valerie argued, making Trent sink down in his seat.

"Which was all set up by Echo," Sky pointed out. "I swear if I see her again..."

"Yikes," Zee commented between sips of orange soda. "Honestly, I don't get what all the fuss is about."

"We're living with an actual vampire," Leshawna told him. "Doesn't that unnerve you even a bit?"

"You are asking him?" Helga thought. "Soda Man's mind is not in same world as ours."

"Dawn and Sol have been in touch with this kind of stuff since day one," Zoey added. "It's not really that different...right?"

"Girl makes a point," Helen agreed. "Trent never snapped until then, and even then, it was because of Echo meddling her evil nose in. Right, dude?" She noticed Trent simply poking his fork at a very-rare steak he had on his plate. "Zee's right in saying this stuff shouldn't be getting on anyone's nerves at this point," Sol put in. "Some stuff was admittedly pretty bad. I still haven't forgotten what my screwed-up sister did with summoning the demons of sin."

"All this talk about the paranormal is completely unfounded," Scarlett scoffed as she cut through a filet of fish. "What happened here must have a simpler explanation. Hmm, good tilapia."

"Really?" Lacey questioned with a perplexed look. "I get you're more of a science geek than the rest of us and that we're walking on a literal biohazard, but how can your science explain Trent being a vampire?"

"Or Luna summoning demons from the ground?" Sol asked.

"Or Dawn being able to teleport anywhere and vanish without a trace?" Zoey thought.

"Or the time Luna and Julia teamed up to turn everyone into animals?" Bryan added.

"Or Shane being able to shoot different kind of flames after becoming a humanoid snake?" Lacey finished.

"Those must be the effects of the radiation," Scarlett explained as she adjusted her glasses. "What's so different about Shane to Dean?"

"Ella said she saw him get hurt in the Underworld," Sky pointed out.

"Excuse me if I don't believe the words of the girl who insists she's in a Disney film."

"Scarlett," Cameron advised with a hushed tone and a slight nudge.

"Besides, the face-off between the 'demons' was obviously simulated by Chris's machine. Trent might've suffered a mental breakdown out of the combined effects of stress and air pollution-"

"Yeah?" Valerie argued. "Well, what about Super Lamer's weird mutt? It's not like any dog species we've seen."

"Mutations."

"I don't know what's real anymore," Nikki groaned as she clutched her head.

"Science, magic, technology, I don't care what it is," Lacey scoffed.

"Well, I think you Gophers should do something about him," Valerie scoffed as she pointed to Trent. "He's your issue."

"He's not a threat."

"Thank you?" Trent replied with uncertainty.

"Not a threat?!" Jasmine argued as she slammed her hands on the table. "He's a literal blood-sucker!"

"It's not like I get some sick kick off of it! It's only because of necessity. If I could go without it, I would."

"Which clearly is not the case," Gwen grumbled. Trent could only look down at his plate again. "No worries, dude," Helen assured him. "We won't boot you over something you can't really control."

"And he's not a bad guy," Sol added. "If he really was, the VC would be on his ass faster than you can say 'Bram Stoker'."

"The what?"

"The Vampire Counsel. They're pretty strict about the rules that all vampires must follow, such as not drinking human blood unless under VERY narrow exceptions, such as with Trent's case. They make sure all the bad weeds are swiftly uprooted and the others can function well in society."

"Um, can we possibly change the subject?" Trent nervously asked. "I don't feel comfortable talking about this right now."

"I just noticed something," Sky realized. "Where's Jo?"

"I think she went out for a jog," Bryan thought as he stood up. "I'll go find her...if you guys don't mind."

"Please do. I'd rather she be kept an eye on given how ruthless she can be...just like another at this table."

"Agreed," Sol replied. "The sooner Jasmine is kicked back to where she came from, the better."

"Me?" Jasmine protested. "You can't get rid of me! You'll be hopeless without me!"

"You left us to DIE inside a radioactive mine!" Leshawna shouted. "What kind of sicko does that?!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna...you know," Bryan meekly spoke up. He ran out of the kitchen and out of the hotel. "Too perfect," Bryan chuckled to himself before walking off. "Now to check on Sergeant Nasty." Over on the campgrounds, Jo was jogging at a good pace when she noticed something that caught her eye by the campfire. "Looks like those nerds left all their school supplies behind," she teased as she walked over. She then took a closer look at the papers. "Wait a second...these are the votes from the Frogs' last elimination. So they were tampered with! Hmm..." She then got a smirk on her face. "But no one knows the culprit. I'll make sure they know." She tucked the paper out of sight and started jogging towards the cabins. "All according to plan," Bryan noted as he hid inside a bush.

Confessional: Bryan (Screaming Gophers)

"Hanging onto those votes only risks getting caught, and clearly you can't risk destroying them, as I learned with Echo and the notebook incident. So, I left them at the campfire once I made sure no one was watching me and requested that Jo take a morning run along where the papers were. I know she's not stupid. She'll try to exploit the situation for her own gain. She either puts the blame on someone innocent or gets caught in the act. It's a win either way."

End Confessional

Inside the secret base, Greg was busy tinkering with a device as he watched his wall of cameras. "There we go," he muttered as he polished the metallic spider. "Now to test you out." He pressed a switch, and the spider produced a thin metallic web and used it to snatch a wrench off a table. "Range of grabbing: 13 meters. Maximum weight Spider Snatcher can grab: approximately between 0.5 to 1 kilograms. Perfect in case an immunity idol is far out of reach." He noticed one of the monitors beeping. "Huh? What's happening at the cabins? Better zoom in." He pressed a button and the camera zoomed in on the cabin, where Jo was sneaking inside. She then placed the papers underneath Sky's pillow. "Are those-?" Greg thought. "The votes that rigged Phoebe out!"

"Oh, Sky," Jo taunted with a laugh as she started heading heading back, "How could you?"

"Framing my former teammate for sabotage? Not on my watch, Jo. I'll keep Sky out of the crosshairs...and reveal the true villain in our group."

"Man, that crap Chef made really sucked," Keith complained as he wiped off his tongue as he and the other Bears left the main lodge. "I wouldn't eat that gunk if it was the last thing on Earth!" Barry whimpered and then stuck out his tongue. "You know the food's bad if the mutt won't eat it," Shawn joked.

"I can still taste that fishy aftertaste," Alejandro groaned.

"Speaking of fishy," Tyler spoke up, "Its pretty much agreed that someone messed with Phoebe's chances at winning. That was so wrong!"

"I wish we knew who pulled it off," Shawn muttered.

"Hmm, perhaps the culprit left some evidence around here," Alejandro reasoned. "How about we organize a search party?"

"What are you Confused Dolts talking about now?" Jo scoffed as she approached the Bear boys.

"Thinking of searching for evidence of what exactly happened to Phoebe," Dave replied. "Why do you want to know?"

"Wow. Guess you Bears aren't as dumb as you look. Maybe start in the cabin for your little search rally."

"Not a bad idea," Alejandro told Jo, unaware that Greg was slipping out of the Bear cabin. "You and Dave can grab the girls to search the Frog cabin. Tyler, Shawn, Keith and I will take the Bear cabin." A moment later, Jo, Dave, Millie and Carly entered the Frog cabin. "Are you sure you want me in this little group?" Dave asked. "A guy entering the girls' side of the cabin?"

"Which is why you'll get KO'd if you touch the drawer where we keep our panties at," Jo warned. "Get searching."

"I'm not seeing anything in the wastebasket," Carly noted.

"Nothing in the drawers, either," Millie sighed. Jo lifted the pillow up on Sky's bed. "What?" she gasped when she saw that there was nothing there. "Impossible."

"Of course searching Sky's stuff is impossible," Dave scolded. "She's one of the most fairest competitors left in the game, unlike some others."

"I'm not sure if the person behind it was even here," Millie informed the group. "Either the culprit isn't a member of the Frogs of Death or it's a Frogs of Death member who knows how to cover their tracks."

