Responding to Reviews:
LaCuevademisgustos: Yes, I think maybe I went a little far with Shawn and his ignorance of love search, but the good side is it didn't get any worse.
Dunsparce519: I'll just tell you this right away: there are some canon couples that will happen, and others that are fanon. But there are some canon couples that will just be friendships. Why am I saying this? I don't know, I wanted to get tell it now.
Remaining Contestants:
Mutant Maggots: Anne Maria, Jo, Lightning, Mike, Scott, Zoey
Poison Frogs: Brick, Dakota, Dave, Max, Sam, Scarlett, Sky
Toxic Rats: Cameron, Ella, Jasmine, Sammy
"Last time on Total Drama Island..." the host narrated as scenes from the previous episode were shown, "Our three teams braved the most dangerous terrain they'd ever encountered in search of escape, victory, and survival. Each member made an effort to keep the others safe; except for Shawn, whose love for Jasmine went so far that he let her be in danger, and he felt utter shame when he got booted out that night on the Boat of Losers. Fortunately, everyone escaped unharmed, except for Dawn, who entered in Mutant-Land after she and the ferocious intern Zeke mutated and became friends. I guess she was such a noble pacifist that she didn't care about being disqualified"
The scene cut to Chris on the dock, apparently doing push-ups, still smiling and looking at the camera. "It was a huge blow for all the competitors, but there's no time for rest yet..." then he stood up, "It's time to watch Total...Drama...Island!"
(Theme Song plays)
In the morning on the island, everything was peaceful and relaxing, except for one team that was undergoing some sort of training. Said training was led by none other than Scarlett, who was showing everyone how to do jumping jacks from the top of the steps, with everyone imitating her movements, or at least trying.
"Precision with the leg bends!" Scarlett said to everyone trying to keep up with her. She looked good doing it quickly, although not everyone could keep up, especially for people like Sam.
"When's the break?" he said between gasps, as he continued jumping.
"Don't talk!"
"But you're talking" Dave pointed out.
"Talking will only throw you off if you're not at the same pace as me"
Confessional (Scarlett):
"After two losses in a row, I need this team of weaklings to get in shape as soon as possible" the red-haired athlete explained. "Their belief in not losing apparently made them lazier, so I personally used various things from the winners' house to make a sort of makeshift gym."
End of the Confessional
"See? It's like lifting a weight" Scarlett spoke to Brick, who was lifting two apparently quite heavy containers of water.
"How many gallons is that?" he asked, struggling to keep them up.
"No need to specify. If it's heavy, it'll work. Now don't let go..." She went to see the others.
"H-how d-don't let go?" He accidentally dropped one of the ribbons, hitting his foot and making him scream in pain.
Meanwhile, Scarlett was like an elementary school teacher checking on her teammates doing exercises, either on their bodies or with some object, but she noticed something she didn't like.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, watching Sky jump rope like a little girl, with Sam and Dakota holding on to her sides (the latter was more focused on her smartphone). "Each of you should have your own rope and jump normally."
"Come on, I've never done this with anyone else" said Sam, who had never been able to play jump-the-rope with other kids. "We're still getting exercise."
"Exercise isn't a fun game; it's a recreational activity to maintain health and fitness" looking around, she stared at them, "Where's Max?". At that moment, Max came out of the luxurious cabin, drinking something like canned grape juice. The female athlete addressed him, "Who gave you permission to come in and drink sugar water?"
"Myself, obviously" he replied arrogantly, taking a sip as if it were nothing. "You shouldn't get upset anyway. We're two great athletes. What's got you so worried?"
"We've been losing lately"
"We won this cabin today"
"But we lost a member of our team, not a very useful one, honestly."
Max just crushed the empty can and threw it away, "Just don't despair, because you have the master of sports...and cheating."
"No thanks, that'll just give us a penalty, I don't want that"
"You're missing out on my potential"
She looked at him angrily, "At least you can go back to the exercise ground?"
Max grimaced in disgust, pointing ahead, "You mean the sweat ground..."
The others were just doing sit-ups, some finding it harder than others. But the one struggling the most was Sam, who not only felt tired, but also he'd copious amounts of sweat like a broken faucet, something that annoyed those close to him.
"Yuck!" Dave groaned, moving a few feet away from him.
"EUGH!" Dakota startled in disgust, doing the same thing, only standing up, "Sam, don't be so disgusting!"
"I can't help it" Sam said, as if he were melting in the sun. "Doing each sit-up is really hard."
"You're not doing the exercise right" Scarlett told him, moving closer but not stepping into the pool of sweat in front of her. "You shouldn't bend your legs every time you do a sit-up."
"But I can't do it"
"You can't do it because you're not trained..."
"Of course you can do it, buddy!" Brick told him, standing next to the tourist. "Just focus and you'll get it..."
Sam complied and was then able to do a sit-up without bending his legs. "I did it!"
"Well done!"
"Really?" Scarlett was unimpressed. "You congratulate him for doing just ONE sit-up right?"
"Hey, mutual and positive support is very important to doing something well" Brick explained.
"Unless you want to lose dead weight..."
"Excuse me?"
"Can't you see? Right there on the other team, they have Mike, an Olympic wannabe! He must be training ten times harder than us..."
Right on the corner of the beach was the aforementioned Mike, relaxing in a beach chair, smiling in the breeze and the heat.
