Last time on Total Drama Island…" Chris began with his usual smirk on his face. "Competitors became hunters. And the hunted. Owen's game was way off. And when he finally caught wind of his prey, he totally blew it. And Cody made a new friend who quickly beat the crap out of him. Can anyone say medivac? And in a shocking turn of…events, hehehehe, sorry, sorry I just, hehe, I just can't say this with a straight face. After Lincoln shot Heather, like ten times, a certain egg laying mammal decide to both use Heather as a toxic scratching post…and then as a toilet. I swear you just can't write this stuff! And that was just one of many problems Heather faced that day, and ultimately it was the Screaming Gophers who once again had to suffer through another bonfire ceremony. In the end, it was Cody who got the shaft. The Gophers are still the underdogs. Can they bounce back? Or is their goose finally cooked? Find out tonight on Total. Drama. Island!"
It was another sunny day on Total Drama Island. Everyone was still in bed, though not everyone was asleep. Lincoln was still in bed working on something in his drawing journal with Edward fast asleep next to him with Dawn on her bed in the girl half of the Bass cabin meditating while all the girls were still asleep.
But currently we begin the day in the boy's half of the Killer Bass Cabin. Lincoln was drawing while the white head heard everyone snoring and sometimes say the occasional word in their sleep. Suddenly Lincoln heard something landing on the floor and looked to see Duncan had jumped out of his bed and started doing push-ups on the floor. "Guess we all got our wake-up rituals." Lincoln whispered before his eyes widened as he looked at what was right in front of Duncan's face.
Duncan didn't seem to notice at first…until he sniffed and his eyes shot open at the rank smell his nose detected and saw a pair of Harold's dirty underwear right below his face. "UGH!" Duncan gagged loudly as he backed away from the pair of underwear.
This caused the other guys to wake up with DJ and Geoff laughing and Harold simply looking at the scene from the bunk under Lincoln. Even Edward ended up waking up and released a yawn. "Brbrbr." The platypus tiredly let out.
"Not cool, Harold man!" Duncan yelled while glaring and pointing at Harold for leaving his dirty cloths on the cabin floor…again. "Not cool!"
"Those aren't mine." Harold denied as Duncan stood up.
"Oh right!" Duncan continued to yell as DJ and Geoff got up from bed. The delinquent was starting to get sick and tired of Harold always leaving his dirty stuff on the cabin floor. "You're always leaving your gitch lying around!"
"No I'm not!" Harold yelled back as he crossed his arms. "Gosh!"
"Uh, yeah you are, dude." Geoff backed Duncan up as he and DJ walked next to the delinquent. Lincoln simply decided to stay on his bed with Edward as the two looked down at the scene below.
"You have like, absolutely no proof." Harold claimed as he got up and pointed at the three guys in front of him.
"No one else wears that kind, dude." What Geoff said was true. The underwear that was on the floor was a kind they knew only Harold wore.
"And your mom sewed your name onto the label." And DJ just hammered in some more evidence pointing Harold to the crime.
"Harold it's not that big of a deal." Lincoln spoke up to his friend in a more reassuring voice then the other three guys. While Harold was his friend, he had to admit it was rather gross seeing Harold leave his dirty cloths on the floor sometimes. "Just pick of your dirty stuff and get them cleaned, easy peasy."
"Whatever." Harold grumbled a bit. Though he did appreciate Lincoln's kinder words. The ginger then grabbed a towel and started to head out. "I'm going for a shower!"
"Hey, don't forget to clean the skid maker!" Duncan yelled to Harold as he left with DJ and Geoff laughing with Lincoln rolling his eyes. "I think Harold needs to be taught a lesson, boys. Who's with me?"
Lincoln watched with narrowed eyes as the three guys shared a high five, all agreeing on getting back at Harold for this. "Oh we'll see about that…" Lincoln whispered at a volume they couldn't hear as he slammed his drawing journal shut with Edward growling.
A little later, both teams were gathered at the beach as instructed by Chris when he called the teams for today's challenge. As the host of the show was looking over something on a clipboard, Heather, who was sporting an incredibly angry look, walked up to Chris. "Chris, that duck billed freak attacked and paralyzed me." Heather told Chris as the host looked at the queen bee. The host smirked as Heather brought up what Edward did to her in the last challenge. Chris just couldn't think about that incident without smiling at the least. "I demand you have Lincoln get rid of it, and perhaps have it made into a purse."
"How could you say such a thing?!" Dawn yelled at the mean girl while she held Edward close to her chest. This caused many members from both teams to glare at Heather. While a majority of them didn't have the same connection with the platypus like Lincoln and Dawn, they either hated Heather and/or loved animals and wouldn't tolerate that sort of thing.
"Hahaha, yeah." Chris laughed while shaking his head. "Not gonna happen."
"What?!" Heather yelled angrily and started glaring hard at the host of the show. "Why not?!"
"Because one, I'm already in hot water for shooting that hawk." Chris explained as he was still receiving many angry emails for accidently shooting that hawk out of the sky during the canoe challenge. It was gonna be hard for Chris to live that one down. "And two, I checked our ratings, and it turns out our viewers love the little freak from down under. You wouldn't believe how much the ratings increased last episode. Hahaha, so Lincoln keeps the platypus."
Heather gritted her teeth and clenched her fist in pure anger as Chris shoved her back towards her team. The queen bee angrily stomped away, but when she passed by Lincoln. "You better keep that thing on a short leash." The mean girl harshly whispered to the white head. "Because if I ever catch him alone, he's gonna be my new belt."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try." Lincoln said with the role of his eyes making Heather growl vicious at him before stomping away.
"Brbrbrbr…" Edward sent a vicious growl back to Heather.
"Anyway…" Chris said to get things back on track and everyones attention on him again. "Today's challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen! You'll be cooking a three-course meal and serving it to me for tasting. The winners get a reward and the losers will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef to create the theme of the meal and to oversee the cooking. To cook, you need ingredients. Every morning, a truck brings us food. Today's task starts there."
Everyone's eyes widened as they saw a truck come onto the beach…from the water. And just when they thought it couldn't get weirder, a window rolled down to reveal the driver of said truck…was a dolphin.
CONFESSIONAL – DAWN
"I've seen creatures of mother nature do all sorts of incredible things." Dawn explained to the audience. "Not just on the island. But a dolphin driving a truck underwater…that's a new one."
As the winners of the last challenge, the Killer Bass were given the first look inside the truck. Geoff and DJ were the ones to open the truck up with Geoff gaining a grin as he looked around. "We could do a killer Italian theme!" The party dude said excitedly.
"Hello, head chef!" Duncan grinned with most of the team giving Geoff nods and thumbs up.
"Seriously?" Geoff said with a wide smile as he climbed into the truck. He was picked to be head chef and he hardly even tried! It was just like the time he became head of the student council without even making a speech. Twice! "Then let's get grabbin'!"