"So...basically zero progress. Wonder if the guys are having any luck."

"My bunk's clean," Shawn told Tyler, Alejandro and Keith after lifting up his mattress. "Tyler, check yours next."

"Why bother with our own bunks?" Alejandro thought. "We all know we are innocent of this heinous crime."

"Just checking our bases. Who knows, one of us may have done it sleepwalking or something."

"Sleepwalking?" Keith asked. "Are you even hearing yourself?" He noticed Barry barking as the chupacabra nudged at a bunk with papers sticking out slightly. Keith pulled out the papers, glanced at them, then bawled them up with a hefty scowl. "The rigged votes against Phoebe!" he angrily shouted as he slammed the papers down and faced the others. "Under ALEJANDRO'S BUNK!"

"Al?!" Tyler and Shawn gasped in shock.

"Me?" Alejandro nervously put in, just as shocked as the others. Back at the secret lair, Greg simply had a subtle laugh. "Anything you villains can throw," he boasted, "I can hit back with even more force." He switched off the monitors. "Let's see you try to talk your way out of this one, Al."

"Hold on, everyone," Alejandro advised as Tyler barely held the furious Keith back. "Surely this cannot be true. Why would I hide the evidence under my mattress and then suggest searching the cabin? It makes no logical sense."

"Neither did baiting Destiny into attacking you," Keith argued, "Yet that was your plan to get her cut, wasn't it?! Same with tossing Barry into a chest and dunking him in the lake!"

"I did no such thing." Barry simply snarled as he inched towards the Spaniard. "Dude, come on," Tyler defended. "Al wouldn't do such a thing. Someone's setting him up! Shawn, help me." Shawn simply had a blank stare on his face. He then picked up Barry, dragged Keith by the arm and headed outside, but not before slamming the door shut. "Ah, I'm glad he still holds onto reason," Alejandro sighed. He attempted to leave but found that the door was jammed shut. "Shawn? Shawn! Me and Tyler are stuck." Outside, a large boulder was blocking the door. "Utterly destroy him," Shawn ordered in a whisper to Keith and Barry.

Confessional: Keith (Confused Bears)

"So Al was behind this?! Why didn't I realize it sooner? I warned that bastard that messing with Phoebe meant hell from me, and that's just what he's gonna get!"

Confessional: Shawn (Confused Bears)

"This proves that Alejandro can no longer be trusted. First thing I should do is make sure he can't worm into Dave or Jasmine's heads. They've been conned before; I don't want it happening again."

End Confessionals

A loud fanfare rang across the island, which woke up the fire beetles, with the younger one yawning as it clutched a little toy ant. "Sounds like things are getting festive," Geoff noted as he peeked his head outside the main lodge as he heard the fanfare.

"Good morning, campers!" Chris shouted over the loudspeakers. "Report to the amphitheater for a special announcement." Later, most of the campers were sitting on the bleachers. "Thank goodness Tyler and I got out of the cabin before we were late," Alejandro breathed out.

"Yeah," Tyler moaned. "I can't believe Keith would go as far as to trap us in his own cabin!"

"Why would he do such a thing" Millie thought.

"Do not blame him entirely," Alejandro defended. "He is being misled by this heinous force. Someone framed me as the culprit."

"Oh, that's awful!" Carly gasped. "Why frame you?"

"I don't know. It's boggling my mind."

"Al was framed?" Dave thought as he overheard the conversation.

"Framed, my butt," Shawn grumbled as he pulled the germaphobe closer. "Word of advice: don't trust anything he says."

"What? Why?" Dave blinked and saw Dean nervously approach the group, followed by Paul. "Paul, everyone's staring," Dean whispered.

"Wow," Jo commented. "You're not a complete freakazoid anymore."

"He's not a freak!" Carly protested. "He's a charmer."

"Me?" Dean bashfully thought as his cheeks heated up. "Well...I wouldn't really say that..." He happily sat next to Carly. "Thanks," he whispered to Scarlett and Cameron.

"Alright, campers!" Chris announced as he and Chef walked up to the stage. "You've dealt with daredevil cliff dives, greasy pig relays, caves of treachery and many more dangerous stunts. After all you've endured so far, 41 of you remain for the next phase of this competition. Like I said yesterday, the last challenge was the final four-team event."

"The merge!" Helen exclaimed. "WHOO!"

"No, NOT the merge. Today, the four teams are dissolved and will form two new teams. Here's how they'll form. I'll select two people as team captain, who will each choose a player to join their team. The selected player will choose the next player and so on."

"And who will these captains be?" Lacey inquired. Chris motioned to Chef, who fired a starting pistol into the air. Two purple blobs soon fell onto Gwen and Scott. "Gwen and Scott," Chris announced, "You're our captains."

"Leeches?" Scott groaned as he shook the purple parasites off his arms. "Why did you have to cover us with leeches?"

"It's Chris," Lacey scoffed. "What did you expect?"

"Gwen," Chris instructed, "Pick out the first member of your team."

"Oh, she's gotta pick you, Trent," Carly whispered to him.

"I doubt it," Trent sighed. "She was still mad at breakfast."

"Come on. She can't still be mad."

"Tick tock, Gwen," Chris told her with impatience.

"Uh..." Gwen thought, "I don't know...Duncan?"

"Yep, she's still mad," Carly squeaked out.

"Scott, onto you," Chris announced. "Who's your choice? Take your time deciding. No rush."

"Zoey," Scott replied without hesitation. Zoey squealed with joy as she hopped out of her seat and ran over to Scott, accidentally knocking him over. "You didn't have to get that excited," Scott groaned from underneath her.

Confessional: Zoey

"I couldn't help it. I've never got picked first for anything before. I'm glad Scott still trusts me."

Confessional: Scott

"Not entirely sure about choosing a former Toxic Rat. Even Bowie or Sam might leak the scheming I've done earlier to the team. Best to start from scratch with a new team, and Zoey's the only non-Rat I can rely on."

End Confessionals

"Duncan, it's your turn," Chris said. "Pick a team member."

"I think I'll go with Lacey," Duncan decided. "Team needs brawn."

"Good choice," Lacey replied with a fist bump. She then took a glance at Zoey, who simply had a dejected look when she noticed her gaze. "Can't win 'em all, Lace," Duncan assured her with a sympathetic look.

"Zoey, you're up," Chris announced. "Pick a team member."

"I hope she's not gonna-" Scott muttered.

"Mike," Zoey answered.

"Of course." Scott winced as Mike stepped on his foot as he walked over. "Oops," Mike halfheartedly told him. "Sorry."

"Guess I'm next," Lacey noted. "Hmm...DJ."

"Alright," DJ happily told her as he gave her a warm hug. "Bring it in."

"My turn," Mike declared, "And since I want someone I can trust, I choose Paul."

"Nice one," Paul replied as he gave him a high-five. "Hey, Zoey. Scott."

"Definitely not the worst choice you could've picked," Scott admitted.

"Next up is DJ," Chris announced. "Who's your choice?"

"I think I'll pick...Harold," DJ decided.

"Wise choice," Harold boasted as he walked over.

"That dork?" Duncan taunted. "Are you serious, DJ?"

"At least I'm not a two-timer, Dud-can."

"Both of you better learn to play nice or I'll kick both of you onto the loser boat myself," Lacey warned as she brought the duo close to her.

"Thank you, Lacey," DJ breathed out.

"I'm next, right?" Paul thought. "Uh, let's see...I choose Dean."

"Oh, great," Heather scoffed. "Dean-zilla as a team member? That'll turn out great."

"Oh, yes, it will be great." Heather just scowled in response. "Harold," Chris continued, "Who do you pick?"

"Leshawna," Harold said with a slight sigh.

"Whoo!" Leshawna cheered as she gave Gwen a high-five. "Was wondering when I'd come here. The girls are back in town!"

"Glad to see you, too," Gwen told her with a slight smile.

"Let me guess," Paul whispered to Dean, "Carly?"