"What a nice day to do nothing..." he said to himself.
"Says someone who wants to be a Olympic jock" Jo mocked, approaching him and looking at him incredulously. "Shouldn't you be training your body to compete in such tough competitions?"
"The Olympics aren't hard. Yes, they require a lot of training. But they're enjoyable events for the whole family that honor the national and international sportsmanship"
"So why are you sitting there like a bum today?"
"It's my day off"
The genius girl frowned. "Who says so?"
"My grandfather always told me that I deserved a break. These last few days have been hard for me, so I should rest my muscles for today"
"I'm not that into physical fitness, but I don't see any muscles". She pointed at her arms, "Just look at that noodle-like body and arms. They'll snap at any moment with the slightest breeze."
"Hey, I'm not a piece of noodle!"
Confessional (Mike):
"Yeah, I see myself as a weakling sports fan" he admitted. "But I've worked hard every day for make it to the Olympics...just not today. Today I'll take a break from physical fitness". He made himself comfortable on the toilet until he heard a knock on the wall.
"Yeah, it's your day off and all" someone outside spoke, who seemed to be Scott. "Now stop hogging the bathroom!"
End of the Confessional
"Attention, players!" The host called over the P.A system, "Come everyone to the clearing in the woods to begin the event..."
Just then, the scene cut to someone seemingly carrying a lit torch. That person was Hatched, who was running like crazy to the top of a pedestal. And that's how he extinguished the torch's flames, stuffing it into a toilet.
"What the hell was that?" asked Scott, who, along with the rest of the others, was watching this in the clearing. "Some kind of bad parody?"
"That, my dear Scott, was art" Chris said as he walked around. "The art of not infringing on the Olympics copyright..."
"The WHAT?" Mike exclaimed in surprise. "Did you say THE Olympics?!"
"Yes, but like I said, we're not authorized to use their name, so instead we made up our own; welcome, everyone, to the Wawa-limpics!"
Everyone fell silent.
"So what was the joke?" Scott mocked the terrible name. "I had to react with a 'wah, wah?'"
"Actually, it was" Chris said, looking at his clipboard. "But now that I think about it, I'll fire whoever came up with that. Anyway, in this 'completely legal imitation' of the Olympics, each team will have a representative in a category. There are three categories where we'll race in a different element each: land, water, and vehicle."
"That last one isn't an element," Jo said.
"Just a figure of speech..."
"So, if only three of us from each team are participating, what will the rest of us do? Warm the bench?"
"It would be ideal for you. However, since these competitions require a lot of support for the athlete, the remaining team members will be near the field or in the stands to 'cheer' on their teammate..." the host explained, before pulling out some pom-poms.
Brick gasped at that, "Pom-poms? Don't tell me, these were made for ME!"
Lightning chuckled, "It'll be nice to see you shaking those fluffy things like a little girl...". He continued laughing until Jo pinched his neck, and she turned to Brick with a smile.
"Thanks, Jo"
"Just make sure you act as manly as you can, Captain Cheers."
"I'll do my best!"
Confessional (Jo):
"It's not like Brick's my friend or anything" Jo admitted surreptitiously. "I just want to return the favor he did me in that silly beauty pageant, doing my best to make sure he doesn't humiliate himself any more than I did."
End of the Confessional
"So, what are you waiting for?" Chris said. "Think carefully about your representatives for these honorable games..."
The Mutant Maggots gathered to talk.
"Please, let me participate in this!" Mike pleaded, even though no one was against it yet.
"Didn't you say today was your day off?" Jo asked naively.
"I'll make an exception this time. I don't want to miss this opportunity to participate in something like the Olympics for the first time in my life."
"Well, he's a amateur, I don't see why not" Scott said. "Even I'll volunteer to participate too, because I'm a good teammate, right?". He smirked.
"Maybe I can participate too..." Zoey suggested, surprising everyone.
"HA, you wouldn't last even a second being sweaty right before you started acting crazy" Jo mocked. "Trust me, being the germophobe that you are, you shouldn't be participating here"
"Come on, let's give Zoey a chance!" Mike said. "If she really wants to do it, then she can!". Zoey smiled in response.
Confessional (Zoey):
"I just wanted to volunteer to impress Mike and prove I'm not a weakling" Zoey admitted with some determination. "I mean, sweating is good for regulating body temperature... unless it builds up too much, like bacteria, and then those black bugs come flying around me and do who knows what... I'd better not think about that while I'm running."
End of the Confessional
Meanwhile, with the Poison Frogs...
"Don't worry, anyone who participates, I'll cheer you like never before," Brick said, just to be 'cheering'.
"Shouldn't you participate?" Scarlett asked. "I mean, you're literally in shape, unlike a lot of people here...". Sky frowned upon hearing that.
"My skills honestly are more limited to acrobatics than competition, but I don't think you'll have any problem participating."
"As if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world..."
"You should ask me" Max said. "I'm probably the only one who knows about sports."
"You're easily lying," Dave told him. "But seeing your sweatshirt, I guess it's better than nothing."
"You could also participate" Sam suggested.
"I don't know. I don't run much, and I don't even know how to ride a bike."
"Can you swim well?" Scarlett asked him.
"Yeah, why...?". he realized what she wanted and sighed, "Okay, but only because I won a swimming competition five years ago."
