"Last time on Total Drama Island…" Chris recounted the events that happened in the last episode. "The fourteen surviving campers were put through Master Chief Hatchet's brutal boot camp. Duncan was the first to be sent to the brig by Major Harshines for disorderly conduct. Shocker! But what was a surprise was when by-the-book Courtney smuggled food to P.O.W. Duncan. The two proceeded to pull a B&E to steal some PB&J and ended up K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Hoo. Similar to the Awake-a-thon, Dawn and Gwen were the last two standing for their team. But also similar to that challenge, it was Dawn who prevailed and won the challenge for her team. And here I thought all hippies did was smoke pot and smell bad. Seriously though, I'm positive that girl is magic or something. In the end though, thanks to Heather bribing Owen with some left-over chocolate, we had to say goodbye to Trent. So while Courtney finally got a man, Gwen was forced to part with hers. This week the campers are pushed to the extreme. Who will crack under the pressure? Find out right now on Total. Drama. Island!"
Lincoln was humming as he drew in his drawing journal. Edward was sleeping next to him and no longer aiding Chef and Chris so him and Dawn decided it was just best to forgive and forget with their platypus. As Lincoln focused on his current drawing, all the guys were sound asleep and snoring. All except one…
"Hehe, man can that girl can kiss." Lincoln heard the door creak open and coming into the cabin was none other than the Killer Bass' resident delinquent Duncan. Looking, Lincoln smirked a bit as he saw that Duncan's mohawk was ruffled up a bit and he had lipstick all over his face. The lipstick Courtney always uses. "And she didn't even need me to teach her that."
"I take it you and Courtney had a pleasant morning?" Lincoln asked the delinquent with a sly smirk on his face.
"You better believe it." Duncan answered as he grabbed a rag and used it to wipe all the lipstick off his face. "I knew that girl had a wild side but it looks like that was only the tip of the ice berg. And what a sexy ice berg it is~"
"Well I'm happy for ya guys." Lincoln stated as he hopped off his bed. While Duncan wasn't exactly Lincoln's favorite person in the world, Courtney was his friend. And if Duncan made her happy, then hey, who was he to argue with it. "Bout time you two got together."
"Well good things come to those who wait grandpa." Duncan said with Lincoln rolling his eyes at that last part. Just then Duncan turned to Lincoln and gave the Loud boy a sly smirk of his own as he leaned against the wall. "So when are you and Dawn gonna start making out?"
Lincoln's face quickly exploded with red causing Duncan to gain an amused expression. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" Lincoln claimed as he crossed his arms and turned his back to Duncan. "Me and Dawn are just friends. That's it."
"Oh really?" Duncan raised part of his unibrow while still smirking. Just then he spotted the journal in Lincoln's hand and quickly snatched it from the white head. "Then what do you have in here?"
"Hey! Give it back!" Lincoln yelled as Duncan held him back with one arm and used his other to open up the journal and see what was inside. Sure enough, the part of the journal Duncan opened up showed a beautifully done pencil drawing of Dawn on a rock in lotus position with a bunch of butterflies surrounding her. "Uuuuh…"
"Dude, you've got it bad." Duncan smirked as he tossed the journal back to Lincoln. He's seen all he needed to see to prove his point.
"Pfft, no I don't." Lincoln continued to deny.
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
"…Crap I totally do…" Lincoln stated as he slumped down.
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS
"Indeed you do Lincoln." Chris said with his usual grin as he rubbed his hands together. "Ok look, me and Chef have a little bet going on between Lincoln and Dawn. If Lincoln kisses first, Chef's gonna pony up fifty bucks. If Dawn kisses first, I gotta get Chef the fifty bucks."
CONFESSIONAL – CHEF
"You're going down Chris!" Chef claimed, fully confident that Dawn will end up making the first move.
Before Duncan could say anything else, the sounds of a plane flying outside were heard and quickly woke everyone from both sides of both cabins up. Making their way outside, all thirteen campers saw Chris flying around in a plane, even making them duck as he flew over them. "Yes!" Chris cheered while wearing a Star Wars pilot costume. "I can't wait to get my pilot's license!" Right as Chris said this, he ended up crashing into an outhouse and revealing a bear that had stolen multiple bags of marshmallows.
Once Chris had successfully managed to both land and stop his plane, the campers all walked over to the host as he opened the window and pulled out a megaphone. "Just flexing your muscles for today's…Extreme sports challenge!" Chris announced with the last part being through the megaphone and causing the campers to wince a bit. Many of them having bags under their eyes.
"Ugh…" Gwen groaned as she rubbed her heavy eyes. "It's too early for this." Gwen already lost Trent last challenge, the last thing she needed was another crazy challenge taking place early in the morning.