"I-I-I'm not sure," Dean stammered. "I just...I'd rather be safe than sorry, okay?"

"I guess I can understand that, but you gotta pick someone."

"Let's stick with our old team. Someone trustworthy...I'll choose Greg."

"Wise decision, gentlemen," Greg answered as he stood between them. "I'm sure my brain will be most valuable to you two."

"Yeah, thanks," Paul blandly said.

Confessional: Paul

"Dean, why our old team? After the Destiny and Ethan votes, it became impossible to tell who's left to trust. If I was forced to choose someone, Greg would NOT be it. He now has this 'vendetta' with Al over it and started becoming worse, blaming him for everything that goes terribly wrong. I heard about the vote incident from this morning and I wouldn't be surprised if Greg planted that evidence."

Confessional: Dean

"Why Greg? Well, the guy wasn't exaggerating that brain of his. His strategies kept us out of the fire four out of five times, like with the dodgeball challenge. Plus, if the bad guys like Heather or Jo or Valerie try something, he'll be the first to sniff it out and plan a countermeasure."

End Confessionals

"Your loss, Dean," Leshawna teased. "Carly's mine!"

"Hi again, guys," Carly greeted as she walked over to the team. "DJ, Harold, Duncan, hope we can get along well."

"Glad to hear it," DJ replied.

"Yeah, how touching," Chris blandly told them. "Greg, your pick."

"I select Nicole," Greg stated.

"Rapper Girl?" Keith complained as Nikki joined Greg's side. "Dude, I am right here in front of you."

"And now you will go over there. March!" Greg pushed Keith away from the team.

Confessional: Greg

"Picking Keith immediately was tempting, but that would also make my plans more well-known. Picking someone with a clear hatred of Al sends the message that I'm gunning for him no matter what and I'll end up repeating what happened to Desi. There's another reason I chose Nikki. She has close ties with both Helga and the Brain Trio of the Frogs. I'll soon have an army at my side with Al being none the wiser."

End Confessional

Carly looked between Millie, who was waving her hand in the air, and Trent, who just sat on the benches with a dejected look. "I pick..." Carly thought. "...Trent."

"Really?" Trent thought as he looked up. "You mean it?"

"Of course, buddy." Trent walked over towards the team, though he noticed the glares of Duncan, Harold and Gwen. "Yeah," Millie noted with a sad tone, "Buddy."

Confessional: Millie

"Why? Just... Hang on, Millie. Try to think rationally. Carly has been on the Gophers longer than the Bears, so she would drift towards the Gophers more. Still hurts, though."

Confessional: Carly

"I knew my choice would upset someone, but I felt Trent needed more support at the moment. Oh, I hope she doesn't hate me over the choice!"

End Confessionals

"Helga!" Nikki called out. "Come over here to the team!" Helga shrugged before joining Nikki's side. "I think I'll pick...Millie," Trent decided.

"Whoo-hoo!" Millie cheered as she ran over. She quickly gave Carly a hug. "Figured after helping me a whole bunch," Trent whispered to Carly, "Having your new friend be on the same team as you is the least I can do for you."

"Sounds like the bonds are pretty strong," Nikki thought. "Wonder who's next. Uh, Helga?" She quickly moved out of the way as Helen was tossed onto the team. "My pick," Helga stated.

"Yay," Helen muffled as she laid on the ground.

"My pick will be Sam," Millie said.

"Player selected," Sam joked in a robotic tone as he marched towards the team. "Proceeding with setting up game quests." He chuckled afterwards, much to the confusion of Gwen's team. Meanwhile, Helen was looking at the remaining campers. Bryan gave a friendly wave towards her, but then she glanced over to Nikki. "Uh...Sierra," Helen nervously decided.

"Wh-what?" Bryan stammered in surprise.

Confessional: Helen

"I just wasn't sure, okay?! With everything Bryan told me with Nikki and...maybe she'll cool down if she had a familiar face around. I don't know, alright?"

Confessional: Sierra

She squealed with delight. "I get to see Nikken form up close! How exciting! I bet some more couples will form, too."

End Confessionals

"Sam, you're up," Chris told him. "Choose a camper."

"Owen seems like a fun guy," Sam shrugged. "I'll choose him."

"Awesome to be here, man," Owen giggled as he held Sam and Millie in a tight hug. "WHOO! Par-tay!"

"I pick Camby!" Sierra exclaimed as she hopped up and down.

"Bryan, dude. Welcome aboard!"

"Um, thanks," Bryan meekly replied. "Wonder who Cameron will pick."

"I select Scarlett," Cameron stated.

"Looks like the trio are still connected," Scott muttered to Zoey. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Um, I think I'll pick Lindsay," Bryan decided.

"Yay!" Lindsay cheered as she skipped over. "Thanks, Ryan!"

"It's Bryan, with a 'b', like in the color blue." Scarlett looked over at the remaining campers. "We might want to secure more physically-inclined competitors to weaken the opponents' chance of winning," she reasoned. "Ergo, the best option to select...Jo."

"Jo?" Cameron gasped. "But she-"

"Already have it figured out. Don't worry."

Confessional: Scarlett

"Jo already has low social game, so she'll automatically become a target if the new team loses a challenge. I, on the other hand, have connections to my alliance, Nikki and now Dean. Safety is all but secured."

End Confessional

"Looks like it's my time to shine, guys," Tyler told Dave, Shawn and Alejandro. "Sorry if we're not on the same team any more." He started strutting down the steps until he tripped, stumbling towards the bottom. "Heather!" Lindsay called out. "Heather! Over here!"

"Better luck next time," Heather told Tyler in a teasing manner as she walked past him.

"But what about who Jo will pick?" Cameron whispered to Scarlett. "It could be just as bad or worse than her."

"Outback," Jo said.

"Jasmine?!" Sol protested. "Are you kidding me?!"

"Can you pick Tyler next?" Lindsay pleaded to Heather. "Please?"

"Zip it," Heather ordered. "I am trying to think here." She looked over to one person and smirked.

Confessional: Heather

"I've already got alliances, but what better to help my game than the perfect shield? Given who my teammates are, I need something to divert votes away from myself."

End Confessional

"Courtney," Heather decided, earning gasps from most of the former Rats and even a few former Gophers. Courtney simply had a smile before walking over. "Isn't anybody going to greet me?" she demanded. Duncan replied with a middle finger while nearly everyone else frowned. "Unbelievable!" Courtney scoffed. Meanwhile, Jasmine was looking over her options. "Me, me!" Shawn exclaimed as he waved his hand in the air. However, Jasmine's scowl was enough to make him shrink in his seat. "Valerie," she soon decided.

"That bitch?" Paul complained as Valerie joined the team. "Did you get a concussion in the mine?"

"She has enough smarts to know that I'm valuable to a team," Valerie bragged with a flick of her hair.

"What, like termites at a log cabin?"

"Watch it, Grease Hands. I have the power to make YOU the first one gone."

"I could easily say the same about you, filthy little fox." The duo snarled at each other as they started each other down, with Zoey and Scott having to separate the duo. "Loving the hostility here," Chris chuckled. "Courtney, your pick."

"I choose Geoff," Courtney stated. "After all, I wouldn't want him on the same team as a challenge-thrower that got his girlfriend eliminated."

"For the last time," Scott protested, "I didn't set Surfer Girl up!"

"I think that was Echo that did that," Bryan thought. "Good riddance."

Confessional: Courtney

"Doesn't matter who. Geoff's not the logical type. But I'll use his anger to make sure that Scott won't win the challenges and get him sent away."

End Confessional

"Sky, sweetie!" Valerie called out. "Over here!"

"Those two pals?" Paul muttered with disdain as Sky joined the team. "I don't believe it."

"You're not the only one bothered by it," Zoey whispered back.

"I pick Zee," Geoff said.

"Yeah!" Zee cheered. "Pick me for what?" Sky was looking at the remaining campers. Her eyes drifted towards Dave, making her wince a bit and him shrink down a bit. She then looked over to Keith, who was busy petting Barry. "Hurry it up, Sky," Chris ordered.