"That's cool" Sky told her. "I didn't think you could be that skilled."
"And apparently now, you're not..."
The theater girl took this as an insult, so she angrily tackled the indie boy, and thanks to her small belly, she bounced him backward and tripped hard on something. Everyone looked at Sky in surprise.
"Wow, it never occurred to me to do that" Sam said, looking at his own belly. "A nice fighting technique..."
"It's a shame there isn't a sumo division" Max mocked. Sky just glared at him while blushing.
Confessional (Sky):
"The worst thing an actor can have is being classified by their appearance" she said, covering her eyes in embarrassment. Then she looked at her belly. "I should have participated, so I could get rid of this stupid lump of me once and for all..."
End of the Confessional
And finally, with the Toxic Rats...
"Okay, since there are four of us, we have it pretty easy..." Sammy said, trying to sound like a leader and professional. "We're participating...Cameron, you can stay and cheer us on."
"B-but I want to participate" the little farmer insisted. "It's the first city-dwelling competition I've ever had... other than this one, of course"
"We understand, Cam" Jasmine replied as sweetly as she could. "But sometimes roles just don't work for... people like you..."
Confessional (Jasmine):
"That wasn't the nicest thing I've ever said..."
End of the Confessional
"Don't get discouraged, Cameron" Ella consoled him, going to his side. "You can take my place. I'll take care of the cheering."
"Are you sure about this?" Sammy asked her.
"Sure! I even brought some background music...". The Asian girl pulled out a pink music player, and when she turned it on, she danced to the Japanese girls' song playing.
"Why do those girl sing with such strange words?" Cameron asked, before feeling the pain of Jasmine's head slap.
"OH, I'm so sorry!" she apologized, now more aware of what she did.
Confessional (Jasmine):
"I blame that dingo Mike for making me sensitive to insensitive people".
End of the Confessional
Later, the camera showed Chris in the sky, thanks to a hot air balloon he was in.
"Welcome, dear viewers!" he greeted the camera, holding a microphone. "Today we're broadcasting the first and only live competition, the Wawa-lympics...yeah, I want to knock that person's idea out of this balloon". He looked down, "We're going to you, Hatched!"
"This thing is getting loud!" he said, adjusting the volume on his headset, then turned to the camera, also holding a microphone, "We're here on the ground for the first category, the foot race. Here are our contestants..."
The three from each team were shown preparing for the race, in the middle of the starting line of a circular course. "Representing the Mutant Maggots, we have Zoey!" The germophobe girl was drinking water to avoid dehydration; apparently, several of her team members were supporting her in the middle of the course.
"Go, Zoey, go!" Lightning cheered alongside Anne Maria and Jo, appearing to stretch her arms, "One, two, three, four... NO, better the other way around, four, three, two, one... uhhh, what do we say?"
"Just forget it" Jo said, retreating from the place. "This isn't even going to help..."
"From the Poison Frogs, here's Scarlett". The red-haired athlete trotted with precision, being much more prepared than her opponents, and apparently her cheerleaders were better than the others thanks to someone.
"Scarlett, you've got this! Scarlett, go for it!" Brick encouraged the cheerleader himself, jumping with pom-poms like a true cheerleader. "Don't forget who are you doing for, the Poison Frogs!". Then he turned back. "Now do the same..."
However, his other teammates couldn't keep up. Sam and Sky jumped and waved their pom-poms in a dull manner, and Dakota was more focused on her phone. Scarlett just rolled her eyes at the sight of that mess of cheerleaders.
"And from the Toxic Rats quartet, Cameron!" The farmer had taken off his overalls and was bending as much as he could to get ready to run. Until he felt his neck buckling again, "OW!"
"Cam, you're the best partner!" Ella encouraged with her solo cheer, with oriental pop music playing in the background, "Don't let that sore neck ruin your whole game!"
"I think the runners are ready" Chris spoke up, looking out from the hot air balloon. "They'll have an easy run around this short course to the other side. It's only 4km; however, only the fastest will win, and you don't have to be a betting genius to know who will be the only one who won't bend a knee..."
Very soon, the three runners took up position at the starting line, Hatched standing next to them before pointing his pistol in the air (it's not a firearm). "On your marks...get set...". Once the shot was fired, the three of them started running as fast as they could, but only one of them was going very fast.
"And to no one's surprise, Scarlett immediately took the lead!" Chris commented, watching the race from the air. "Cameron and Zoey are following her far behind. The only question is which of them will catch up? Well, I think...no way! Cameron is running faster than Zoey, who suddenly stopped to catch her breath..."
The aforementioned redhead was panting; she seemed very tired.
"What are you doing, silly?! RUN!" Lightning exclaimed.
Zoey started running again, but she was too slow because she wasn't feeling very well. "I'm...dehydrated!"
Confessional (Zoey):
"I admit it, I avoid exercise for don't sweat, and maybe that's why I got like this in the middle of the race," she admitted, sighing, "I bet Mike probably isn't interested in me now"
Confessional (Scarlett):
"It was so sad to effortlessly overtake those two, but I'm not going to let them win this easily. It's survival of the fastest anyway."
End of the Confessionals
"What's wrong?" Jo asked, barely returning.
"That weakling gal can't run very fast" Anne Maria pointed out to the stumbling germophobe.
"Well, in the end, the cheering is necessary anyway..."