"This week, you'll participate in five challenges." Chris explained as he took out a sheet of paper and read from it. "First up, Extreme sofa bed skydiving!" Announcing it through the megaphone, Chris begun explaining the challenge as a door to the plane opened revealing Chef in a sky divers' outfit with an old and moldy sofa bed below him on the ground. "Contestants will plummet, uh…skydive to a waiting sofa bed target below." Everyone watched as Chef jumped down on the sofa bed only for it to close up once he hit it, all the campers wincing as they heard the buff chef's muffled screams. "Of course, you'll be skydiving from five thousand feet. And using these." Chris then threw out two parachutes making the campers gasp when they heard how far up they will be when they jump. "Our lucky contestants are Gwen and DJ!"
Both the goth and brick house gulped as they looked at each other fearfully. "Welp, good thing I didn't feel like living tomorrow." Gwen managed to squeak out.
"Yeah…" DJ whimpered a bit. "Me neither…"
"Now then, the second challenge of the day is…Extreme Water Obstacle Course Challenge!" Chris announced as he pointed to the lake where all the campers saw that a crazy obstacle course had been set up. "Two campers will compete to get the fastest time on the obstacle course consisted of the red beams of peril." The first part of the obstacle course was a balance beam with some red beams spinning around meant to knock whoever passed by off their feet if they didn't jump in time. "Then they must go past the boxing wall." Next part was a wall that one would have to shimmy through with boxing gloves emerging from holes in the wall at random. "And then the electric rope swing." After that was a series of ropes that the selected campers would have to swing across and in the water below were about a dozen electric eels threatening to shock anyone who fell in. "And then finally ending in the flaming cannon." That last part really made the campers eyes widen. "To complete the obstacle course, you must shoot yourself through a cannon, through a flaming hoop, and hit yourself on that target."
CONFESSIONAL – COURTNEY
"It's like the worlds most intense dolphin show." Courtney said with a stunned look.
"And the lucky victims are…Lincoln and Owen!" Chris revealed getting said campers to gasp.
"Welp, at least I can cross getting shot out of a cannon off my bucket list." Lincoln chuckled nervously with an equally nervous look on his face.
"And it's a good thing I'm well insulated…" Owen gulped nervously as he looked at the rope swing part of the obstacle course where the eels were swimming in the water below. "I hope…"
"And once that's over, the third challenge of the is…Extreme rodeo moose riding!" Chris announced as he gestured to where Chef now was and saw the camp's cook in front of a wooden pen containing a large moose. "Contestants will rodeo ride the great Canadian bucking moose for eight seconds or get hooved into a giant pile of socks from the lost-and-found." Everyone looked and put on a face of disgust as they saw a large pile of socks with flies swarming it and just eating up the free stink.
"That stink pile ain't nothing but laundry day back home." Leshawna claimed as she was one of the few not intimidated by this.
"It's your lucky day Leshawna." Chris said as he grinned at the girl with a tude. "You're riding for Gophers. And Geoff, you'll ride for Bass."
"Yeah!" Geoff cheered as he was actually pretty eager to ride that moose.
"He doesn't look too bucky to me." Owen claimed as he went up to the moose's pin and peaked in on the moose. "Hi beautiful." Owen was then quickly met with the moose punching Owen in the face with one of its forelegs.
"And the fourth challenge will be…Extreme Skateboarding!" Chris announced as he pointed to another point of the island. Everyone gasped and looked up as they saw a 100-foot-tall skateboard ramp. "Contestants will race down the ramp to the bottom. The ramp itself is rigged from top to bottom with explosives to add a bit of pizazz to the challenge. Whoever makes it down first without, um, exploding themselves wins! And our shredders for today will be…Dawn and Heather!"
Both girls' eyes widened as Chris tossed them each a skateboard. Heather looked to Dawn and asked. "Ever…been on a board before?" Dawn shook her head at the queen bee as Heather looked at her skateboard. "Well at least we're on equal ground then…"
CONFESSIONAL – LINCOLN
"Please! Please! Please! Please!" Lincoln begged while holding onto Edward tightly and accidentally chocking the poor egg laying mammal a bit. "If anyone is up there please let it be Heather who gets blown up!"
"And the final challenge…Extreme sea doo waterskiing!" Chris announced what the fifth and last challenge of the day would be as he pointed over to an area that didn't actually have any water and was just a lake of mud. "Contestants will water ski a race course grabbing as many flags as they can before crossing the finish line. While a member from the opposing team drives the sea doo."