"Fine," Sky replied. "I'm probably shooting myself in the foot choosing him, but..." She sighed. "Keith."

"Come again?" Keith thought with confusion. Barry squirmed out of his lap and ran over to the team. The chupacabra sniffed at the teens' feet. "The, um, dog come included?" Scott asked.

"It's not a dog!" Austin shouted from the bleachers.

"Got a problem with that?" Keith demanded as he stared the dirt farmer down.

"No, no!" Scott nervously assured him. "Just didn't want him taking me off-guard, heh-heh."

"I don't mind," Paul shrugged as Barry curled up by his feet. "He's nice and usually calm...at least, if he likes you."

"Just keep him on the boys' side of the cabin," Valerie noted with disdain.

"Who are you picking, Zee?" Lacey asked him. "Anybody look good?"

"Doesn't everybody look good?" Zee thought.

"Yeah," Duncan shrugged, "But that cowboy looks especially great today, don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah. Hey, uh, what's your name again, cowboy?"

"Austin," Austin replied, "And it'll be a cold day in hell before I'm getting on another team with Bitch-ney!" Chef simply picked him up by his jeans and tossed him towards Gwen's team, making the cowboy skid into the dirt.

Confessional: Duncan

"Hey, we need all the votes we can against Courtney. Considering Austin hated her the longest and even abandoned his ally Julia over it, it's safe to say he's a sure vote."

End Confessional

"Your turn to choose someone, Keith," Chris instructed.

"Alejandro," Keith answered with a sinister smile. Alejandro looked over at the team, most notably with Greg, who simply had a strong poker face.

Confessional: Keith

"Like the old saying goes, 'Keep your allies close and your mortal enemies closer'."

Confessional: Alejandro

"Hmm, seems that Greg engineered the creation of the entire team once he was selected, making sure I was on the outskirts. But I think I can turn things around soon enough. Scott and Jo will likely be desperate for allies, and I can play up the more gullible members."

End Confessionals

"I guess I'll pick Bowie," Austin sighed.

"You chose well," Bowie told him as he walked over.

"I shall select Shawn," Alejandro decided. "Your strengths are invaluable."

"Gee, thanks," Shawn sarcastically whipped.

Confessional: Shawn

"He only picked me because he wanted to butter up to me after the vote incident. I'm not gonna fall for it. If everyone on the team is smart, they'll vote him out first. Hopefully."

End Confessional

"Bottom of the barrel, Bowie," Chris told him.

"Guess I'll go with the germaphobe," Bowie decided.

"What?!" Shawn protested. "Dude, he was MY choice!"

"I know. All the more reason to select him." Dave had a sad expression as he walked to Gwen's team. "Damn it," Shawn grumbled.

"You've got the final choice, Shawn," Chris announced. "Whoever you don't pick goes to the other team."

"Tyler, I guess."

"BOO-YAH!" Tyler exclaimed. "Yeah! Taking it to the EXTREME!"

"Rub it in, why don't you?" Sol scoffed.

Confessional: Sol

"Me, the last pick? Over Jasmine?! And Valerie?! And Jo?! Well, at least I won't have to deal with their bitchiness 24/7."

End Confessional

"Scott," Chris announced as he tossed an orange flag to him, "Your new team name is...the Mutant Maggots!"

"Maggots!" Courtney taunted with a laugh.

"And Gwen, your new team name is...the Slippery Skunks!" Chris tossed her a blue flag, which unfurled to show an unbalanced skunk. "How appropriate," Gwen snarked.

"Now we'll get onto today's challenge. But first, did you guys enjoy breakfast?"

"That fish gunk?" Sam asked. "Not really, no."

"Did you taint the food again?" Millie inquired with a suspicious look.

"Of course not," Chris innocently replied. "It'll actually help you today. Quick question: what does eating fish provide?"

"Um, gills?" Helen guessed. A few campers laughed at her response, including Nikki. "Yeah, very funny," Chris blandly said. "But fish provides large amounts of Omega 3, which helps the brain, which you dumb-dumbs will definitely need."

"An academic challenge?" Cameron gasped with excitement. "Hooray! I've been wanting a challenge like this!"

"One that adheres to our strengths," Scarlett noted with a confident smile. "Perfect."

"So what exactly will we need to do?" Bowie asked the host.

"You will have four sections to go through for your academic tests," Chef explained as he pulled up a billboard with a map on it. "Each part has a different area of expertise and someone to watch over it, and you cannot advance until you complete the objective. First section I call Biology Boulevard, and I even pulled a few strings for a special guest to host it. Next comes Mathletes' Marathon. The third section is the Geography Hopscotch and last comes Puzzling Pastures."

"First team to complete all four areas wins immunity and graduates to the spa hotel," Chris announced. "Losers will have one of their own flunk out of the game."

"Are the school jokes necessary?" Dave scoffed.

"I think so. Now, off to the first course." The two teams rushed over to the area. A moment later, they were gathered at Biology Boulevard, where Chris was standing on a tall platform and some crates and boxes were set up. "What's with the huge boxes and pens?" Shawn asked with concern.

"Welcome to Biology Boulevard," Chris announced. "And for our special guest, here she is. Hailing from a family of esteemed scientists, biologists and zoologists, with colleges requesting they have her attend at just seventeen years of age with many studies behind her back, Marceline Bellweather!" A young girl with long black hair, a simple white dress with colorful stains on it, purple butterfly sunglasses concealing her eyes, a purple bootie on her right foot and a red bootie on her left walked over, with a basset hound leading the way before the duo stopped. "The Marcy Bellweather?" Millie gasped. "Wow! Such an honor! My mom and I read your report of different insect civilizations, and it was incredible!"

"Thank you," Marcy replied with a nod. "Glad to be recognized for such feats."

"I'd figured you'd be recognized as a fashion disaster," Valerie scoffed. "You don't even have matching shoes."

"Never bothered by such details. Also, I believe your friend is shaking a bit?"

"You mean Helga?" Nikki thought as she led the fearful Siberian away from the basset hound by Marcy's feet. "Yeah, she's just not good with pooches. Uh, why the weird vest on it?"

"It's a seeing eye dog," Keith explained. "They wear those vests to be recognized as such. I know because a boxing buddy of mine has one. Aren't they usually labs or golden retrievers?"

"Any dog can become one with the right training," Marcy explained, "Such as Gravy here. And don't worry about your dog pestering him. He's been trained to deal with other dogs." Barry walked over to Gravy and yapped a few times. Gravy let out a deep "WOOF!" and laid down, with Barry calmly laying down next to him. "Seems they'll be okay," Marcy noted with a slight chuckle, "But enough idle talk for now. Your first task is simple. There are five pens across from you. You must put two animals of each group in each pen, organized by mammals, fish, reptiles, birds and insects."

"Sounds simple," DJ shrugged.

"However, you must put in the animals off this list I am passing out. When the two correct animals of each group are in the pen, the light will turn green. Oh, and the list has different animals, so you won't copy off each other."

"But this is just gibberish!" Heather complained as she held up the Skunks' list. "What is this, Yiddish?"

"It's the scientific name of each creature, which is in Latin," Marcy explained. "The host mentioned this to be challenging, correct?"

"That explains it," Carly groaned. Marcy and Gravy walked over and Marcy undid the two pens, revealing an array of different animals. "Begin," she instructed. "And be careful. Pretty sure some species are venomous or fairly threatening."

"I can tell," Dave gulped as he backed away from a cougar.

"Let's see..." Bowie thought as he glanced over the list. "Electrophorus electricus and ameiurus melas... Well, the first one sounds like it belongs to an electric eel."

"I see a tank with an eel," Sam noted. "I've got it." He started carrying the electric eel tank over. "Okay, geniuses," Jo remarked to Scarlett and Cameron, "Since you claim to be so smart-"

"Helen should take chamaeleo chamaeleon, the common chameleon," Scarlett stated as she read off the list. "Ursus maritimus is the polar bear. That should be Helga's job."