Confessional (Brick):
"I was right!" he said proudly.
End of the Confessional
"Don't worry, I already know how to make that red chicken run faster..." Jo said, clearing her throat before shouting, "HEY, RED, there are GERMS back there that want to FOLLOW YOU!"
Zoey turned around, and being very tired worked against her, as in her vision she began to "imagine" giant germs floating towards her, with malicious faces. The germophobe shrieked, and with adrenaline, she ran much faster, overtaking Cameron, and apparently even going to Scarlett.
Then, when the professional athlete saw her approaching, she stopped running normally and started going much faster. And of course, since she was more experienced, she was as fast as a rocket until she crossed the finish line first, to no one's surprise. After her, Zoey arrived, frightened by the "monsters" following her, and then last came Cameron, who collapsed to the ground exhausted after crossing the line.
"You did great!" Ella congratulated him, throwing confetti at him.
"But I came in last..." he replied, lying on the ground.
"But you crossed the finish line, winning doesn't matter..."
"Actually, it does matter, girl" Chef said, arriving, "Look...". He pointed to a virtual board, where each team's score was displayed. "The first to finish gets 7 points for their team, the second gets 5, and the third only 3. Basically, the Frogs are in the lead with 7 points, the Maggots with 5, and the Rats only 3. At the end of the competition, the team with the high score wins."
"...Well, now because of me, we're in last place!" Cameron said, more sadly.
Ella consoled him, "I'm sure the girls will do a good job in the next categories."
Meanwhile, Brick approached Scarlett, who was drinking water. "Well done, partner"
"Please, I already had the points won" she replied, taking a sip. "It all depends on what's next. You better not screw it up..."
Zoey was also drinking water and was greeted by Mike.
"You did a really go..." he was about to congratulate her, until she jumped.
"Don't touch me, you dirty germ!" She exclaimed in defense, then looked at who was back her, "Oh, it's you, Mike."
"Yeah, I just wanted to say I liked the way you ran today."
Zoey grabbed her petticoat in embarrassment, "I actually did terrible, don't lie"
"I know, but then you recovered like my dad did when he was younger!"
"R-Really?" Zoey frowned.
"Exactly! You have an amazing determination! When you saw you were behind, you focused and ran like a champion!"
The red-haired girl blushed and giggled, "Thanks, you don't have to tell me that"
Confessional (Zoey):
"I don't really like lying, but maybe that will impress Mike a little bit, in a healthy way, I guess."
End of the Confessional
Chris was soon shown in his hot air balloon, now standing next to a random man in a suit. "So you were the one who came up with the name 'Wawa-lympics,' right?". The man in suit nodded in response. "Oh, well, in that case..."
No one saw exactly what happened; they just saw the man scream as he fell to the ground. Chris then looked at the camera, "Which team will win these fake Olympics? Find out when we get back..."
(Commercial Break)
Later, Chris found himself hosting the show on a speedboat, still smiling at the camera as he drove the boat.
"It's the Wawanakwa Games again..." he said. "Gosh, that sounds so much better! Anyway, this time we're in the aquatic category, a swimming race, and here are our three representatives: Scott from the Maggots, Dave from the Frogs, and Jasmine from the Rats."
These players were positioned on a small floating dock, wearing their swimsuits. Jasmine was wearing her white bikini, while Scott was wearing orange shorts, still wearing his ID, and Dave was wearing black shorts with a blue Indian design and a light blue T-shirt.
"Nice shorts design, skinny" Scott mocked the latter's swimsuit. "Where did you get it?"
"I literally designed and made it," Dave replied with a straight face.
"Did you really make them yourself?" Jasmine said. "Are they that good?"
Confessional (Dave):
"That's a good question, actually" he said. "I always try on the clothes I design. It's all about quality, and I'll try them on if they don't fill up with water in these shorts."
End of the Confessional
"Okay, swimmers, here's how this round is played" Chris spoke to them from his boat. "You'll have to swim 5km of water from here until you reach the main dock...". There on the dock where the players were eliminated, Hatched stood. "Right where Hatched is, the first one to finish will earn a juicy seven points for their team".
Confessional (Scott):
"The truth is, I volunteered to participate only to lose on purpose, on the sly, of course," he admitted maliciously. "They can't blame me if I say I did my best. In the end, it's Mike who volunteered to enter the last category, and according to these programs, the one who loses in last, is the first to go out"
End of the Confessional
"That sounds pretty eas," Dave said. "I mean, it's just a pretty long swim, right?"
Scott looked at him incredulously. "You really don't know how not to open the mouth?"
"Thanks for saying that" Chris said. "Since the last race was a bit boring, this one will be interesting because it's a little more, you know... dangerous"
"Is unnecesary and unmoral put dangerous things in the water" Jasmine told, glared him.
"I know, because these waters are ALREADY full of dangerous things."
"L-like what?" Dave asked, now nervous about having participated.
"You'll see..." he pointed a fake gun in the air, "On your marks, get set...". Upon firing, the three of them dove into the water and began swimming, but the one who was consistently ahead at the moment was Jasmine.
Confessional (Jasmine):
"Since I mostly live in Sydney, I have great access to the beach, and swimming is basically one of my ways to get in shape" she said. "I don't want to brag or anything. I'm already pretty tired of yesterday, since Shawn... it's better to pass the page"
End of the Confessional
At that moment, her lead was cut short when something stung her legs. When she realized it, she saw a pair of jellyfish attached to her and began shocking her.