"Yo Geoff." Lincoln spoke up to the party dude as the Loud buy climbed into the truck. "My dad taught me an awesome lasagna recipe we could make for a main dish!"
"Well then start grabbing the things we need dude! Lasagna on!" Geoff excitedly told Lincoln with the white head giving a salute in response. "We already got a main dish planned! Keep up the good work dudes!"
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
"Don't worry dad." Lincoln reassured his dad who was watching at home. "I'll do the Lynnsagna proud."
Once everyone from the Bass had all the ingredients they needed and started heading to the main lodge to start cooking, the Gophers started walking up to the truck. "Head chef! Called it!" Heather spoke up and took the leadership role for herself before looking down at Beth. "Try not to screw up this time, okay?"
Beth gasped a bit and nervously nodded as Heather walked past her. Despite standing up to Heather during the last challenge, Beth was still intimidated by Heather. It didn't help that ever since then Heather has been sending Beth nasty looks and the braces wearing girl swore that the queen bee was planning her death. Leshawna then stood next to Beth while glaring at the back of Heather's head. "Just ignore her girl." Leshawna told Beth who gulped in response.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"I had to take the leadership role. Hello, we're on a losing streak." Heather stated, seeing herself as the only possible leader for her team. "And really, everyone else on the team is pretty useless."
As the Bass were walking away with the ingredients, Dawn couldn't help but looking back at the Gophers. The aura reader ended up wincing rather hard as what she saw. With the thing she was seeing being invisible to both the other team and her teammates due to lacking her abilities. "I'm really getting worried about the other team." Dawn whispered to the person she was walking next to which was of course Lincoln.
"Why?" Lincoln asked as he looked back at the Gophers while carrying his haul of ingredients. "What's going on? Is it something I can see or some mystical stuff?"
"Mystical stuff. Remember after the Boney Island trip a darkness has been clouding the other team. And I don't mean Heather." Dawn revealed making Lincoln's eyes widened a bit. "And it's only been getting worse every day and it's bringing their team into chaos. More so then usual."
"Hmmm, well Cody did end up getting mauled during the last challenge." Lincoln hummed a bit as he recounted the rather unfortunate things that's been happening to the Gopher's lately. "And heck, from what DJ told me Owen's gun jammed right when he had him cornered…maybe something is up. It can't just be coincidence. Is it gonna start affecting us?"
"Hmmmm, no I don't believe so." Dawn thought about it for a second before answering and making Lincoln breathe a sigh of relief. "It shows no sign of spreading to our team…but still, despite the competition we can't just let it linger. If only I could pinpoint the source."
"Well I'm sure you'll be able to find it soon. You're really talented like that." Lincoln complimented the aura reader making her giggle and blush.
"Thanks, you're really sweet." Dawn complimented Lincoln back and making it his turn to blush. "And it looks like you have your own plan for today."
"Yep, I got some work to do if I'm gonna defend Harold." Lincoln told Dawn while glaring at the back of Duncan, Geoff, and DJ's heads. "I expected this from Duncan and maybe Geoff, but I thought DJ was better than that."
"We all have our inner darkness. And sometimes others can bring it out of us." Dawn explained to Lincoln with a reassuring tone. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to bring him back to the light."
Soon enough, both teams made it into the kitchen. It was big enough so that the Bass and Gophers each had their own half with everything they needed to get their cooking down from appliances to cooking tools. "Okay. We've got like, three courses and eight people here. So who's where?" Geoff asked his team as on the way to the kitchen they decided what they would be making. As an appetizer, antipasto. As a main course, Lynnsagna. And as a dessert, cannoli with vanilla custard."
"I'd like to be on dessert please." Dawn asked as she raised her hand. "I…really don't wanna aid in the cooking of meat please."
"It's cool dude, I understand." Geoff told Dawn making her smile as she was officially put on dessert detail. "Alright, anyone wanna help Dawn with dessert?"
"I will." Courtney offered as she walked up next to Dawn.
"So will I." Making Courtney flinch was Duncan who spoke in a sly voice as he stood a mere two inches away from Courtney.
"Um, can I change my mind?" Courtney asked Geoff as she took a step away from the delinquent.
"Come on, Courtney." Geoff tried to convince Courtney to stay on dessert detail…mainly because he was helping set her up with Duncan as it was very obvious the CIT had a thing for him no matter how much she denied it. "For the team." Courtney looked to Dawn who simply shrugged and then to Duncan who was smirking at her. Ultimately, Courtney let out a sigh and stayed where she was.
CONFESSIONAL – COURTNEY
"He's totally unmotivated. And he never washed his hands. He's so obnoxious." Courtney listed off the reason she wasn't into Duncan as things started to fast forward, skipping parts of Courtney's rant. "Owning sunglasses doesn't automatically make you cool." Fast forward again. "People like that are so annoying. I mean, honestly, who does that? And don't even get me started on his hair."
"Me and Sadie can rock the antipasto." Harold offered to work together with Sadie to make the appetizer. "I'm like a black belt when it comes to cutting cheese." This caused most of the Killer Bass to start snickering and laughing making Harold confused. "What…What?!"
"Um, Harold." Lincoln spoke up with even him not able to resist a grin. "Might wanna watch your choice of words."
"Welp, guess this leaves Lincoln, Bridgette, and DJ on…um…what was it called again dude?" Geoff asked Lincoln as he forgot what the name of the lasagna dish his dad taught him was.
"Lynnsagna." Lincoln told Geoff before turning to DJ and Bridgette. "And leave it to us Geoff, we got this in the bag." Bridgette and DJ nodded and grinned as they both shared high fives with Lincoln.
"Sweet!" Geoff said before pointing his thumb at the exit to the kitchen. "You dudes get started I gotta, um, get something from the cabin real quick."
Lincoln narrowed his eyes at Geoff as he left. Looks like things were starting already meaning that Lincoln had to put operation Save Harold from getting Bullied by DJ, Geoff, and Duncan. "Brbrbr." Edward let out as he looked up at Lincoln from the kitchen floor.
"I know, I know." Lincoln sighed out. "I gotta make a shorter name."
SCREAMING GOPHERS
On the Gopher side of the kitchen, the team was carrying in their own ingredients with the exception of Heather who was giving orders while wearing a white apron and carrying a clip board. "Gwen, Lindsay, you're on the citrus macadamia upside down cake flambé." Heather told the goth and dumb blond.
"Know how to make an upside-down flamer thingy?" Lindsay asked Gwen as they both set some stuff down on the table.
Just then Owen accidently bumped into Heather while carrying a bag of oranges. However, this bump made Owen lose his balance and the big guy ended up dropping all the oranges onto the floor, tripping over all of them, and then squashing them all by landing on them.