"How can we water ski without water?" Heather questioned as she looked over the muddy area.
"It's really hard. Check it out." Chris continued to speak through his megaphone as he pointed to the area. They all saw Chef on dry land started up a sea doo…and then quickly proceeded to wipe out uncontrollably and crash into a tree, even knocking it down. "Awesome! Harold, you'll ski for Killer Bass."
"Sweet!" Harold cheered. Finally the perfect opportunity to put his mad skills to the test.
"And Lindsay for the Screaming Gophers." Chris told the Gophers dumb blond while still using his much beloved megaphone.
"Kewl!" Lindsay was actually happy about this as she struck a pose. "I can model my new bikini!"
"Now for the cool swag!" Chris then began announcing what everyone was really anticipating for from this challenge. The reward. "Whoever scores the most challenges gets bragging rights for the night, saves their butts from elimination and wins a tricked out Multi Massage Mobile Shower."
Everyone looked on in amazement as Chef played music on a harp in front of a beautiful, high quality, and most importantly, clean mobile shower. "Can it be?" Heather asked as she stared at the wonderous washing area with sparkles in her eyes.
"Oh, it be." Chris confirmed with a nod.
"It's so…beautiful…" Courtney said in amazement. She swore a single tear escaped her eye as she looked at it.
"A shower?" Owen said as he stuffed his face with marshmallows. The big guy wasn't really excited about the reward. They already had showers in the communal bathrooms. To him, this just seemed meaningless. "How 'bout something good?"
Just then Heather was back to her usual self as she got right into Owen's face with an intense glare. "Listen to me, you marshmallow eating goof!" Heather yelled right at Owen causing him to flinch and jump…and start choking on the marshmallow he was eating. "We are going to win that shower if it's the last thing we do, got it?" Owen then started to loudly gag and choke making Heather flinch and run away. Harold was quick to come to Owen's aid as the ginger slapped Owen's back as hard as he could and successfully rocketed the white treat out of Owen's esophagus. And to make it even better, it ended up hitting Heather in the back of the head.
"Okay, gang. Chow for breaky, then report back in twenty minutes for…" Chris then started up his plane, getting exhaust fumes in a few campers faces, as he spoke through his megaphone once again. "The Extreme Sports Challenge!"
Later, everyone was in the mess hall and quickly eating their food before they would have to go through a living hell today. Especially Owen as he finished plate after plate of food. And when he reached his final plate, he didn't even notice something was on it as he stuffed it all into his mouth before handing his dirty plate to Chef. Owen then released a burp causing the thing that was on his food to land on the stack of plates Chef was carrying. "Sweet grub, bro!" Owen complimented Chef before walking away.
Looking at what Owen burped up, Chef picked it up and saw it was some sort of note with a red heart in front. "For the girl with smoldering eyes?" Chef read what was in the note before tossing it aside.
Bridgette and Courtney happened to both watch and over hear this as the two girls walked up the table with Bridgette picking up the note and opening it up for both her and the CIT to read. "Oh wow." Courtney said as she and Bridgette couldn't help but laugh a bit at what they read. "Now that's an incredibly corny haiku if I've ever seen one."
"Whoa. Some dude's crushing big time." Bridgette chuckled as she finished reading the haiku. If there was a physical representation of a corny love poem, this would be it bar none. The surfer girl then looked to Courtney as a thought crossed her mind. "It's probably for you."
"Really?" Courtney asked as she looked over the poem. "I thought it might be for you actually."
"Yeah but didn't you and Duncan just become official?" Bridgette asked with a smirk that caused Courtney's face to blush red as the CIT nodded her head. "Maybe this is his way of sorta sealing the deal. Even showing a bit of his sensitive side to you."
Courtney giggled a bit. She already knew about Duncan's sensitive side, but maybe there was still a bit more to uncover. "But Geoff is always trying to impress you and get your attention." Courtney pointed as she remembered something that happened yesterday. "Remember what happened at the dock?"
Bridgette couldn't help but giggle and blush at the memory. "Yeah, he tried to water ski and Lincoln accidently backed into him with the sea doo." Both girls laughed fondly at the memory with Bridgette's face a pretty shade of pink.
"Then again…" Courtney began pointing out as she started to think that maybe Geoff wasn't the one to write this. "I doubt Geoff probably couldn't pronounce haiku, let alone write one."
The blush quickly left Bridgette's face as the surfer girl went from giggling at Geoff's past attempts to woo her to narrowing her eyes at Courtney for her words. "What's that supposed to mean?" The surfer girl said with a bit of anger in her voice.
"Nothing." Courtney claimed with a shrug as she looked back at the poem. "You have to admit Geoff isn't exactly the scholarly type."