"There a-aren't...supposed to be...j-j-jellyfish in this part of the...s-sea!" she said through the shocks she got. Soon, Dave go ahead of her, but didn't last long as he was attacked by another type of fish.
"PIRANHAS?! REALLY?!" He yelled as he tried to shake them off so they wouldn't bite him.
Meanwhile, Scott was much further back, swimming a little slower than them.
"How relaxing. Not only do I enjoy my strategy, I also avoid jellyfish and piranha stings" he said to himself, looking quite confident. "Scott, you really have a good brain...". Before he knew it, something underwater was heading his way. The redhead quickly sniffed. "Hmm, why does it smell like fish? ...Oh, I know, because I'm in the..."
He yelled scared when, out of nowhere, right where he was, none other than Fang swallowed him, pulling him far into his mouth.
"And Scott gets swallowed by Fang" Chris commented, watching the race from his boat. "Is this the end of the poor coffee-server?"
Suddenly, Fang surfaced as Scott tried to force his way out of its mouth. The mutant shark struggled to stop him from escaping. However, in a single slide, he threw Scott off, sending him far away until he landed right on the side of the dock, right at the finish line.
"Scott got first!" Hatched announced, then looked at the redhead who was just moaning in pain, "Someone get the boy a blanket..." Courtney arrived to put a blanket on his head. Jasmine then arrived, "And the Aussie girl got second!"
"Th-that's not fair, he didn't even swim to here!" she protested, before suffering a sudden shock.
"First come, first served..." then he saw Dave arriving exhaustedly, "And last but not least, the guy in the funny shorts". The scoreboard soon changed, "That leaves the Maggots in the lead with 12 points, the Frogs with 10, and the Rats with 7".
Confessional (Dave):
"They're not funny, but they are flawed," he said, grabbing his leaking shorts. "The piranhas were able to bite me more because of some holes I forgot to sew...ouch!"
End of the Confessional
"Stupid big fish..." Scott groaned, standing up until he felt something digging into his butt. "W-What the heck is this?". He took it off and looked at the rather large shark tooth in surprise. "A shark tooth? It looks fascinating..."
"You'd better give that back to that poor devil, mate" Jasmine advised. "It's very bad to have predator teeth."
"What are you talking about? You have one on your neck..." he pointed at the small fang on the Aussie's necklace.
"This is just a souvenir, it's fake"
"Well, in that case, I have a real one, and it's more valuable than yours!".
He walked off with his tooth, while Jasmine just looked at him angrily, as if to say, 'You're going to regret it'.
"Look at this, doll," he called to Courtney, who turned to look at him, angry at him for calling her that. "I survived that monster, and I was able to get this away from him. Don't you think that's... brave?"
Courtney just sneered, "Oh, come on, I've seen braver guys who've done less stupidly dangerous things, I just don't like to date with someone, especially like you...". She walked away.
Confessional (Scott):
"Someday she'll listen to me. In the meantime, I also have this..." He showed that he had replaced his hanging ID with the shark tooth, "Now I'll look like a respectable, un-bossed person. I thank that clumsy big fish for bumping into me. I owe him a favor..."
Confessional (Fang):
The mutant shark was in the confessional, checking its mouth with a mirror. When its noticed that his 'stolen' tooth made it look bad, it angrily smashed the mirror while it growling menacingly.
End of the Confessionals
Later, another clearing was shown on the eastern side of the island.
"We're back at the Wawanakwa Games!" Chris spoke, walking into the clearing. "In our third and final competition, we have the vehicle category, along with our drivers right here...". He pointed to the three contestants walking along the path in the clearing. "Mike from the Maggots, Max from the Frogs, and Sammy from the Rats."
"Get ready to lose like suckers in front of me" Max mocked as he went ahead of them, much to their annoyance. "Let's see, host, what kind of vehicle will we be driving?"
"Is it a military tank?" Sammy asked, receiving strange looks. "Just kidding..."
"For this competition, the vehicle you'll be driving will be a classic," Chris replied, revealing three pairs of bicycles, one in the color of each team. "The bicycles; you'll race them around from here, over the large cliff, and back here, to the finish line". He pointed to the finish line on the other side of the path, where the other competitors were waiting.
"A bike race? Piece of cake" Mike said confidently. "I used my bike to go to school every day, and I was back home in less than two minutes. I'll be able to conquer that cliff with no problem..."
Scarlett, looking at him all confident, became a little worried. They needed to win, and there was nothing they could do against him... until a malicious idea occurred to her. Soon she approached Max, blocking his way.
"Can you move away?" the purple-haired man asked, annoyed.
The red-haired athlete leaned closer to his ear to whisper surreptitiously, "We have to win, so tell me if you're willing to do your dirty tricks."
"They're not dirty. I washed my hands well with soap and water..."
"Whatever, I just need you to sabotage Mike's bike, the red one. That Olympic wannabe must fall."
"Are you sure? At least think about it..."
"I've decided, but first I'll make a distraction..." Scarlett soon came up to Brick, "Hey, Brick, can you make a cheer for our team?"
"Of course..." Before he could do so, she grabbed his shoulder.
"No, do it back there, and draw everyone's attention so they see you and focus only on you."