"Go back to the truck and get more oranges!" Heather growled at Owen with the big guy immediately doing so and not putting up any arguments. Letting out a sigh, Heather turned to Trent who was carrying some frozen ribs. "Trent, you and Owen are on ribs." The last two Gophers to enter the kitchen were Leshawna and Beth. "Leshawna and Beth, you're on pineapple skewers and mango dip!"
"Girl, let me handle the appetizers." Leshawna told the queen bee. "I know how to make a pineapple chutney that will knock the socks off the devil."
"Oh, really? Well, that's so great!" Heather said sarcastically which quickly made Leshawna start glaring at her. "But since I'm head chef, we're gonna stick to my plan. And my plan is pineapples with sticks through them! Got it?"
KILLER BASS
Lincoln was happily whistling as he, Bridgette, and DJ were getting all the ingredients ready for the Lynnsagna. As they were doing this, Lincoln spotted something in the corner of his eye and looked to see Geoff return. But the party dude didn't quite enter the kitchen yet. Instead, Geoff looked to DJ and gave the brick house a thumbs up with DJ looking to Geoff and nodding in response.
"Hey Bridgette." DJ spoke up to the surfer girl and got her attention. "Can I get you a glass of water or something?"
"That'd actually be really nice DJ." Bridgette said while smiling at the tall teen. "Thanks."
"No prob." DJ grinned, while hiding a snicker, as he reached into the cupboards and pulled out a tall glass cup. The brick house then went over to the sink and started filling it with water…right as Harold passed by. "Here's your water Brid-Woah!" DJ then pretended to trip and spilt the water all over Harold pants as the ginger was going over the recipe for antipasto.
"Aw! Hey!" Harold yelled at DJ while wincing a bit at the cold water hitting him. "Smooth move, Dorkahontus!"
"Oh, bummer!" Geoff said as he finally came into the room. "Better go change, dude!" Harold gave a quick glare to the two before going off to the cabin to go get a dry pair of pants and underwear.
All the while Lincoln narrowed his eyes at the scene before walking off himself. "Where you goin man?" DJ asked in a legitimately curious tone.
"Oh ya know." Lincoln shrugged as he pretended not to know what was going on. "Just gotta use the john real quick." A few brows were raised at Lincoln, but everyone ultimately shrugged. If a man needs to take a leak, he's gotta take a leak. Meanwhile Dawn gave Lincoln a proud smile as he left.
"Shirt. Shirt. Shirt." Currently at the Bass cabin, Harold was going through his cloths to find some dry pants and underwear to replace the ones DJ got wet…only to find nothing but shirts.
"Something wrong?" Harold looked to see Lincoln walk into the cabin and lean against the door frame.
"Yeah I can't find any of my pants and stuff." Harold told Lincoln as he dug through his drawer some more. "Gosh! I bet those idiots stole all of them!"
Lincoln nodded in response before walking up to Harold and giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I think I got a solution to this." Harold watched as Lincoln went over to the drawer he kept his stuff in and pulled out some of his own underwear, pants, and a belt. "You're a slightly smaller size then me, but nothing a belt can't fix."
"Woah really?" Harold asked as he took the cloths Lincoln gave him. "You sure man?"
"What are friends for." Lincoln kindly said making Harold smile at him, "Besides, it's no big deal. Me and my best friend Clyde always let each other borrow the others cloths all the time back home. One picture day we even wore the same shirt."
"Cool." Harold complimented as he looked at the items in his hand.
"And look about this morning, it really is no big deal." Lincoln started talking about the incident of Harold leaving his cloths on the floor. "You just gotta pick up your cloths. And there's no need to deny it. We're guys. We've ALL done it at some point. I mean do you really think Duncan is the peak of hygiene?"
"Well…no." Harold shook is head. That would probably be one of the very last things he would call Duncan. Letting out a sigh, Harold slumped down a little. "Look…sorry for not picking up my cloths. I'm just not that good at laundry, it's one of the badges I didn't get while in Muskrat Boys."
"Is that all?" Lincoln asked with a raised brow. Harold nodded in response and was suddenly met with Lincoln wrapping an arm around him. "Dude why didn't you just say that? I'll help ya out! I'm pretty good at laundry if I say so myself."
"You mean it?" Harold asked with a surprised tone. When the ginger was met with a nod from Lincoln, Harold couldn't help but smile. "Thanks a bunch man!"
"Hey, no problem Harold." Lincoln said as he separated from the ginger and was about to walk out of the cabin. "So, no more just leaving your dirty stuff around."
"Promise." Harold put a hand to his heart and nodded. Lincoln, satisfied with the answer, walked out of the cabin and left Harold to borrow some of his cloths.
And when Lincoln stepped outside. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" He was treated to the sight of Owen running away from a bunch of hornets while carrying a crate of oranges.
KILLER BASS
Back at the kitchen, on the Killer Bass' side, Bridgette was eying Geoff as the party dude was helping Sadie in Harold's absence. Just then the cowboy hat wearing teen stepped away from the station and started whispered as he passed by Bridgette and sent her a wink.
"I think he's into you." DJ whispered to Bridgette.
"Maybe." Bridgette said as she looked to Geoff again. "He is kinda cute."
DJ suddenly sped over to Geoff and gestured the party dude to go work his magic on Bridgette. DJ then gave Geoff the push he needed, quite literally in this case, and Geoff found himself next to Bridgette as she was working on the Lynnsagna. "You know, you look good when you're cooking dinner." Geoff complimented the surfer girl making her smile and blush a little…until, "Kinda like my friend Evan's really hot mom!"
"Excuse me?!" Bridgette yelled at Geoff as the mood and any feelings she may have had for Geoff at the moment took an instant 180.
"Geoff!" Quickly getting in between Geoff, who was still smiling and not realizing his mistake, and Bridgette, who was angrily glaring at Geoff, was DJ who was quick to try and get Geoff out of the situation he got himself into. "Heh, why don't you go get us some more cheese dude."
"Sure thing." Geoff nodded as he sent another wink to Bridgette. "Later Bridge." However, all Bridgette did was shake her head in response and went back to making the Lynnsagna.
CONFESSIONAL – DJ
"And you're back to zero on the relationship scale Geoff." DJ said while shaking his head.
"Careful your big paws don't mush the pastry." Currently at the dessert station, Duncan and Courtney were working on the dough for the cannoli while Dawn was making the vanilla custard. The aura reader even added in some berries she found in the woods. After washing them of course.
"Careful your uptight butt doesn't curdle the custard." Duncan said back to Courtney as he rolled the dough with a pin.
Just then, making Duncan stop his rolling, was Edward coming up to the dough…with a little chef's hat on his head. Turning around, the platypus started using his tail to flatten out the dough in a similar manner to how a beaver uses its tail to build a dam. "Is that sanitary?" Courtney asked as she and Duncan simply watched the scene.
"Eh, can't be worse than what Chef makes." Duncan shrugged and let the platypus do its thing.