"Oh, and I suppose Duncan is busy boning up on his Neitzche in his spare time?" Bridgette said as she snatched the poem away from Courtney making the CIT glare at her.
Courtney scoffed as she put her hands to her hips. "Well you don't know him the way I do!" Courtney claimed making Bridgette roll her eyes. "Besides, I bet Duncan is more Neitzche than Geoff is haiku-y!"
"Haiku-y?" Bridgette returned Courtney's scoff as Courtney tried to take the poem from her. "Half the time he's carving trees or hurting innocent animals. The other half he's a total jerk to everyone!"
Courtney and Bridgette growled at each other as they proceeded to play tug-a-war with the poem…which ended in them ripping it in half. Both girls gasp before they glared at each other. "Tell ya what Miss Malibu. I'll bet you two nights dessert that the poem was for me."
"Oh, I'm up for that…down with that. Whatever." Bridgette said, not exactly knowing her betting terms making Courtney smirk at her. "You're on!" Just then Bridgette's eyes widened as she looked at a certain nature lover leaving with a certain white-haired boy. "Wait, why don't we just ask Dawn? She's bound to know who wrote the poem."
"Eh." Courtney simply shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?"
"Fair enough." Bridgette stated before she and Courtney sealed their deal with a hand shake.
The twenty minutes Chris had given everyone to eat was over and it was time for the first challenge to begin. Everyone from both teams were at the beach with the Bass and Gophers having their sofa beds ready to push with Duncan laying back on one with Courtney on his lap. Meanwhile DJ and Gwen, the ones who would be sky diving, were equipped with their parachutes and some helmets as well.
"Now, remember!" Chris reminded everyone while in the cockpit of his plane and still wearing his X-Wing pilot costume. "Ground teams can wheelie the sofa beds wherever they want in order to help their comrade with the landing."
"Sayonara, Gwen." Heather grinned at Gwen with the goth glaring at the queen bee as she drew a chalk outline of Gwen on the ground. "I can only imagine what Trent's reaction to seeing you plummet to your death will be."
As Gwen growled at Heather, Duncan chuckled and spoke up. "It's always great to see you two getting along." Duncan joked which got a chuckle out of Courtney. "Gives me that warm fluffy feeling."
"I know right?" Courtney nodded at Duncan's words. The CIT then moved her gaze to Bridgette, signaling the surfer girl that she was about to start her attempts at seeing if Duncan wrote her the letter. "Almost like how others write down their feelings in poems and other works of literature."
"Haha, yeah." Duncan seemed to agree with Courtney making the CIT think that she was right about Duncan writing her the poem…until, "Man those people are so lame! You should have seen this one prank I pulled on this poem geek back home. Dude couldn't show his face for weeks." Courtney quickly frowned as she looked to Bridgette with the surfer girl smirking and shaking her head.
CONFESSIONAL – COURTNEY
"Ok…" Courtney began with a sheepish smile on her face. "I guess he's only sensitive in some ways…"
And so it was time for Gwen and DJ to do what they had to do. Chris had kept to his word and flew them 5000 feet in the air before opening the door and letting the two looked at the island from above. The island they would soon be falling to with the aid of the constant force of gravity making them fall faster and faster if they couldn't get the parachute open.
The two looked completely terrified as they looked out of the plane as Chris held up some forms to them. "If you could just fill these out…!" Chris asked as DJ and Gwen looked confused.
"Really?!" Gwen shouted at the host while gesturing a hand down. "Now?!"
"But we already signed insurance forms at the beginning of the show!" DJ pointed out as he remembered signing all the stuff before he got to the camp.
"Yeah! But these are for organ donation!" Chris explained that the forms he had were for something completely different. "I have this cool cannibal challenge I wanna pitch to the producers, and this'll go a long way toward budgeting free props!" DJ and Gwen only looked more horrified as Chris looked down and saw they were above the beach. "Here comes the drop, boys!"
DJ gulped. His fear of heights hadn't changed since day one of camp. Heck, he was sure this experience would only make that worse. "So…which of us is going first?" DJ asked the goth girl next to him, desperately hoping Gwen would go before him.
"…Ah screw it." Gwen yelled as she gripped her parachute and made sure it was tightly secured to her back. "At least I'll die on television…" Gwen then decided to just go for it…and jumped. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" DJ and Chris heard Gwen's scream slowly grow more and more quiet as she fell closer and closer to the earth.
"COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!" Gwen yelled as she pulled the color-coded strings in the correct order and prayed this wasn't some fake parachute. Luckily for Gwen, the parachute did what all parachutes do and opened up, releasing the chute, and slowing her descent to earth.