"There's also a boa constrictor to get," Cameron noted. "It's the same with the scientific name. Who can handle a snake?"

"I've dealt with Melody's snake friend Strangle," Paul volunteered. "Leave that one to me."

"Okay. Hey, Zoey, I bet you can handle the other mammal, hydrochoerus hydrochaeris. Capybaras are usually tame."

"Not to mention cute," Zoey gushed. "Those videos of them diving into the water are just so AWWW!"

"Looks like we luck out with the tame stuff," Valerie boasted.

"Not entirely," Scarlett corrected. "We have the larvae of hylesia nigricans here. And vespa mandarinia, as well."

"Some worthless bugs?" Jo scoffed.

"The former is known as the burning bug," Cameron clarified. "And the latter is the Asian giant hornet, the deadliest hornet species on the planet. Make sure they don't leave their containers."

"That one sounds like an insect buff," Marcy told Chris as the duo sat at a table. "And he is correct. Vespa mandarina is a very dangerous insect. The other team's insects aren't too much better."

"Which insect was ours again?" Carly asked as she looked where the insect containers were. "I see termites, bees, butterflies, scorpions..."

"Chris probably wants the most dangerous ones," Heather reasoned. "Grab the scorpion and bee boxes." Bryan and Austin carried the two containers to their insect pen. "It's not turning green," Bryan noted. "We got the wrong bugs."

"Of course not," Marcy told them. "Everyone knows insects have six legs. Too many for the scorpion to count. Why include them, McLean?"

"Why not?" Chris replied with a grin. The group heard Lindsay screaming as she ran over, covered head to toe in ants. "They're biting me!" she shrieked in pain. She tripped and fell into the insect pen for the Skunks, lighting up one green light. "Stay there, Lindsay!" Carly advised. "I'll get a first aid kit for those ant bites!"

"Good call," Cameron observed as Carly ran off. "They got paraponera clavata, bullet ants."

"Aren't their bites incredibly painful?" Greg thought.

"Yeah, they are." Cameron looked over to see the lights for the mammal and insect pens turn green. "Awesome, guys!" Paul cheered as he carried a large boat constrictor over. "Hey, wasn't Helen supposed to carry that chameleon over here?"

"Yo, Helen!" Nikki called out as she walked over to the pen of animals. "The reptile pen!"

"Oh, sorry," Helen said as she carried a chameleon on her head. "I was just having fun with Ninja here."

"You named that thing?" The chameleon changed color to match Helen's mohawk. "I didn't teach him that," the rocker quickly told the surprised Nikki.

Confessional: Helen (Mutant Maggots)

"I always wanted a pet lizard of my own, but my folks always say they're too much trouble to handle and that they got diseases and such. But it'd still be cooler than a cat or a bird or a fish. Lizards can handle my rock a lot better."

End Confessional

"The Maggots are halfway done already," Courtney groaned, "And we only got one or two right! Hurry it up!"

"May I see the list, Bowie?" Harold requested. "I might be able to decipher it." Bowie passed him the Skunks' animal list. "Oh, they got ornithorhynchus anatinus!" Harold exclaimed. "Who will have the grand honor of carrying the platypus?"

"I'll get it," Sol spoke up. He picked up the platypus from the pen and started carrying it to the mammal pen. "Hey, quit squirming! OW! It kicked me in the arm!"

"The defensive mechanism of the platypus will kick in very soon," Marcy explained as she stroked Gravy. "Luckily, their venom isn't lethal."

"Venom?!" Lacey gasped. "Those things have venom?!"

"Located in the hind legs are spurs that have venom for defense. It lasts for a few days if humans are injected with it."

"Now you tell me," Sol moaned as he slumped down to the ground.

"Carly, bring that first aid kit to Sol once you're done with Lindsay," Lacey instructed. "Harold, keep listing off the animals we need. We can't afford to fall behind."

"I'll get the reptiles," Trent volunteered.

"What, to eat them?" Heather scoffed.

"No! I can lead them to the pen by mimicking one of them. That way, they won't fight and attack us."

"Good thinking," Lacey agreed. "Harold?"

"We have cheldra serpentina and cyclura cornuta for reptiles," Harold informed the duo. "Trent, can you really mimic a common snapping turtle and rhinoceros iguana?"

"Best start with the iguana," Trent decided. "They're quicker." He changed to an iguana and ran over to the pen, where an iguana was hissing at Dave. However, the iguana noticed Trent and got a lovestruck look. "I think it worked," Lacey noted with an impressed look. Trent was running away from the lovestruck iguana, weaving between the campers' feet until he got close to the Skunks' reptile pen. He jumped away at the last second, letting the iguana rush into the pen and let one of the lights turn green. "Nice work, Trent," Lacey complimented.

"But don't make me do that again," Trent panted after changing back. "I've never seen an iguana so...nutso." He noticed some chirping from the reptile pen. He looked up to see the iguana making a 'Call me' gesture, and all Trent could do was pass out in shock and exhaustion. "Lovesick lizard," Lacey grumbled. "I'll recover the platypus while Duncan deals with the turtle. Harold, help figure out that last fish so Geoff can carry it."

"All that's left is fish and birds," Scarlett recalled. "Sky, the pandion haliaetus carolinensis, or American osprey, will be yours."

"Uh, sure," Sky shrugged. "Jane is into falconry and showed me a few tricks to it. An osprey should work similar to that."

"Oh, let me carry one of the fish!" Sierra squealed.

"You'll get amphiprion ocellaris, the clownfish," Scarlett decided. "Our most aggressive animal left should go to Jo as her strength will handle it."

"About damn time!" Jo shouted. "What, another one of those cassowaries for me to tame?"

"Pygocentrus nattereri is not a bird. It's a fish."

"A lame fish?!"

"I didn't know you considered the red-bellied piranha lame."

"Piranha?!" most of the Maggots gasped. Jo looked inside to see some piranhas jumping out of their tank and nipping their razor-sharp teeth. "Fine," she grumbled before walking towards the tank.

"Got that turtle," Duncan groaned as he placed the turtle in the reptile tank. "Nearly amputated my arm, though."

"And here's Mister Poison Stab himself," Lacey sighed as she placed the platypus into the mammal tank. "Who would've thought they'd be a hassle?"

"I think it's missing something," a bandaged Lindsay thought. "Oh, I know!" She placed a small brown fedora on the platypus's head, with it nodding before ducking back down. "We don't have time to dress it up!" Heather scolded. "What's left?"

"One mammal, both birds, one fish and one insect," Harold noted. "Let's cover the fish and insect next. The one Bowie mentioned earlier is the black bullhead catfish. The insect is goliathus goliatus."

"Goliath beetle?" Millie guessed.

"Yeah. How'd you-?"

"Thought the scientific name might be related to the real name, and I don't think spiders would qualify under insects since scorpions are out. I'll get it." Millie picked up a container with a Goliath beetle just as she saw Sky put the osprey into the pen. "I got a clownfish!" Sierra exclaimed as she ran over with her tank.

"Careful!" Marcy shouted. "Don't break the tank!" Millie and Sierra put their animals in their respective tanks. Austin and DJ had to pull Mike away from the catfish. "Don't you dare think of turning the catfish onto a plate!" Austin shouted.

"Do we need a raccoon?" Zee asked as he held up a squirming raccoon.

"No, Zee," Harold informed him. "Mephitis mephitis is a skunk."

"I GOT IT!" Owen exclaimed. He picked up a sleeping skunk, startling it awake, and ran over to the tank. "Dude, you startled that thing!" Austin gasped. "Are you nuts?!"

"Aw, what a cutie," Owen gushed as he snuggled the startled skunk.

"Let me repeat what your friend said," Marcy explained. "You startled a skunk. Do you know what members of the Mephitidae family are famous for as defense from predation? Foul-smelling musk." Not a moment later, the skunk sprayed Owen, making him smell very, very stinky. He quickly dumped the skunk into the pen for the mammals. "Time for a bath," Owen decided before walking off.