"And Edward is a clean platypus as well." Dawn pointed out as she stirred the custard in a bowl. "Me and Lincoln make sure to give him a bath every morning."
CONFESSIONAL – DAWN
"Incase anyone was wondering, I put that chef's hat on Edward." Dawn explained with a giggle in her voice. "He wanted to wear it and it looks so adorable on him!"
Before Duncan or Courtney could say anything on the manner, everyone heard the doors to the Bass side of the kitchen open. DJ and Duncan smirked as they expected to see Harold wearing the only piece of underwear they didn't take from him and wished Geoff was still there to see it…only to see Harold wearing some of Lincoln's pants and a belt. DJ and Duncan's mouth gapped a bit as they saw the sight as a few of the others rose a brow at seeing the cloths Harold was wearing. "Harold, are those Lincoln's pants?" Sadie asked as Harold went over to her.
"Uh-huh." Harold nodded in confirmation. "I couldn't find any of my pants and stuff so he let me borrow some of his. He's a pretty good guy."
"Ah well just doin the right thing is all." Now stepping into the kitchen was Lincoln who simply shrugged at Harold's compliment with a smile as he went over to DJ and Bridgette. "Couldn't help but see the pickle Harold was in and couldn't leave a brother hanging like that ya know?" While DJ just blinked a bit in surprised at Lincoln 'accidently' ruining the prank, Lincoln's eyes met Duncan's. When the two were looking at each other, Lincoln gave the delinquent a smirk that made Duncan gasp and soon growl and glare at Lincoln.
CONFESSIONAL – DUNCAN
"Oh grandpa just made a BIG mistake!" Duncan said with an irritated and threatening voice. "No one, and I mean no one, messed up my pranks and gets away with it."
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
"Man, compared to what I have to deal with back home with Luan Duncan's pranks are child's play to deal with." Lincoln explained with a smirk as he leaned against the wall of the outhouse. "But I rather not deal with the pranks then deal with them. So, I gotta get those three to stop. Doubt Duncan will so that just leaves Geoff and DJ. Geoff was a little tough to figure out but DJ was easy after he made some choice words that gave me something to work with."
"Welp, enough of that. Come on DJ, Bridgette, let's make my dad proud." Lincoln said after washing his hands as he joined the two at the area they were doing their cooking.
"Actually…now I gotta use the bathroom." Bridgette revealed in a bit of an embarrassed tone. Here Lincoln came back from using the bathroom, at least that's what she thought, and now she had to use it. "Sorry…"
"Hey don't worry about it Bridge." Lincoln shrugged as he happily let Bridgette go do her business. "Can't control when our bladders act up."
"Yeah, we can handle things for a few minutes." DJ reassured the surfer girl.
"Thanks guys." Bridgette said before putting her hands in her hoodie pockets and went off to do her business.
"Welp, time to get cooking." Lincoln said as he put on a white apron. "You ready DJ?"
"Yep! Time to make good old fashion cooking." DJ said as he grabbed some cooking utensils and was ready to help make the lynnsagna. "Just like my momma use to make."
Lincoln hummed in response. It was a safe bet in calling DJ a momma's boy. He's mentioned her quite a few times and even has a picture of her on one of the drawers in the cabin. Just then a light bulb hit Lincoln. He knew exactly how to get DJ to stop bullying Harold and momma DJ was gonna help with that. "I take it you look up to her?" Lincoln asked in a casual tone.
"For sure dude." DJ immediately responded with no amount of thinking required for this question. "My momma is the most important person to me. I'd do anything to make her proud."
"Really?" Lincoln inquired as he raised a brow at DJ before narrowing his eyes at the brick house a bit. "I wonder if she'll be proud by the fact she raised a bully."
DJ was immediately taken aback by this statement. "W-What?!" The brick house stuttered in a bit of shock. Why would Lincoln call him a bully? He didn't do anything wrong…right? "What are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying." Lincoln shrugged as he looked away from DJ and at the dish in front of them with the white head working on it as he talked. "How do you think your momma would feel if she was watching this episode and saw you picking on and pranking Harold?"
"W-wait that's not…" DJ's voice was squeaky. The brick house started to shake and it even sounded like he wasn't believing his own words. "It's just some harmless fun man…"
"That's what all the bullies say~" Lincoln stated as a bit of finishing blow. And it was true. He's heard plenty of bullies back home say that.
"No! I'm not a bully! I'm not!" Tears actually started falling out of DJ's eyes as he fell to his knees, getting the attention of everyone in the kitchen from both sides, as he covered his face with his hands. "Oh momma! Noooo!"
"Hey, hey, hey, its ok big guy." Lincoln then went to DJ's side and wrapped an arm around the brick house and spoke to him in a reassuring tone. Looks like his planned worked but he still thought DJ was an overall good guy and just want him to make things right. "We've all made mistakes like that before. Even I admit I've been a jerk a few times. Just apologize to Harold, and don't do it again man."
"Oh you're right…" DJ sniffled a bit as he stood back up with Lincoln patting his back. "Momma raised me better than that."
"We're guys man." Lincoln told DJ as he handed the brick house a napkin so DJ could wipe his face clean. "We do stupid things without thinking about them."
"Yeah, I guess we do." DJ couldn't help but smile a bit at this and looked down at Lincoln. "Thanks Linc, I owe you one."
"It's fine man, really. Just apologize to Harold and we're square." Lincoln told DJ who nodded in response. "And don't worry about the whole laundry thing, I talked to Harold about it and he promised never to do it again."
"Thanks man." DJ then quickly went to go keep his end of the deal and went over to Harold. While everyone was watching and heard bits and pieces of what was happening, DJ still wanted to make sure Harold knew. "Hey Harold, I just wanna say I'm sorry for messing with you. It won't ever happen again I swear."
Harold looked at DJ silently for a moment before smiling and nodding. "Thanks man." The ginger said to the brick house who was overjoyed at Harold accepting his apology. "Apology accepted."
Duncan watched it all with a dropped jaw. His whole 'messing with Harold' plan was quickly falling apart. It only got worse when DJ walked over to Duncan and said. "I'm sorry Duncan, but I'm not helping you prank Harold anymore." DJ told the delinquent who growled a bit as he looked to Lincoln who was giving him a shit eating grin. "Momma didn't raise no bully and I don't intend to be one."
DJ then walked away right as Duncan ended up gripping a spoon so hard that it broke. Giggling was then heard as the delinquent snapped over to Dawn who was the source of the giggling. "You're enjoying this aren't you?!" Duncan angrily yelled to the aura reader.
"Every second of it, yes." Dawn bluntly said to Duncan with a small smirk on her face.
As this was happening…a certain queen bee Gopher was watching with narrowed eyes.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Looks like this goody two shoes is gonna be more trouble than I thought." Heather admitted as she had to admit, it seemed Lincoln had a talent for getting people to side with him and such.