But the goth's heart was still racing. She was still falling rather quickly and was praying the entire time down that her teammates would catch her with the sofa bed. After what felt like hours of falling to her, Gwen was able to spot her team on the beach…her eyes widened as she saw Owen laying down on the mattress that was supposed to be used to catch her fast asleep. She swore she could even make out a red X painted on his butt. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
CRASH!
"Oooooooooo!" Leshawna and Lindsay winced, while Heather smirked and Owen snored, as they watched Gwen completely miss the mattress and Owen and land on the hard sand on her right arm.
"Gwen!" Leshawna called out to the goth as she quickly ran to where Gwen had crash landed and heard her friend groaning in pain. "You ok girl?" Turning her so that Gwen was laying on her back, Leshawna winced as she saw Gwen's right arm not quite bending the right way.
"Do I look ok?!" Gwen snapped before wincing and started rolling around in pain.
"Just stay calm girl." Leshawna reassured the person she would call her best friend on the island and picked the goth up bridal style. "Leshawna will take ya to the infirmary."
KILLER BASS
While Gwen was taken to the infirmary to get her broken arm casted, the Killer Bass were working on pushing the sofa to where DJ would hopefully land. And thankfully, they only had Edward laying down on the sofa bed which was far easier than pushing someone like Owen like the Gophers had to. And as they were pushing, Bridgette used this as an opportunity to interrogate Geoff. "You know what's really romantic?" The surfer girl asked the party dude.
"Uh…" Geoff tried to think about some of the most romantic things possible. "Writing someone's name in the snow with your pee?"
Bridgette briefly put on a disgusted face at this statement. She wasn't gonna give up though. Just needed a little push is all. "Uh, actually I was thinking more of the written word." Bridgette stated as she felt like this was the closest she could get to asking Geoff if he wrote the poem without just outright asking if he wrote the poem or not.
"Oooooh!" Geoff smiled as he nodded his nod. Bridgette thought she finally had this until Geoff said. "You mean like a tattoo?" Bridgette quickly frowned. Looks like this was a no go. "Haha yeah. I've got one on my butt, wanna see?"
Courtney and Bridgette both quickly covered their eyes as Geoff bent down and was about to show off the tattoo by pulling his pants down, but luckily he was stopped by…
"AAAAAAAAHHH!" The Bass' attention was quickly drawn to the sky as they saw DJ falling down to earth with his parachute out and his limbs flailing around frantically.
"Go! Go! Go!" Harold, Lincoln, and Bridgette all yelled as the Bass put it in overtime to push the sofa bed to where they saw DJ was landing. They pushed so fast that Edward ended up waking up and stuck his barbs into the mattress to keep from flying off.
They finally stopped at the spot they figured DJ was landing at, with Edward being quick to jump onto Lincoln's head as to not get squashed by the falling brickhouse, as DJ got closer and closer to earth…
And successfully landed on the sofa bed!
All the Bass cheered as DJ finally opened his eyes once he realized he stopped falling. "Everything's still here." DJ asked as he looked over his body. "Nothing's broken?" Once DJ saw that he was completely intact, the brick house breathed a sigh of relief…before the sofa bed suddenly folded back into itself and turned into just a sofa with DJ trapped inside. The Killer Bass then proceeded to simply walk away whistling. Even Edward whistled as he rode on top of Lincoln's head
Just then Chris descended in his plane to where he was above the beach and spoke to everyone with his megaphone. "Gophers lose, Bass wins!" Chris announced to everyone as he flew over them. "One-Zero!"
"Alright, you dudes ready?" Chris wasted no time in starting the second part of today's challenge. The extreme water obstacle course. And participating in this one was Lincoln for the Killer Bass and Owen for the Screaming Gophers. Both boys in their swimsuits.
"Good luck Lincoln!" Dawn called out to the Loud boy from the beach with Edward in her arms.
"Brbrbrbr!" The platypus cheered for the white head.
"Ok, here's how this goes." Chris began explaining the rules of the obstacle course. "One of you will go at a time through the obstacle course which consist of the red beams of peril, the boxing wall, the electric ropes of doom, then finally ending in the flaming cannon." Both boys gulped a bit as they looked at each part of the obstacle course. "And to make things more interesting, there will be a penalty if you fall into the water. You fall in, you have to swim to the next part of the course, but you have to add ten seconds to your final time. Except the electric ropes of doom. You're already getting electrocuted by eels so I figured I'd take the edge off."
"Gee, thanks." Lincoln said sarcastically as Owen tightened up his bathing suit so he would lose it again like he did on day one of camp.