"You can't leave!" Courtney protested. "We're in the middle of a challenge!"

"Do you want the stench of polecat lingering around, huh?" Austin countered. "Quit your whining and get moving!" Jo shouted as the piranhas bit her arms and she quickly flung the fish into the fish pen. "Damn chompers," she groaned.

"We just have one bird to do," Scarlett noted, "Corvus brachyrhynchos, the American crow."

"A crow?" Paul thought. "I can take care of that."

"We just have birds left," Harold told the Skunks. "Struthio camelus and pionus menstruus."

"Someone call for me?" Pride cawed as he landed on Bowie's shoulder.

"Not now," Bowie told the bird as he tried to shake him off.

"Actually, we do need him," Harold informed him. "The birds are an ostrich and a blue-headed parrot, which that parrot is."

"And a very handsome one to boot," Pride boasted as he fixed his feathers.

"Are parrots always like this?" Millie gulped as she hid behind Sam.

"Don't know," Sam admitted. "It's Anthony's companion." Bowie started running over with Pride in tow when they noticed Paul walking over with Shadow perched on his hand. "Glad you volunteered for this," Paul told the crow as he stroked him. "Hope you don't mind an osprey for company." Pride started flying towards the duo but was held back by Bowie. "No!" he strained. "This way! This way!" Pride broke loose of Bowie's grip, flinging the boy into the fish pen, where he got zapped by the electric eel. "And that's the last one," Paul said as he placed Shadow into the bird pen.

"Maggots, you're done here," Chris announced. "Move onto the next section."

"Alright!" Nikki cheered as most of the Maggots started running to the next section. Paul noticed Pride flying around Shadow. "Hello," the parrot whistled. Paul simply slapped the bird away. "Can't take a hint, huh?" the mechanic asked Shadow. "See you later, Shadow."

"So far, the new teams are doing fairly well," Chris narrated, "But only one can win this hectic brainfest. Who'll flunk out first? Find out when we return to Total...Drama-"

"WOOF!" Gravy barked.

"DON'T INTERRUPT MY ANNOUNCEMENT!"

(cue commercial)

The Mutant Maggots soon reached the second section. "Welcome," Stan greeted. "You're first to reach Mathletes' Marathon."

"Please tell me it's easier than it sounds," Helen moaned.

"Well, it is simple. An equation will appear on this screen. All that you have to do is hold up a panel with the answer. Every team member will need one correct answer to move to the next section, and no outside help. Gotta solve it on your own. So, who's first?"

"I'll go," Alejandro volunteered as he stepped forward. "What's my equation?" The screen flicked on to show the equation: 1/2+10/11=x. Alejandro simply picked up a panel that read 31/22. The screen showed a green checkmark. "We got one down!" Paul cheered. "Nice one, Al!"

Meanwhile, Bryan was trying to hang onto an ostrich as it ran across the area. "Help!" he cried out. "Can someone guide the bird to the pen? Please?!" Austin used his lasso to grab the ostrich, then he swiftly hog-tied it. "You couldn't do that?" the cowboy scoffed.

"I'm not really the aggressive type," Bryan meekly said. Austin simply dragged the ostrich into the bird pen while Bowie dropped Pride into the pen. "You're done here," Marcy told the Skunks. "Advance to the next stage."

"Finally!" Courtney complained.

"But what about Owen?" Carly thought. "He isn't back yet."

"Carly and I will get him," Gwen decided. "The rest of you start the second part of the challenge."

"Good thinking, Gwen. Let's go!" The two girls ran off while the rest of the Skunks ran over to Mathletes' Marathon. "So I assume my time here is finished, correct?" Marcy reasoned as she stood up. "I will take my leave. Just send the check to the P.O. box."

"What check?" Chris questioned.

"Chef mentioned monetary payment. Quite a handsome sum, too. Six digits." Marcy walked off as Gravy led her away, with Barry waving goodbye. "CHEEEFFFF!" Chris screamed out as he saw the price receipt of the check.

"That's another problem solved," Cameron said after putting his panel down. "Let's see...me, Al, Nikki, Greg, Scarlett and Sierra cleared it. Who's up next?"

"Might as well get it over with," Helen sighed. "Don't wanna prolong this." The screen showed a new equation: (112)/2. "Greetings, Skunks," Stan greeted as the teens reached Mathletes' Marathon. "Solve the equation. Each person needs one correct answer to proceed. No getting help."

"I'll go first," Courtney told the team. "I did win the Mathletes' course during all my middle school years." The Skunks' screen showed the equation 14 cubed. "Easy," Courtney boasted as she picked up a panel. "2,744." However, the screen showed a red X. "What?! That is the correct answer!"

"You said the right answer," Stan explained, "But the panel you held up was not the right one." Courtney looked to see her panel had 56 on it. "I think I need that one," Helen thought as she took the panel from her hand.

...

A quick montage of the challenge played out. Some such as Trent and Millie had very little struggles. Keith got a frustrated look as he missed his equation for the third time. Zee ended up holding two panels, both with the wrong answer. Leshawna, Heather and Harold easily got correct answers. Tyler, Scott and Geoff, however, kept getting the wrong answer.

...

Soon, Lindsay was the last Skunk member currently working on her equation, though it was clear her focus was elsewhere. "Oh, what a pretty frame," she thought as she held a panel up. "Sweet baby blue is so in right now."

"Is she seriously this dumb?!" Courtney complained. "SOLVE THE DAMN PROBLEM ALREADY!"

"I wish one of us could intervene," Bowie sighed, "But the rules said no outside help."

"Oh, this one looks nice, too," Lindsay gushed as she held up a panel with a yellow frame. The equation on the screen got a green checkmark. "We all agree that was sheer coincidence, right?" Duncan told the Skunks.

"Who cares?" Courtney scoffed. "Let's go."

"Hang on, Skunk Butts," Stan cut off. "You're not finished. Gwen, Carly and Owen need to solve their equation before you can proceed."

"Seriously?" Lacey thought. "What's keeping them?"

"How can a guy as big as a bull and as loud as a clown car be so hard to spot?" Gwen groaned as she and Carly searched the woods.

"Guess Owen's more sneaky when he's not trying too hard," Carly shrugged as she recalled the paintball challenge.

"For his own sake, he better appear soon. It's bad enough he might smell like the communal bathroom toilets." The duo fell into an awkward silence as they kept walking forward. "So..." Carly finally spoke up.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Gwen flatly told her.

"But-"

"I'm serious."

"Just five minutes, please? To hear me out?" Gwen let out a sigh as she saw Carly's pleading face. "Fine," the goth gave in. "First off, how long did you know about this?"

"Since about the second week, after Elias told me after the camp challenge," Carly explained, "But I swear Trent never acted like that before. Echo stole this blood substitute he uses and kept him trapped in the cabin. That little lying-"

"Carly, you're getting off-topic."

"But Trent never wanted to hurt you. It could be why he never said anything about the matter." Before Gwen could say anything, she noticed a pungent odor hitting her nose. "We found Owen," she nasally gagged, "Or another skunk." The girls walked over and saw Owen sadly sitting on a rock. "I thought you were gonna wash up," Carly spoke up.

"I, uh, drank up the tomato juice," Owen meekly admitted. He then got a sad expression again. "Okay, you're clearly not planning to move soon," Gwen sighed. "What's up?"

"I thought I saw her again," Owen sniffled, "But it was just some leaves...and it brought up old memories and how things never got right between us before she left."

"The leaves?"

"He means Izzy," Carly explained. "Oh, Owen... I wish I could help out. Let her know how you felt." The trio suddenly heard some music playing. "Reggae?" Gwen thought with surprise.

"Just roll with it," Carly sighed as she shook her head in disbelief.

"I miss the way Izzy said hello," Owen began to sing as the scene changed to a crayon-like art style with him and Izzy, "By hoofing me in the kiwis

"I miss the daytime when Izzy moved so slow."