"Hold on...that sounds better, thanks!". So Brick grabbed his pom-poms and walked a little farther away from the starting line, "LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" He spoke loudly, drawing everyone's attention, including Chris and Hatched, who walked up to him. "Look how the Frogs are supporting each other..."
As he made his cheer, Max slipped between the bikes in the middle of the starting line and approached the red one.
"Let's see, what are we going to do here..." he muttered as he searched for something in his hoodie. "Flat the tires? Unbolt the assembly? Oh, I know...". He chuckled evily as he pulled out a pair of scissors, "Cut the brakes..."
He quickly cut the brake cable and then scurried back to pretend he hadn't done anything. Everyone else walked back to the starting line.
"I'd better start getting used to this bike" Mike said as he climbed onto the red bike.
"Be careful, Mike" Zoey said worriedly. "That cliff looks really steep and dangerous."
"Don't worry, Zoey. I'm an expert on bikes. I've got this!"
"Except stopping..." Max muttered maliciously before noticing the smaller size of his blue bike. "Hey, why my bike is smaller?!"
"When I noticed you were entering this category, I had this one made so you could reach the pedals" Hatched explained from the side.
"Pftt, whatever," he said as he climbed onto it. "I'll be able to do it anyway, I'm going to get ahead of these two losers thanks to my great talent..."
While those nearby rolled their eyes, Sammy looked at her green bike. Despite being completely normal, something was bothering her.
"What's wrong, Sheila?" Jasmine asked as she approached.
Sammy turned to look at her, frowning. "Shouldn't you be in the infirmary? You got stung by jellyfish"
"I'm fine, a little...". She suddenly felt a sudden electric shock, "It's nothing, but what's got you worried? Have you never ridden a bike? Don't worry, neither have I"
"It's not that, it's just... I've never ridden without safety wheels"
"What things?"
Confessional (Sammy):
"Every time I got on or tried to ride my bike, I fell, and pretty hard" she said, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "My sister then put the safety wheels on me, but only if I didn't tell the others I was using them...sorry, Amy"
End of the Confessional
"Hey, big mate?" Jasmine said to the Chef who came up to them. "Is there a problem with her being able to use safety wheels?"
"No, there isn't..." he said, pulling out a pair of safety wheels. "But at a cost"
"What?"
"The humiliation..." he cleared his throat before speaking out loud. "Hey everyone! She CAN'T ride a bike without safety wheels!". Some of them, like him, started laughing, to Sammy's further embarrassment.
"Don't pay attention to those hyenas" Jasmine told her, comforting her. "Wheels or no wheels, you can do this. We're depending on you to make the scoreboard."
"Th-thank you..." she replied, gulping as she climbed onto the bike with the safety wheels already on.
"Okay, cyclists, now step on those pedals..." Chris talked when the three players got into position. "Hold the handlebars, and... GO!". Chef fired a shot into the air, and that's how the three of them set off on their bikes at the starting line, pedaling along the path until they headed toward the steep cliff.
"You can, Max, go to the max..." Brick cheered until Jo stopped him.
"Stop doing that, they're not listening anymore" she said.
The three of them pedaled as hard as they could up the steep hill. Max and Mike fought for the lead, while Sammy was slightly behind, pushing herself to pedal harder.
"Go for them, Sheila!" Jasmine encouraged her, even though she wasn't listening anyway. "You can do it!"
"Uhhh, Jasmine..." Cameron pointed out something on the ground near the starting line that stunned her. It was Sammy's two safety wheels, lying there.
"Crikey, this is not good..."
Meanwhile, Max and Mike were still fighting to see who would go first.
"I think I'm faster than I think" Max mocked, a few inches ahead of him. "Apparently you weren't that good, right? HA!"
"We'll see about that..." Mike became determined and started pedaling super-fast, going far ahead toward the top of the cliff.
"Oh, Mike!" Zoey said from the starting line, looking worried. "He's heading straight for that cliff."
"Calm down, Red" Jo told her. "Anyone with a brain know to stop at the turn..."
However, that wasn't the case. When Mike saw he was about to reach the turn in the trail, he tried to brake to get it right, but realized something was wrong.
"Oh no..." he gulped. "The brakes don't work!"
"According to what my observers from above, are telling me..." Chris spoke from below, listening to his earpiece. "Mike's brakes seem to have broken, and he can't make the turn that will stop him from falling off the top of the largest cliff in all of Wawanakwa"
Many gasped in shock at that, especially one girl.
"MIKE!" Zoey yelled in panic. Scarlett just looked away.
Mike kept trying to stop but couldn't, and his concern grew even greater when he left the path and got closer to the edge.
"Please, stop!" he muttered. He couldn't stop the bike, and his panic increased as he saw the end of the road. "How can this thing stop?!"
"It can't, but you do..."
"Uh...?"
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Once upon a time, there was a little 10-year-old Mike, who was learning to ride a bike for the first time. He was doing well until he had to stop the bike, but he couldn't because it didn't have brakes.
"Dad, how can't this thing stop!" said the boy, afraid of crashing into something.
"It can't, son, but you do!" said his father, a man similar to his race, but larger, who spoke with a robust Australian accent. "You have to wait for it to stop. YOU have to stop it yourself!"
"How I can do that?"
"Step hard on the ground with one leg!"