"You're welcome!" Chris responded to Lincoln's sarcasm. He realized Lincoln was being sarcastic, the host just thought he'd brush it off to tick him off a little. "Anyway, once you get past the electric ropes of doom, Chef will be waiting for you with a cannon. It's your job to aim the cannon in the right position so Chef can hopefully fire you through the hoop without getting burnt by the fire and then hit the target. And to make things even more interesting, if you miss the target you have to add 20 seconds to your final time. Hit the outer rim of the target, add ten seconds. Hit the middle rim, add 0 seconds. But if you get a bullseye, you get to subtract ten seconds from your final time. Lowest final time wins!"
Both boys nodded in response as they seemed to understand things. Lincoln then turned to Owen and put a hand on the big guy's shoulder. "Hey." Lincoln said to get Owen's attention. "No hard feelings whoever wins?"
"Yeah!" Owen nodded in agreement as he and Lincoln shared a high five. "May the best one win!"
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"I don't really know Lincoln all too well due to us being on separate teams and all." Owen said as he looked into the camera with a smile. "But I'm sure if it wasn't for the competition, we'd be really good friends!"
"Alright, we'll flip a coin to decide who's going first." Chris said as he took out a quarter. "Owen, I'll let you call it."
"Hmmmm…" Owen thought for a moment or two about what side he should choose. "Tails!"
"Alright then, if its tails Owen goes first. If it's heads, you're up Lincoln." Chris said as he flipped the coin up into the air. When it landed in Chris' hand, the host smacked it the opposite way down onto his arm and saw what the final outcome of the flip was. "Heads! Lincoln goes first!"
"Alright…let's do this…" Lincoln took a few deep breaths as he got ready to run.
"On your mark…..get set….go!" Chris announced as he turned on his stop watch.
Lincoln wasted no time in running as fast as he could. The very beginning of the obstacle course was a wide straight path that was very easy to go through, but Lincoln quickly came across the first actual obstacle. The red beams of peril. Steadying himself, Lincoln went across the balance beam without falling. When one of the red beams rotated to him, the Loud boy came to a quick stop and jumped over it. He nearly lost his balance when landing but he managed to keep on the beam and go forward.
To make absolute sure he'd make it, when he thought he was close enough, Lincoln made a clean leap to the end of the obstacle to pass by the incoming red beams.
"So far so good…" Lincoln breathed out as he continued running, not wanting to lose his momentum. The next obstacle was the boxing wall. A wall with a small ledge where he had to shimmy through. On the very top of the wall were fake rocks like the kind of rock climb walls he could hang onto and in between the top and bottom of the wall were many holes that had boxing gloves shooting out at random.
Trying to get this done as fast as he could, Lincoln quickly grabbed onto the plastic rocks and shimmied through the wall. He did his best to avoid the boxing gloves and quickly past the holes. He did end up getting punched in the gut but managed to barely stay on. It seemed he would make it past this one without any issues…until one boxing glove ended up punching him in the face.
"(BLEEP)!" Lincoln's swear was bleeped out as the white head was punched in the face. This caused Lincoln to finally lose his grip on the wall and fall right into the water.
"Oooooo!" His Bass teammates winced as they saw the scene.
"Crap!" Lincoln let out as he emerged from the water and put it into double time as he swam to the ladder that would take him to the next obstacle. Ten seconds was gonna be added to his time so he really had no time to waste with this one.
Reaching the electric ropes of doom, the first rope was right in front of the pathway that cut off…with the water below being filled with eels. Lincoln gulped as he gripped the rope tightly. Looking forward, there were two more ropes after this one he would have to swing across to make it to the other side. While falling in the water in this section wouldn't add time, he really didn't feel like getting a shock treatment today. "RAAAHHH!" Letting out a battle cry, Lincoln ran forward with the rope to build up as much momentum as possible with his swing.
Once the rope was as far out as it could be, Lincoln quickly jumped off and managed to catch the next one. "Oh God!" Lincoln let out as his eyes averted downward giving him a good look at the water that was practically glowing from all the electricity the eels were letting out. Deciding to regain momentum a bit, Lincoln swung around on the second one a few times before jumping to the third one.
Thankfully Lincoln managed to also catch this one as well. Doing what he did with the last one, Lincoln swung around a few times before leaping off the third and final rope and jumped to the pathway to the next and final obstacle. However, Lincoln didn't end up landing on the path and end up having to grab onto it as his momentum was a little weak.
The Bass all gasped as Lincoln started to slide off the pathway, with Dawn in particular squeezing Edward for reassurance. But they were allowed to breathe a sigh of relief as Lincoln got his grip and managed to climb back onto the pathway with no eel shocks to show for it.