"Oh, oh," Carly chorused.

"Cause other times, she'd get freaky

"Oh, Izzy...Oh, Izzy...I, I miss you so

"Oh, my Izzy...My little Izzy...Why'd I ever let you go?"

"Actually, she kinda dumped you," Gwen recalled.

"Not helping," Carly whispered.

"I miss her smile," Owen sang, "And the way she used to bite

"On my arm, when there was trouble..."

"Which was all the time," Owen chuckled.

"Yikes," Gwen said with a wince.

"Oh, I miss the way she'd always say goodnight..."

"Oh, oh," Carly chorused.

"And boot me in the kiwis double... Ouch." The scene showed the Owen drawing catching a mermaid Izzy. "Oh, Izzy...Oh, Izzy...I, I miss you so..." The Owen drawing sadly released Mermaid Izzy back into the water. "Oh, my Izzy...My little Izzy...Why'd I ever let you go?

"Why'd I ever let you go?" Both Carly and Gwen comforted Owen as they led the chubby guy back to the challenge. Unknown to the trio, a pair of green eyes was watching them and wiping away tears.

Back with the challenge, Zoey held up a panel with the correct answer. "Maggots have completed Mathletes' Marathon!" Chris announced as he walked over next to Stan. "Proceed to the next area."

"We're back with Owen," Gwen told the Skunks as she, Owen and Carly walked back.

"And still stinky," Millie gagged as she and the others plugged their noses.

"We're already falling behind," Heather told them. "You three solve the problems. Now."

"You got it," Carly assured her as she went over to the screen. "Daddy made sure my arithmetic was good." She then saw a complicated equation on the screen. "Heh, advanced algebra, on the other hand..." Meanwhile, the Maggots were running towards the next area. "What do you think the next challenge will be?" Helen panted.

"The area is called Geography Hopscotch," Scarlett remarked. "Surely even someone such as yourself can figure it out."

"I know it's geography-based, but what about-?" She bumped into Sky after she skid to a stop at a large board. "Whoa," Shawn breathed out. "This feels like that scene from The Last Crusade."

"That's the idea, Maggots!" Chef shouted as he stood on a platform and spoke through a megaphone. "You've made it to Geography Hopscotch. Each tile has the name of a city on it. You can only cross safely by stepping on cities that are also world capitals. Step on the wrong city...well, you'll find out." He snickered, much to the Maggots' worry. "I strongly advise caution," Cameron suggested. "We can't afford to waste time."

"Your knowledge of world capitals up to date?" Scarlett inquired.

"Oh, most definitely. I've spent a lot of time studying different cities and my hopes to visit them."

"Buenos Aires!" Helen exclaimed as she saw a tile in the front row. "I've got it!" She hopped onto it. "That's a capital?" Nikki thought.

"Well, yeah," Helen replied. "Lucas told me all about it and practically gushing about his hometown."

"Oh...Yeah..."

"Istanbul must be a safe spot," Zoey reasoned as she hopped onto the tile.

"No!" Cameron warned. "Wrong city!" The tile glowed red, and suddenly, Zoey and Helen were flung back by the spring-loaded trap in the tiles and painfully crashed into the ground. "So that's what happens," Helen groaned. "Now we know."

"I'm sorry, Helen," Zoey apologized. "I thought it was the right one."

"We'd better assume there's lots of misleading cities," Sky told the Maggots as she helped the girls to their feet.

"Doesn't help that some of the more well-known capitals such as Cairo and London are absent," Dean complained.

"I see the Skunks coming up!" Alejandro gasped as the other team started running towards them. "Cameron, your assistance is much needed now."

"Got it," Cameron assured the group. "Okay, first go to Buenos Aires, then Apia, then Bangkok."

"Looks like some sort of platform to cross," Lacey reasoned. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

"Hold it," Heather ordered.

"Hold it?" Courtney protested. "We're behind!"

"The platform is no doubt booby-trapped. Let's watch the others complete the challenge. If they mess up, we know the bad spots. If they succeed, we know the right path to take and won't waste valuable time, like Owen did."

"That's...brilliant," Lacey thought.

Confessional: Lacey (Slippery Skunks)

"Hey, Heather may be a bitch, but doesn't automatically make all her ideas bad by default. And she's right that we can't waste time. If we want a shot at winning, we need to follow her advice."

End Confessional

"Don't touch Shanghai," Cameron advised his teammates as Sierra carried her and Scarlett on her back as the Maggots hopped across the board. "It's a wrong city. Go to Kabul next."

"Thanks, Cam," Zoey breathed out. "Hey, is Nairobi and Lisbon safe?"

"It is. Scott, go to Warsaw. Don't touch Utena, Keith. Oslo next for you, Tyler. Yeah, great work!"

"I can't believe Cam can be a capable leader," Nikki noted as she hopped onto the Sofia tile. "Then again, him and Scarlett are like bees to honey regarding this challenge."

"It would be more accurately like bees to flowers," Scarlett corrected as Sierra carried them to Quito tile. "Bees produce the honey but aren't automatically drawn to it."

"Oh."

"That tile is wrong," Helga warned as Tyler was about to step on the St. Petersburg tile. "It's Moscow that holds Russia's capital."

"Nice save, Helga," Cameron congratulated.

"Brussels and Sura good?" Paul asked him.

"Yep."

"How about Geneva or Sevilla?" Helen thought.

"Wrong tile. Go to Lusaka. It's closest."

"Those guys are almost done," Sam informed the Skunks. "Shouldn't we start moving now?"

"Not yet," Heather advised as she watched the Maggots hop to Wellington, then to Lima, then to Surafor. "Hmm, got another idea. Lindsay, what kind of city would you like to visit?"

"Ooh, somewhere pretty," Lindsay gushed, "Like Paris or New York."

"Would Miami or Casablanca or Rio be good places to go? Maybe you can get there by stepping on the tile there."

"Yay!" Lindsay starting running towards the tile. "You know those are the wrong answers," Millie informed Heather.

"But it should also trigger the trap and send the Maggots back," Heather informed the group. "Then we can simply race across and take the lead."

"Clever thinking," Bowie complimented.

"Not Mumbai or Ipoh or Sydney," Cameron advised the Maggots. "They're wrong."

"Baghdad is right by the end!" Scarlett exclaimed. "We've done it!" She looked down to see their tile go red. "Who stepped on a wrong tile?!"

"Miami, here I come!" Lindsay cheered as she hopped up and down on the tile. She and the entire Maggot team got flung back. "I got Lindsay!" DJ shouted as he caught her in his arms.

"Go, go, go!" Bowie rallied as the Skunks raced across the board.

"Thanks for showing us the way!" Heather taunted to the Maggots. The Maggots could only groan as they laid in a heap.

Confessional: Scott (Mutant Maggots)

"So those Skunks just stand back and make us run through the board, then fling us back at the last second? Nice play. Why didn't we do that instead?"

End Confessional

"Slippery Skunks," Chris greeted as they arrived at Puzzling Pastures. "A little surprised to see you first."

"Ha ha," Dave sarcastically laughed. "Just tell us what the final part is."

"Fine. What you have on the table are three 100-piece jigsaw puzzles for you to solve. Solve all three first and you win immunity."

"Where are the boxes for the picture?" Geoff thought as he looked on the table. "I only see little bags of pieces."

"Where would the challenge be if it was that easy? However, since I'm a good host, I'll give you a hint: think famous literary characters."

"Well, that really narrows things down," Heather whipped back.

"Let's not waste the spare time we have," Bowie told the group as he poured out the first bag of puzzle pieces. "Do the puzzles one at a time so we don't get the pieces mixed up, okay?"

"It's blue," Leshawna groaned, "The worst color to deal with puzzles."

"These parts look a bit like a raft on the water..." Austin thought before the answer hit him. "I'll bet my boots that this one is either Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn!"

"That would be a good guess," DJ agreed.