Just then the door leading into the Gophers half of the kitchen slammed opened and revealed Owen carrying a crate of oranges…with hornet stings all over his body. "It's okay, everyone! I'm back!" Owen reassured everyone with a chuckle as everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the buy guy covered in stings. "Trent! Head's up!"
Owen then proceeded to throw the crate at Trent…which landed right on his face and quickly sent the guitarist to the depths of unconsciousness.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Things are going perfectly except for Owen's hornet stings and Trent's concussion, which means he's out of today's challenge." Heather explained as she tried to keep her spirits high as she raised her fist into the air. "But still, this challenge is totally ours." Heather couldn't keep up the act anymore and proceeded to face palm and lost all hope in winning the cooking challenge.
A little later after Trent was taken to the infirmary, Beth was seen slicing pineapples into slices as Heather walked up to her and examined the braces wearing girl's work. "These slices are totally uneven." The queen bee complained making Beth slump down. "Switch places with Leshawna."
Beth was about to do that only to be stopped by Leshawna herself. "What are you talking about?" Leshawna said as she looked over Beth's work herself. "They look fine to me."
"Um, I didn't get to be head chef because of poor presentation!" Heather immediately snapped and showed she wasn't in the mood for any back talk. They were already on a losing streak and down a man for the challenge, they couldn't afford any screw ups.
"No! You got to be head chef because you called it!" Leshawna snapped right back at Heather as she got into the queen bee's face. "And who you think you foolin' with this crispy white apron power trip you on?!"
"Are you gonna be a team player or not?!" Heather continued yelling causing everyone from both sides of the kitchen to look at the argument going on between Heather and Leshawna.
"Ooh, I'm a team player, all right, but I'm also allergic to pineapple!" Leshawna explained if she handed pineapple without protection like gloves she'll quickly break out in a rash.
"Just get slicing. Now!" Heather ordered as Beth quickly went to Leshawna's previous station with said girl growling and taking the station Beth was just at. "Thanks, guys."
Leshawna glared as Heather walked away with a smile on her face and started aggressively stabbing the pineapple on the cutting board rather than cutting it. "Ooh! Two-faced, bossy, little-Ooh! Ugh!" Leshawna soon had to stop as just as she knew the contact she made with the pineapple, along with some of its juices getting on her skin, caused her hands and arms to break out in a rash. "Yo! What do you recommend I do about this?"
"Yo, I recommend you scratch after we win." Heather narrowed her eyes at Leshawna as the girl walked up to Heather and showed the queen bee her arms. "Get back to work." Heather then crossed her arms and walked away as Leshawna was about to charge at and probably assault Heather only for the rest of the female members of their team to hold her back.
"Hehehe, this is gonna be awesome." Geoff chuckled with the party dude currently seen right behind the main lodge with both a tray full of stuff to make sandwiches with…as well as a bag full of all of Harold's underwear that he had stolen earlier. Despite finding out from Duncan that DJ bailed on their plan to prank Harold, him and Duncan could still pull this off just fine. And the prank Geoff was currently working on was putting Harold's underwear in a sandwich and have the ginger eat it.
And Geoff was about to get right on that until-
"Well, well, well…" Geoff flinched a bit as he turned around, hiding the bag of undies behind his back, as he saw Lincoln walking up to him with his arms crossed. "What brings you out here Geoff?"
"Oh, uh, ya know. Just…" Geoff was constantly shifting his gaze around and trying to look anywhere other then Lincoln's eyes as the Loud boy was giving him a rather hard gaze. "Making sandwiches! Yeah! Just wanting to make something for us all to snack on while we work is all!"
"That so?" Lincoln rose a brow, his eyes still narrowed and his foot tapping repeatedly against the ground. "Then why don't you make them inside? Seems like it'd be more convenient then making them out here."
"Well, it's just, um, things taste better when you make them outside! Yeah that's it!" Geoff seemed rather proud of this excuse, despite the look on Lincoln's face showing he wasn't buying it for a second, and kept going with it. "Just wanted everyone to be able to enjoy a nice outdoor made sandwich is all!"
"I suppose that's fair." Lincoln decided to play along with Geoff. From the time he's spent with the party dude it was obvious he had a hard time reading how other people felt. And it was clear to see he was unaware that the Loud boy was onto him…yet. "Then what are you hiding behind your back?"
"Uuuuuum…" Now Geoff may have become a bit aware of the situation at hand. A few beads of sweat came off the party dude's head as he revealed his left empty hand. "Nothing dude, see?"
"You have two hands." Lincoln pointed out making Geoff flinch a bit as he shifted his eyes to his other arm which was both still hidden and was carrying the bag of undies. "Stop hiding it dude and show what you got. Although I feel like I already know based on the situation with Harold."
"…Crap." Geoff muttered at what Lincoln said. Seeing as how there was no way he could possibly get out of this, Geoff hesitantly revealed his other hand from behind it's back…with Lincoln seeing a bag that contained all of Harold's underwear.
"Uh-huh, just what I thought." Lincoln nodded before he glared and crossed his arms at Geoff. "Seriously dude, not cool!"
"It's just a prank bro." Geoff defended himself which only got Lincoln to narrow his eyes at him. "I don't see what the big deal is. Besides, he had this coming."
"No he didn't. I bet if I saw your room dirty laundry would be completely covering the floor." Lincoln claimed as Geoff scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze. The party dude wasn't exactly denying this claim. "And what you call pranking I would call bullying." Just then Lincoln smirked as an idea came to him. "And ya know…I bet Bridgette would call it bullying as well~"
Geoff's eyes snapped completely opened as the party dude finally looked at Lincoln. "What…" Geoff let out as Lincoln gave the party dude a toothy smirk.
"Alright Geoff, here's the deal." Lincoln said as he puffed his chest out at Geoff a little. "If you don't stop messing with Harold, I'll tell Bridgette everything you've been doing."
"…You wouldn't." Geoff said with a worried wince."
"Try me cowboy~" Lincoln challenged as he locked his eyes with Geoff's…before bolting towards the front of the main lodge.
"WAIT!" Geoff called out as he tried to stop Lincoln from spilling the beans of his pranks to Bridgette, dropping the bag of underwear on the ground in the process. "STOP!" He saw Lincoln quickly enter the main lodge with the party dude quickly following. Geoff did his best to catch up to Lincoln and followed the white head into their teams' side of the kitchen where there running quickly got the attention of their team. Thankfully Duncan wasn't there at the moment.
"Uh, what's going on?" Coincidentally, it was Bridgette who walked up and asked the question to the two boys with a confused expression on her face.
"Oh nothing." Lincoln said with a calm and cool tone as he straightened up his cloths with Geoff audibly gulping, fearing Lincoln would reveal everything. "I just wanted to ask you a question Bridgette."