"But what if I trip?"
"You shouldn't be afraid of that, Michael. The only thing you shouldn't be afraid of is success. Now do it!"
Little Mike gulped, but put his stress behind him and his determination first, landing his left feet firmly on the asphalt. Little by little, the bike began to slow down until it skidded slightly, astonishing the boy riding. "I did it, Dad! I did!"
"Crikey, that was the best skid I've ever seen!" he said, equally amazed by his son. "Not even in Sydney have I seen anything so incredible, son. You're a great boy!". He leaned closer to play with his spiky hair, which looked just like his own. "Now we don't have to pay a fortune for transportation. From now on, you can ride your bike to school."
Mike's eyes lit up like any child's. "I really can?"
"Sure, just be very careful, you don't want to worry your mother? I convinced her to the max to let you go alone for the first time"
"Don't worry, dad, I'll be safe, I promise". He hugged him, leaving a sweet moment between father and son.
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Mike was now on the verge of falling off the great cliff, until he remembered his father's words, "It can't, but I do..." He said to himself before stepping with his left foot on the ground that was getting smaller and smaller, but luckily it was enough to stop just short of the edge. "Phew..." he sighed, almost fainting when he saw how far he was about to fall.
"Attention, everyone!" Chris said, checking his earpiece, "I just got word that Mike managed to stop just in time...". As everyone on his team and others began to cheer, Zoey sighed in relief, but the tension was so much that she fainted backward, being caught by Jo.
Meanwhile, Mike had moved away from the edge to avoid falling and turned his bike back toward the trail. However, they had already passed him.
"See you at the finish line, loser!" mocked Max, who was now ahead, with Sammy behind him, and Mike was now last, but he didn't give up.
"It's not over yet, shorty..." he muttered, pedaling slowly back toward the trail. However, he saw that the downhill was very steep, and for someone without brakes, it worried him greatly. "That looks really steep. I'll go so fast that the bike won't stop... NO, I'll stop it there". Resolved, he began pedaling, leaning further into the steep incline. "Here we go..."
So he began to ride down the hill, the potential energy doing its thing, making him faster the further he went. However, it wasn't enough for him, and he started pedaling very fast to increase his speed.
"Apparently, Max is heading straight to the finish line" Chris commented, observing through binoculars. "And Sammy is right behind him...hold on! Mike has already quickly passed her!"
"What?!" Scarlett exclaimed, surprised, along with everyone else. Although he was a little far behind, Mike was going full speed ahead. Even when he finished the downhill, he was going straight ahead at maximum power, slowly going ahead from Max, who was about to cross the finish line.
"What's going on...?" The purple-haired man turned around, only to widen his eyes. "YOU HAVE TO BE KI...". He couldn't finish because Mike snatched him up so fast that he brushed against him and spun him like a spinning top, just inches from the finish line.
Mike had already crossed the finish line and quickly scuffed his feet to brake. He was going so fast, making it hard to stop, but luckily he made it in time before colliding with the other contestants. His skidding splattered most of them with dirt.
"Ugh! Eugh! seriously?" Anne Maria complained, looking the dirt on her.
"Sorry..." Mike apologized.
"Well, that was some braking, even without brakes" Chris said, standing next to him. "Which makes me doubt it, but still, Mike, you got first! And that means your team gets the highest score, 19 points, which means the Mutant Maggots won the game!"
At that, the aforementioned winning team cheered loudly and congratulated Mike on his victory, even if they had been covered in dirt. At that moment, Zoey opened her eyes and looked at Mike receiving lotta cheers.
"Mike?" she said, before getting off Jo's arms. "Mike! Are you okay?"
"Yes, Zoey, he replied happily, before wincing at her, "And you...? Uhhh...?"
Zoey looked down at herself, covered in dirt. It clearly gave her a nervous twitch, but surprisingly, she didn't take it too badly.
"At least I'm glad you're okay...". They both smiled sweetly at each other.
"Make way!" Chef said as he walked past them all, holding a full container. "Excuse me, Mike, it's tradition to soak every good winner in sports competitions."
"I'd rather you give it to Zoey" he replied, wanting to do his friend a favor, "She needs to be clean after all..."
Chef shrugged as he turned to the redheaded girl and poured all the liquid on her, much to her satisfaction but then to her disgust.
"EW! This water is slimey!" she moaned, seeing the green, sticky liquid dripping all over her.
"It's not water, it's soda"
"Ugh, I need to shower...". Just like that, she headed straight for the showers.
Meanwhile, Max continued to spin around on his bike until he finally stopped, completely dizzy. "H-h-holy c-crap..."
"Max, the finish line!" Scarlett yelled at him to snap . He saw that he only had a few inches to the finish line.
"I'm coming right..." He pedaled as fast as he could, but his time circling caught up with him. Before he could cross the finish line, Sammy arrived first than him. "NOOOOO!"
"YES!" Sammy cheered as she stopped his bike and got off. "I didn't come in first, but at least I came in second!"
"Well done, Sheila!" Jasmine congratulated him. "I knew you could!"
"I can't believe it either, even if I had these safety whee...". She turned to look at her bike and realized they were gone. "Wait, where are they?"
Jasmine chuckled nervously as she showed her the wheels in her hands. "Maybe you fell them off when you started..."