"Made it at last," Sky breathed out. "Jigsaw puzzles?"

"Of famous literary people," Owen informed them.

"Don't tell them, you idiot!" Heather scolded.

"First puzzle's done!" Trent cheered.

"Okay," Scarlett instructed as she put the three bags on different areas of the table, "We'll have to work the puzzles simultaneously if we want a chance to win. Me, Mike, Nikki, Helga, Helen and Jo shall work on one puzzle. Sky, Valerie, Cameron, Zoey, Keith, Sierra and Alejandro will work on puzzle two. The rest work on puzzle three."

"I can see a magnifying glass for this one," Cameron thought. "I've got it! Sherlock Holmes!"

"There's hearts and a little rabbit here," Jasmine noted as she placed some pieces together. "Betcha it's Alice in Wonderland for our puzzle."

"Keep going," Bowie instructed the Skunks. "How's the second puzzle coming?"

"Colorful," Bryan remarked. "I can see stalks of...something."

"Oh, that one's easy," Sam assured him.

"It is?" Millie wondered. "How?" Sam cleared his throat and did a pose. "'I'm the Lorax," he said. "'I speak for the trees.' Those trees are Truffula Trees that the Once-ler exploits and chop down to make Thneeds. I read a few Dr. Seuss books whenever there was a power cut and I couldn't play any video games."

"I think Sam's right on the puzzle," Trent commented as he placed a few pieces down. "And done. It is the Lorax."

"We're almost done with our puzzle," Sierra told the group as she placed down a few puzzle pieces.

"Wonderland's complete," Dean noted after placing the last piece in. "How's the first group doing?"

"Horrible," Helen groaned. "I can't figure it out."

"I can see lightning in the background..." Gwen thought as she put together the puzzle's border.

"Percy Jackson?" Harold guessed.

"I'm not so sure."

"I think I have our puzzle," Scarlett realized. "See the hooves towards the bottom?"

"You thinking Black Beauty?" Nikki asked.

"You'd better do it," Helen requested. "I won't feel comfortable even with a puzzle of a horse."

"This looks like some sort of person," Carly told the Skunks. "Looks kinda sickly, though."

"That's it!" Gwen exclaimed. "The last puzzle is Frankenstein!"

"Better pick up the pace," Bowie advised. "Maggots are quickly gaining ground." The Skunks were trying to finish the last puzzle when they noticed some yelling. "Who's shouting?" Geoff asked.

"Wait, is that-?" Owen gasped. He turned and was stunned to see an orange-and-green blur swinging towards him on a vine until the duo collided, making them crash into the table where the Skunks' puzzles lay. "Izzy!" Owen cheered as the wild child laid across his belly. "You came back!"

"The puzzles!" Courtney cried out as she saw the scattered pieces on the ground. "We've gotta hurry before-"

"Finished," Helga stated as she placed the last piece into the last puzzle.

"Victory goes to the Mutant Maggots!" Chris announced. "Slippery Skunks, you've slipped into Loserdom today and one of you will be expelled from class tonight." The Skunks could only look down in defeat. Later, they were walking back to their cabins. "Any ideas for the vote?" DJ spoke up.

"Bitch-ney, easy," Austin declared.

"But Courtney wasn't trying to slow us down," Heather reminded the group, "Like someone else here. And let me remind you that it was I that helped us regain a lead."

"Don't rub it in," Gwen sternly told her.

"Guess we'll just have to see what'll happen tonight," Bryan shrugged. Later that evening, the Slippery Skunks were at the first campfire ceremony. Gwen, Carly, Lacey, Duncan, DJ, Harold, Heather, Lindsay, Zee, Trent and Sol were seated in the back row while Geoff, Sam, Millie, Bryan, Leshawna, Bowie, Austin, Dave, Courtney and Owen were seated in the front row. "Are...are you still mad about the killer thing?" Owen asked Izzy as she sat on his lap.

"I could never stay mad at you for long," Izzy assured him. "You're, like, my soulmate, Big O. The one that gets me. And seeing you so worked up over us split up...just tugs at my heartstrings. Well, not literal strings. That'd be, like, super-gross."

"Oh, Izzy..." The duo smiled for a moment, then proceeded to make out, to the disgust of most of the others. "Welcome to elimination, Skunks," Chris began as he sat down a plate of marshmallows. "Time to expel one of your own. Quite a few reasons to go. Courtney, most hated person on the team. Lindsay, the dimwitted. Owen, caring more for love. Heather, toned down the attitude but still has enemies. And Trent, dude, where to begin?"

"Doesn't Chef usually do that kind of gunk?" Sol thought.

"Well, I've got him busy with...custodial duties right now." The scene quickly flashed back to Chef mopping up some barf on the main lodge's floor. "Damn Chris," he grumbled. "He should be paying me more."

"Onto the marshmallows," Chris continued. "Those who get one are safe. First one goes to...Harold." Harold smiled as he caught his marshmallow. "Sam," Chris continued as he passed out marshmallows, "Gwen, Millie, Carly, Bryan, Austin, Bowie, DJ, Dave, Lacey, Duncan, Geoff, Sol, Zee, Leshawna, Trent, Lindsay and Heather, you are safe. Now, the final marshmallow goes to..." Courtney stared at the marshmallow but also shot a glance back at her teammates, while Owen was still busy making out with Izzy. "..."

"..."

"..."

"...Courtney." Courtney confidently caught the final marshmallow and popped it into her mouth. "Damn it," Austin grumbled.

"Sorry, dude," Zee sheepishly said.

"Looks like it's no more marshmallows for you, big guy," Chris told Owen, "And don't worry. Izzy will be leaving with you. For good this time." Owen and Izzy simply shrugged as they continued making out.

Confessional: Lacey (Slippery Skunks)

"Owen must've really cared if he shrugged off the idea of food over Izzy. A shame voting for him, but the duo did cause us to lose."

Confessional: Bowie (Slippery Skunks)

"I figured the better option this time would be Owen. He'll be harder to take down later. I know the others are bummed Courtney's still here, but I think this is the most strategic option since Courtney is practically unable to sway anyone to her side after that blackmail stunt. And with the haters being on the same team as her, she'll be plucked out of here soon enough."

Confessional: Carly (Slippery Skunks)

"I didn't want to, but I voted for Owen. Courtney's contract meant I couldn't boot her inside. At least Owen's happy with Izzy."

Confessional: Austin (Slippery Skunks)

"She was right there and they booted the lard bucket instead?! They're idiots! The coyotes back home got more brains than them. No wonder we lost this challenge."

End Confessionals

Owen and Izzy were still making out as they sat on the Hurl of Shame. "Ready to fly?" Chris teased. "Hello?" He simply got an annoyed look before flinging the duo off. "Well, there goes someone unexpected," Chris narrated. "Honestly thought the big guy might win it. Oh, well. They still fling off the same. We're getting closer and closer down the line. Will Courtney survive another elimination? Will love drama cause more losses? Will Dean keep his mutated side contained? All these questions will be answered in the next episode of Total...Drama...Island!"

Votes:

Voted for Owen: Lacey, Bowie, Heather, Carly, Courtney, Millie, Lindsay, Bryan, Dave, Zee

Voted For Courtney: Duncan, Austin, DJ, Sam, Harold, Sol, Geoff, Trent

Voted for Heather: Leshawna, Owen, Gwen

Eliminated: Owen (10-8-4)

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)

Episode 54 and a turning point in this competition! So, two new teams have been formed with a good mix of people. And the first cut from this new phase is lovable goofball Owen. Honestly, I thought he had the least stuff left but hey, he did reunite with Izzy in the end.

Also managed a few good interactions and some got to shine more, such as the brainy duo of Scarlett and Cameron along with a bit from Carly and Gwen and many more. This challenge, another from the great mind of LaCuevademisgustos, definitely flexes the old brain. Even did some research with stuff like the animal names and world capitals.

Next episode will test another strong muscle for the campers: the stomach. Until next time, enjoy and have a good day.