Geoff brief a sigh of relief as the surfer girl said. "Alright, shoot."
"I just wanted to know…" Lincoln rubbed his chin and pretended to give the question he wanted to ask some thought. "How do you feel about…bullies?"
Geoff flinched a bit as Bridgette put on a sour face. "What's there to say about them." One could detect a bit of disgust and disappointment in Bridgette's tone as she gave her opinion on the matter. "They're a bunch of petty jerks who think they're tough just because they unfairly pick on people weaker than them and get pleasure out of other's humiliation and pain. I don't know how they live with themselves."
Geoff felt his blood go a bit cold at Bridgette's description while Lincoln slowly nodded his head. "Ya know, I couldn't agree more with you Bridge." Lincoln said to the surfer girl before smirking and turning to Geoff. "What about you Geoff? Isn't Bridgette completely right?"
Geoff did his best to put a smile on his face and rapidly nod at the surfer girl. "Y-Y-Y-Yeah! T-Totally!" Geoff stuttered violently making Bridgette raise a brow on him. "Petty jerks and…all that…yeah. Totally." Bridgette gave Geoff a weird expression before shrugging and going back to work. Geoff then looked to Lincoln and saw the white head crossing his arms at him. "Alright…" Geoff finally relented as he sigh and slumped down a bit. "I'll stop messing with Harold…"
"And?" Lincoln said.
"And I'll return all of his underwear and pants." Geoff said as he knew where Lincoln was going with this.
"And?" Lincoln said once more.
"And I'll apologize to Harold…" Geoff stated with a sigh.
Lincoln then patted Geoff on the shoulder a few times with a victorious smile. "Pleasure doin business with ya." Lincoln then went back to work as Geoff went off to complete his list of things to do so Lincoln doesn't tell Bridgette what he was up to.
SCREAMING GOPHERS
Currently Lindsay was looking at the upside-down cake she and Gwen made in confusion as Heather walked up to the dumb blond. "What's wrong?" Heather asked as she put her arms to her hips.
"Uh, we used all the flambé start, but it won't flambé." Lindsay explained as the cake wouldn't truly be a flambé cake if it didn't…well…flambé.
"Nothing happened when you lit it?" Heather asked as if they used all of the liquid then it should have lighted up easily once it was lit.
"Ohhhh." Lindsay then realized she may have forgotten to actually light up the cake.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"It's like talking to an eggplant." Heather deadpanned into the camera.
"Pay attention, girls. This is how you flambé." Heather explained to Gwen and Lindsay with a bit of a condescending tone as the queen bee grabbed a lighter. "Step one, pour the flambé liquid, which you did manage. Step two of two, light it." Heather then ignited the lighter, held it up to the cake, and-
POOF!
Due to the amount of liquid on the cake, when Heather lit it up a mini explosion was created charring both the cake…and her face completely black. Gwen covered her mouth to hold in her giggles as Heather quickly grabbed a pan and used it to see her reflection. And once two bacon pieces left on the pan moved out of the way…Heather saw her eyebrows had been burnt off.
"AAAAAAAHHHH! MY EYEBROWS!" Heather shrieked as she quickly used an arm to cover the upper part of her face. First, she was paralyzed and peed on, on television and now her eyebrows were burnt off. ON TELEVISION! "OWEN!"
Owen suddenly came up to Heather at rather impressive speeds and excitedly asked. "Is it lunch time?"
"No!" Heather yelled irritably at Owen. How could he think of lunch when a crisis like this was going on?! "Go get my make-up bag out of the cabin!"
"But…the bees." Owen said in a fearful tone. He knew they were still out there…waiting for him.
"NOW!" Heather snapped as she pointed the pan in her hand at the door. Owen had no choice and slumped down as he headed out of the kitchen once again today.
As Heather looked at her reflection in the pan again, Leshawna poked her shoulder to get the queen bee's attention. "Excuse me." Leshawna said as she showed off her rash covered arms again. "I need a bathroom break."
"Well, evidently, I need new eyebrows. But we don't always get what we want, do we?" Heather was just about done with everyone on her team as she slammed her head down on the table in front of her and yelled. "Ugh! It's like I'm on a team of morons!"
CONFESSIONAL – LESHAWNA
"Oh, that is it." Leshawna growled out as she slammed her fist into an open palm. "Someone's gotta teach this girl a little respect."
KILLER BASS
Lincoln was seen preparing the cheese for the Lynnsagna while whistling a happy tune. He was quite proud of himself. He got both DJ and Geoff to leave Harold alone and return all his stolen stuff. None of their pranks were pulled off, and they were currently doing really well with their cooking if he said so himself. Everything seemed to be going right for the Bass.
"Alright buddy! You got some explaining to do!" Until Duncan grabbed Lincoln shoulder and forcibly turned the Loud boy around so he could glare right into Lincoln's face. "I'm kinda pissed at you right now. Care to guess why?"
"Oh I don't know." Lincoln shrugged casually and refused to be intimidated or scared of Duncan. "Because I stood up for Harold and put a stop to your little pranking scheme?"
Duncan scoffed in response and rolled his eyes. "Why are you even standing up for him?" Duncan asked as he poked Lincoln hard in the chest. "The pipsqueak's a total nerd!"
"A total nerd huh?" Lincoln questioned as he sent a glare right back at Duncan. The delinquent, as well as the rest of the Bass who had their attention on the scene happening, watched as Lincoln puffed his chest out and put his hands to his hips. "Because good sir, I AM A NERD TOO!"
This game as a surprise to nearly all the Bass as they all let out a loud. "WHAT?!" With one exception being Dawn who, of course, already knew that and smiled proudly at Lincoln for revealing this to everyone.
"That's right." Lincoln confirmed as he got right into Duncan's face. "When I'm at home I like reading comic books, drawing my own comic books, playing video games and watching ghost hunting shows!"
CONFESSIONAL – GEOFF
"Wow…" The party dude let out in a surprised tone. "Didn't see that coming."
CONFESSIONAL – DAWN
"I'm glad he finally told everyone." Dawn said with a proud tone. "There was no need for him to fear revealing his true self. That just makes him cuter." Dawn then realized what she said causing her eyes to widen. "Wait..."
CONFESSIONAL – DUNCAN
"Great. Just great." Duncan grunted angrily. "The only thing worse than a nerd is multiple nerds that gang together."
CONFESSIONAL – DJ
"Lincoln's a good guy." DJ stated with a smile on his face, not feeling any different of Lincoln despite his interest. "He helped me realize what I was doing was wrong. So what if he's into the more geeky stuff? He's cool by my book."
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
"Feels really nice to let that out." Lincoln explained with a rather happy smile on his face. A massive weight off his chest for revealing his nerdy and geekiness. "Kinda scared how it would make them all think of me, but for the most part, I think it'll all be ok."