Confessional (Sammy):
"All this time I could have fallen and hurt myself...but I didn't!" A satisfied smile spread across her face, "Guess I won't need safety wheels anymore!"
End of the Confessional
"Sammy got second and Max got third" Chef Hatched spoke, checking the scoreboard. "What it's gets...13 points for both the Frogs and the Rats, that's a tie!"
"So how do we settle this?" Sam asked.
"I guess there'll be a tiebreaker" Sky said.
"Where unfortunately one of you will have to participate," Scarlett said, groaning in frustration. "This shouldn't have happened..."
"Tell me about it!" Max said, more frustrated than she was. "I literally cut the brakes on that loser wanabe only for it to end in a stupid tiebreaker...". He realized everyone was stared at him. "What?"
"Did you cheat?" Brick asked, disappointed in him.
"Pfft, of course not!"
"You just said it in front of everyone" Jo replied. "We're not deaf!"
"I can't believe the Frogs team is a bunch of cheaters!" Anne Maria said angrily.
"No, we're not!" Sky said.
"Cheating is a serious violation in both the Olympics and the Wawanakwa Games" Hatched said, appearing to read a rulebook. "The penalty for this is a three-point deduction for cheaters, which helps with the tiebreaker problem...". He closed the book and then stared at a certain team. "Poison Frogs, you'll all be going to the bonfire tonight."
Said team groaned in frustration, glaring at a certain purple-haired 'jock', who played with his fingers while smiling nervously.
"Like my dad used to say..." Mike mocked in front of them, "'Cheaters always end up exposed like dog poop'!"
Confessional (Mike):
"I'm surprised this is the first time my team won thanks to me, and without any of my personalities interfering today..." he cheered to himself, before frowning, "But seriously, I don't know what I'll do with them throughout this game, or maybe if I should tell anyone about this, like Zoey, but she.. I'd better think about it as I continued with my day off"
End of the Confessional
Later that night, the Poison Frogs arrived at the elimination ceremony.
"Welcome back, Frogs" Chris greeted, holding up the plate of marshmallows, "For to get straight to the point, I'll just report that tonight's vote was almost unanimous in favor of one person, and that person is..."
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"Max!"
"WHAT?!" exclaimed the now-eliminated purple-haired guy, "How can that be?!"
"You're serious, right?" Dave said, looking at him, "You cheated and made us lose"
"Yes, I cheated, but that wasn't my idea..."
"What do you mean?" Brick asked, frowning.
"The person who asked me to cut the brakes is none other than...SCARLETT!" He pointed sharply at the redhead, making everyone gasp in shock, but the accused apparently didn't flinch.
"Are you accusing me of asking you to play dirty?" Scarlett asked, feigning dementia. "Nice move...too bad you don't have any evidence against me."
"Huhh?"
"Exactly, why would we believe a clumsy liar like you?" Sky said.
"Plus without any incriminating evidence" Brick said, glaring at him. "Scarlett may be the most bitter woman in the world, but she's a lot more sportsmanlike than you."
Scarlett wanted to glare at him for calling her that, but smirked when she saw no one suspected on her.
"Are you all idiots?" Max asked, still unfazed by the glares from his team. "That redhead is actually a...HEY, PUT ME DOWN, YOU BIG FOOL!" He growled as Hatched carried him away, eventually throwing him onto the Boat of Losers. "You're going to pay for this...". The boat simply took him away from the island.
"What a bad loser" mocked Dave, who along with the others had come to claim their marshmallow.
"It's too bad that scoundrel framed you, Scarlett" Brick told her.
"Oh, please" she replied confidently as she chewed the candy without a care in the world. "He was just a jealous man who couldn't accept defeat, end of story".
Confessional (Scarlett):
"I like these marshmallows..." she said as she continued eating one. "When I try them, I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but they end up tasting sweeter than I expected..."
End of the Confessional
"Will Scarlett continue to get away with it, and how many marshmallows will she eat?" Chris spoke to the camera, as the episode was about to end. "Will dreamy Mike be able to distance himself far enough from his personalities? This and much more is to be discovered, next time on Total...Drama...Island!"
Final Comments (Max):
"Dammit, that dirty fox tricked me with my greatest weakness, cheating; although, well, if that's the case, maybe I should stop cheating if I want everyone to see me as a great competitor and athlete" he said as the boat sailed with him, "But while that's happening, Scarlett will continue to get away with it. I wish there was someone who could stand up to her, someone like ME! ...Oh, forget it, I've already lost".
(End Credits)
Votes:
Max (6)
Scarlett (1)
Author's Note:
And after almost a month, we have a new chapter. Don't worry, I'm sure there will be another one next week, and also another after that week. Then after that, I'll take a break from this story.
But anyway, with this chapter, I'll tell you that this one and the others to come will have more depth in the beginning of some character development, believe me! And one of them was Mike, whom we not only finally saw triumph without the help of his personalities (which makes him gets more personality), but we also had a brief flashback (the first of many).
Among other things, Scott seems to have begun his biggest rivalry/living nightmare; Brick finally did something to do with his new label; and Max was eliminated thanks to cheating, what a surprise? It's ironic that Scarlett eats candies when she does something malicious—an excellent metaphor.
In the next chapter, our competitors must descend depths with high pollution. They'll have to be sp fast if they don't want to lose a single hair...wait, what?
See you next time, and I hope you had a nice Holy Week!