"Oh man…my life just flashed before my eyes…" Lincoln said as he took some deep breaths to get his heart rate down. But he couldn't do this for long as he still had on obstacle to pass. The flaming cannon. As Chris said, Chef was waiting at the final point of the obstacle course with a cannon and past the pathway that ended with a large hoop set on fire. And then past the flaming hoop was a large target. The outer rim had +10 all around it, the middle rim was covered with +0, and finally the bullseye has -10 on it.
And below the target was a net that trapeze artist would use for safety.
"Alright! Let's do this!" Lincoln said as he went to quickly adjust his cannon. While the bullseye would negate his penalty for falling in the water earlier, he figured aiming for that would just take up more time. So Lincoln settled for aiming around the middle rim. Once he was happy with his position, Lincoln climbed into the cannon. "Launch me Chef!" Chef didn't need to be told twice as he held up a remote control that only had one button. And when he pressed that button…
BOOM!
"AAAAAAHHH!" Lincoln screamed as he was shot right out of the cannon. Lincoln saw the flaming hoop coming up quick and clenched his eyes shut…and thankfully he didn't get burnt. What did happen however was that Lincoln ended up getting shot into the target face first.
"Uuuugh…" Lincoln groaned as he fell from the target and landed in the safety net.
Chris stopped his timer the second the Loud boy hit the target. And when he fell into the net, the host took out his megaphone. "Lincoln finishes with a time of 1:07.8 seconds!" Chris announced making the Killer Bass cheer. "However! Due to falling in the water during the boxing wall, his final time clocks in at 1:17.8 seconds!"
"Alright Owen, that's the time to beat." Chris said as he restarted his timer. "You ready big guy?"
Owen gulped a bit before giving a nervous smile. "Ready as I'll ever be…" Owen let out as he stepped forward and got into a running position.
"On your mark…..get set….go!" Doing what he did with Lincoln, Chris counted Owen off as he started his timer.
"Aaaaah!" Owen let out his best war cry as he charged forward towards the first obstacle of the course. The red beams of peril. Owen knew balance wasn't exactly his strong point, so he figured shimmying on the balance beam was the best way to go. And it was…at least until a red beam came by. Owen winced and screamed again as the red beam rotated towards his feet…and nothing happened.
"Huh?" Owen hummed a bit and looked down to see the red beam trying to knock him over and trip him down into the water…only for it to fail to even push the big guy due to his weight. "I'm too heavy! Haha! Yes!" Owen cheered as he ran forward, easily pushing past the red beams that tried to trip him.
CONFESSIONAL – OWEN
"And they say eating a lot doesn't solve anything." Owen claimed as he crossed his arms with a bit of a smug look on his face.
"Hahaha!" Owen laughed as he passed through the first obstacle of the course with ease. Now it was onto the next part. The boxing wall. Owen was quick to copy what he saw Lincoln do and grabbed onto the fake rocks at the top of the wall to help him shimmy through. Unlike Lincoln though, he wasn't so lucky in dodging the boxing gloves that came his way. But similar to the previous part, his weight and girth kept him from getting knocked off. All the boxing gloves that hit Owen couldn't knock him off as the big guy's blubber put a stop to any force that could have potentially sent him to the water.
The closest glove that did come to knocking him off was…
"GAH!" Owen let out an incredibly pain filled scream as a glove ended up hitting his family jewels. "That smarts!" Thankfully he managed to keep his grip on the fake rocks and shimmy the rest of the way. Once he made it past the boxing wall, Owen put his hands to his crotch for a moment to stop them from throbbing in pain before managing to run towards the next obstacle.
After managing to avoid the water on both obstacles, Owen was confident as he reached the electric ropes of doom. "Alright! Here I-AAAAHHHH!" Unfortunately Owen's greatest strength during this course had quickly turned into his greatest weakness as the rope couldn't support his weight and he quickly feel into the water. On the bright side he wouldn't face a penalty on this section of the course. On the bad side…this part of the water was eel infested.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Owen yelled as he was violently zapped by the aquatic creatures.
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"Well at least I can say I'm not the only one to get shocked on our team." Heather stated as she remembered her little diving with Jellyfish adventure during the trust challenge.
Swimming as fast as his fat arm allowed, Owen made his way through the eel infested water, suffering many electrical shocks on the way. But the big guy managed to make it to the ladder leading to the next and final part of the obstacle course. Similar with Lincoln, Chef was waiting there for Owen.