"Now if you excuse me…" Lincoln then turned his back to Duncan and focused on the Lynnsagna again. "I need to get back to work."
Duncan glared at Lincoln and was about to go up to him again, only for a growl to stop him. Looking down, Duncan saw Edward standing in front of him and growling at the delinquent. Duncan wasn't intimidated by Edward…until he showed off his poisonous ankle barb. The same one that paralyzed Heather during the last challenge. Duncan backed up a bit to avoid being stabbed by the mammal and sent one last glare to Lincoln. "This ain't over." Duncan claimed before walking away.
SCREAMING GOPHERS
Heather was waiting near the door of the Gopher side of the kitchen with her foot tapping the ground impatiently. Her face was now clean but still eyebrowless so she just had to wait for Owen to return with her make up bag. And the big guy was taking longer to get here then she would have liked. Finally, the door opened revealing Owen with Heather's make up bag…with Owen's body all lumpy due to withstanding even more hornet stings.
But instead of being concerned like a decent human being, Heather immediately asked for her bag. "Don't just stand there!" Heather ordered as she held her hand out. "Give it!"
"Purple gerbil fish bag…" Owen slurred as he proceeded to fall to the ground while accidently throwing Heather's make up bag.
The queen bee quickly went to catch it…only for Leshawna to beat her to it and run off with it. "Hey!" Heather yelled at the girl with a tude as she ran after her.
"Beth!" Leshawna called out too as she threw the bag to the braces wearing girl. Beth caught it while standing on the table and held it up so that Heather couldn't reach it.
"Gimme!" Heather demanded as she tried to grab the bag from Beth. However Beth quickly threw the bag to Gwen and when Heather went up to her, the goth tossed it to Lindsay.
Once the dumb blond had it, Leshawna called out to Lindsay. "In the fridge!" Leshawna told Lindsay as she opened up the door to the walk-in freezer. Lindsay looked down at the bag and wondered what she should do. Heather snapped her fingers in front of Lindsay and held out her hand and fully expected the dumb blond to hand it over…however…
"Whoops." With a smirk on her face, Lindsay tossed the bag over her shoulder and into the freezer.
Heather screamed and ran into the fridge to get it. The queen bee finally had her make up bag and smiled a bit…only for Leshawna to close the walk-in door and lock her up in there. "Hey! You can't do this!" Heather yelled as she ran up to the door and tried to get it open. "I'm head chef!"
"Do you think Heather's really mad at us?" Outside the fridge, Lindsay, Beth, and Leshawna held their ears to the door to listen to Heather struggle inside with the former asking the question.
"I will destroy you!" Heather yelled as she pounded against the door with her weeps soon being heard.
"She'll get over it." Leshawna stated with a shrug. She really couldn't care less how the queen bee felt about it. She just wanted to focus on the joy she was feeling from locking the mean girl in the freezer. "Girl needs to learn how to chill."
MEAL TIME
It was time. Both teams had all three courses made and Chris was sitting in a table in the main part of the lunchroom and was ready to try what the two teams have made for him. With their Hawaiian theme, the Gophers had set up a ring of flowers on the left side of the table, with Beth placing a strange looking tiki doll in the center of it, with the Bass setting up a candle opera to go with their Italian theme.
Leshawna had put Owen in charge of guarding the food so the other team couldn't possibly sabotage it somehow. Similarly, the Bass put Edward in charge of guarding their food with the platypus having his barbs out.
Chris was currently eating the antipasto made by Harold and Sadie after eating the pineapple slices from the Gophers and giving it a score of 9 points. After swallowing some of the Italian dish, Chris smiled and looked to Sadie and Harold. "Your antipasto passed the testo with a score of eight out of ten!" Chris told the two Bass who smiled in response. It was a point less than Gophers but they were confident they could beat it.
"Here ya go." Lincoln, DJ, and Bridgette then came out with the former placing a plate in front of Chris that had a slice of Lynnsagna on it. "May I present…the Lynnsagna!"
"Hmmm, weird name. But the taste is where the test truly lies!" Chris stated as he used his fork to scoop up a piece of the slice and stuff it into his mouth. Chris's eyes slowly widened as the host went still. Lincoln smirked as he fully expected this reaction while DJ and Bridgette looked worried…until Chris quickly ate up the rest of it. "Oh yeah dude! Now that is a lasagna! 18 out of ten!"
The three Bass cheered in response as the Gophers all looked shocked at the high score the Bass got with the main dish. "Now let's see how the Gophers follow up." Chris spoke up as he looked to the Gophers and waited for their main dish.
Leshawna smirked and was confident their ribs could beat the Lynnsagna as she walked into the kitchen. However, everyone else ended up hearing Leshawna gasping loudly and soon yelled. "Tell me you did not just eat that entire plate of ribs!" The Gophers that were still out of the kitchen all had their jaws dropped as Owen was forced out of the kitchen…carrying a plate of rib bones that he put in front of Chris.
"Yeah…" Chris slowly began with an unamused look. "This looks like it's uh, been eaten."
"Not all of it." Owen claimed as he pointed to a small piece of meat that was still left on the bones. "I think there's a tiny chunk left on that…bone. Over there." Chris looked to where Owen was pointing and saw the small piece of meat for himself. "Yeah, there."
Chris ripped the last piece of meat off of the ribs and put it into his mouth. After tasting and chewing for a second, Chris swallowed it and said. "You know what? I've had worse." The host claimed making Owen perk up a bit. "Two points! Ooh, close, Owen." Owen and the other Gophers slumped down at the low score. "The Bass are dominating so far with a score of 26 to 11. Time for dessert!"
First up was the Bass' dessert with Chris using a new clean fork to pick up the dessert with and took a moment to taste it before swallowing. "Mmmmm, love the berries in the custard." Chris said with Dawn clapping in response that the host was liking the touch she added to the dessert. "Eight points!"
Chris then looked to the camera and said, "The Bass have 34 points. So the Gophers dessert really needs to step up to the plate with this one." The gophers then presented the cake to the host who couldn't help but admire it for a moment as the Gophers had decorated the cake with frosting and fruit to hide what happened to it earlier. "But I have to say, this dessert looks like a winner." The Gophers smiled eagerly, thinking there was still hope for them winning as Chris put his fork to the cake and-
Poof!
Only for the cake to practically disintegrate when Chris connected his fork to it with only a small black ball remaining. "Oh that's not good." Leshawna said as Chris eyed the remains of the dessert with a raised brow.
But he still had a job to do. So picking up the burnt ball with his fork, Chris put it to his mouth…and soon started to choke on it. "Hang on, there!" Owen was quick to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Chris and successfully made the host cough up the ball of burntness. "Hah! Yes! Got it!
"What the heck is this?" Chris asked the Gophers quite angrily.
"It's Heather's recipe!" Lindsay explained before she violently gasped. She may have just remembered where Heather was and for how long she was in there exactly. "Oh, my gosh! She's still in the fridge!"
Chris gave the Gophers a confused look at this. "What?" Leshawna shrugged as she crossed her arms. "Girl was making everyone trip."
"Oh, I hear that." Chris fully agreed with Leshawna. Heather also got on his nerves a lot to. Which was part of many reasons why he enjoyed seeing her get taken down by Edward last episode.
But soon he and Owen gained shocked and horrified faces at what they saw come out of the kitchen. "Oh, the horror!" Owen gasped out as he couldn't look away from what he was seeing.
Heather. With blue skin from being in the fridge for so long had poorly drawn on eyebrows that made it look like two rectangles were hanging above her eyes. "You guys are s-s-s-so dead!" Heather yelled and violently shivered to her teammates. "Is it over?"
"It is!" Chris nodded at Heather's question. "The Bass win 34 to 12 and it's not just 'cause I almost died. The ribs sucked, too."
"Great! That's just great! Why do we keep losing, people?!" Words could not describe how angry Heather was right now. Today alone, her eyebrows were burned off, she was locked in the fridge, and then her team had lost. For the third time in a row. Again! Heather then looked to the table and saw the tiki statue. "And what is this? I didn't approve this!"
Everyone then looked to the tiki doll on the table…with Dawn's eyes widening as she gasped violently when she looked to the doll. "Oh my gosh! Thats it!" Dawn yelled getting everyone's eyes on her as she pointed to Beth's tiki doll. "That's whats cursing your team!"
Everyone, even Chris, gasped at the information Dawn gave as they looked to the tiki statue. "Curse?" Heather gasped out as she looked at the tiki statue. "What curse!?"
"Ever since the Boney Island challenge a darkness has been covering your team and it's only gotten worse every day." Dawn explained to the Gophers, with Beth in particular wincing a bit. "I didn't think it would be bad."
"You what?!" Heather gasped at Beth.
"You took that from Boney Island?!" Chris yelled at the braces wearing girl as he slammed his hands down on the table. "The deadliest island in Muskoka! The island I specifically said not to take anything from or you'll be cursed?"
"Yeah…" Beth slowly confirmed. She honestly had no idea. She was in the bathroom when Chris explained that for heaven's sake! "I didn't know! I'll put it back!"
Beth then took the tiki statue and quickly ran out of the main lodge in order to do what needed to be done. After she left, Chris put his usual smile back on as he looked to the camera. "Alright, looks like the Bass are staying at a solid 9 members while the Gophers will be down to six. And as promised, the winners will be enjoying a reward tonight. A five-star dinner under the stars."
All the Bass jumped and cheered in response with Duncan in particular picking up Courtney and hugged her. Courtney laughed at first as she said. "Okay! Put me down!" Courtney then went from laughing to glaring as she demanded. "Put me down!"
Duncan obliged and set Courtney down as Harold stuck his head out from inside the kitchen. "Hey." The ginger got everyone's attention. "Where'd all the left overs go?"
"BURP!" A loud burp got everyone's attention…but it didn't come from a human. Nope. Everyone all looked to see Edward had been the one to release the burp.
"Hahahaha." Geoff laughed a bit as he smiled down at Edward. "Nice one little dude."
"Oh you little rascal." Dawn said as she picked up Edward and looked into his eyes. "You're gonna get a tummy ache if you eat so much."
"Brbrbrbr." Edward said in response.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Today's vote was really hard." Heather claimed with still blue skin with a blanket wrapped around her. "But only because there were so many annoying people to choose from."
CONFESSIONAL – LINDSAY
"I can't believe we locked her in the fridge!" Lindsay laughed while holding her stomach. "That was so cool!" Lindsay then stopped laughing and gave a bit of a fearful look to the camera. "She's not going to hear this, is she?"
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Leshawna is a royal pain in the butt." Heather started ranting about her teammates. "And Owen completely screwed up everything for us."
CONFESSIONAL – LINDSAY
"Her eyebrows look so bad!" Lindsay laughed again at the horrible eyebrow job Heather gave herself while stuck in the freezer. "I'd kinda like to vote Heather off, but…"
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"I vote for Beth." Heather gave her final decision of who'd she be voting for.
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"…Beth." The big guy burped out.
THAT NIGHT
The fire seemed to be burning extra hot tonight, which was a good thing for Heather, as the Gophers were once again seen at the bonfire ceremony. Even Trent managed to make it with the guitarist holding an ice pack to his head. "I've got seven Gophers sitting in front of me tonight. But only six fluffy bits of sweet safety in my hands." Chris said while holding up his plate of marshmallows. "So good luck. When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow. Leshawna. Owen. Gwen." The three mentioned campers all smiled and went to go get their sweet white treat. "Trent. Lindsay."
And with that, there was a single marshmallow on the plate. The campers remaining without one being Beth and Heather. "Heather, Beth. It's down to you." Chris said as Beth shook violently and crossed her fingers on both hands with Heather narrowing her eyes at the last marshmallows. "Whoever doesn't get this last marshmallow must immediately walk The Dock of Shame and leave on the Boat of Losers. Forever."
The tension in the air was practically visible as the two girls never tore their eyes off the marshmallow on Chris's plate. "The final marshmallow goes to…" Beads of sweat came down from Beth's forehead while Heather tightened her fist so much her knuckles started to go white. This dramatic tension kept up until Chris made the announcement. "Heather."
Beth gasped and lowered her head as Heather smiled. "You heard him. Boat of Losers, that-a-way." Heather rubbed salt into Beth's wounds as she spoke with a mocking tone. "That really was stupid of you to take that doll from the island."
"See ya girl." Leshawna said to Beth as the braces wearing girl walked over to the dock of shame in a slump.
"That's it for tonight." Chris announced as he tossed his plate aside. "And you might wanna burn some sage to get rid of any lingering curse vibes."
"Cool. Will Chef give us some sage?" Leshawna asked.
"Nope." Chris said getting all the Gophers to frown at him. "So…good luck with that."
All of the Gophers then sighed as Chris walked away until Owen spotted something. "Hey wait!" Owen got his teammate's attention as he pointed to someone who was currently walking around. "There's Lincoln!"
All of the Gophers, except Heather who simply rolled her eyes and decided to stay close to the fire, proceeded to go over Lincoln and got the Loud boy's attention. "Oh hey guys." Lincoln greeted them. "Let me guess, Beth?"
"Yep." Gwen confirmed with a nod. "Also, we were wondering if Dawn had some sage we could use?"
"Um, I think so." Lincoln hummed as he raised a brow at the Gophers. "But why would you guys be asking me?"
"…" The Gophers were all silent as they gave Lincoln blank looks.
Lincoln then a sigh as he nodded. "Yeah, she does." The Loud boy confirmed making the Gophers smile again. "I'll go get some."
And with that comes an end to yet another episode of Total. Drama. Island!