But due to his shock damage, Owen wasn't able to focus and forgot about aiming the cannon and just hopped right in. Although only his bottom half fit in. Chef simply shrugged and pressed the button to fire the cannon.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" That seemed to get Owen's mind make on track…as he saw himself heading right into the fire of the hoop. "TELL MY MOM I LOVE HER!" Owen cried out as he covered his eyes…and did the thing he was born to do.
PFFFFFFFFTTT!
Releasing a mighty fart from his behind, Owen unknowingly changed his course and managed to fly himself through the hoop and away from its fire…and crashed right through the bullseye of the target. With his bottom half sticking out of the front part of the target Owen, who was again in a daze, asked. "Dids I won…"
Chris stopped his timer right as Owen crashed through the target and checked it. "Owen's time is…1:19.4 seconds!" This caused the Gophers to slump a bit as they thought Owen had lost…but forgot one crucial detail. "But since he hit the bullseye, he gets to shave ten seconds off his time! Meaning Owen's final time is…1:09.4 seconds!"
All the Gophers quickly started cheering for Owen as the Bass started to slump. "Dang it…" Lincoln sighed out as he lightly stomped a foot on the sand. While he agreed with Owen on no hard feelings, and was actually happy for the big guy managing to win something most people would probably consider impossible for someone like him, he still couldn't help but be a bit upset.
"Hey." A familiar and soft voice spoke up to Lincoln as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Looking, Lincoln saw Dawn looked up at him with a sweet smile with Edward in her arm and the little guy nuzzling his arm with his bill. "You did great." Dawn reassured the Loud boy. "That's what matters."
Lincoln felt his cheeks go a bit hot as a smile came to his face from Dawn's touch and words. "Thanks Dawn…" Lincoln muttered in a grateful tone making the aura reader blush and giggle.
"Gophers win!" Chris announced, cutting off the moment between Dawn and Lincoln. "Score is tied up at one to one!"
Once again Chris kept things going. Once Owen was no longer suffering from any potential brain damage, both teams made their way to the half way point of the challenge. "Okay, cowpokes! Let's start…the rodeo moose challenge!"
"Rodeo ridin's kinda like surfin'." Geoff explained as he, Bridgette, and Courtney approached the penned-up moose. If one looked closely, it seemed that the moose was glaring at Geoff as he approached. "Once you catch the lip, you just flow with the mojo. Haha."
"Yeah! Flow." Bridgette repeated as she made one last attempt to see if Geoff wrote the poem with Courtney there to see her win this bet. "Kinda like the ancient art of Japanese haiku?"
Geoff rose a brow as he asked. "What's a haiku?" Bridgette simply sighed in response. Looks like that showed that Geoff did indeed not write the poem. Didn't make it any better that Courtney crossed her arms at Bridgette and shook her head with a smirk. Once that was done with, Geoff climbed into the pen and got on top of the moose. The party dude then put a hand to his chin as he thought of something. "Hmmmm, couldn't hurt to have a plan. Yo Dawn! Think you can ask the moose to chill out with me?"
Dawn nodded her head and was about to go up to and talk to the Moose, but was stopped by Chris getting right in front of her. "Oh no you don't!" The host yelled to the aura reader. "Not one word to the moose moon child!"
"What?" Dawn gasped out. "Why?"
"Because you've ruined one too many animal challenges so far and you ain't gonna ruin this one." Chris explained as he pointed a thumb to the moose. "Say anything to the moose and your team's disqualified."
"…Sorry Geoff!" Dawn apologized to the party dude.
"It's cool dude! I can still do this!" Geoff reassured her. The party dude saw everything and while it was a blow to not have Dawn's help with this, Geoff was still confident he could do this as, instead of riding on the moose, he stood up on the animal and was ready to surf the moose. But not before, "Hey Bridge, hah. Wanna see that tat?" Geoff then decided to pull his pants and underwear down to show off his butt tattoo to Bridgette with Courtney in the crossfire.
"Ah!" Courtney screamed as she covered her eyes.
"Definitely not haiku-y." Bridgette pointed out with a small smirk
The moose looked up and saw Geoff's exposed behind and quickly grew enraged. And just a second later Chef opened up the gate to the pen and the moose quickly took off and trampling Chef in the process. "AAAAAHHH!" Geoff screamed as the party dude was far from ready as he still had his pants and underwear down.
"And Geoff is-" Chris said as he took out his stop watch…only for Geoff to fly over the host as the Moose quickly bucked Geoff off him and into the pile of dirty socks. "…Out?"
As Geoff emerged his head from the dirty pile of socks, the stink already sticking to him, Duncan came up to Geoff, grabbed a few dirty socks, and proceeded to shove them into Geoff's mouth. "That's for showing off your (BLEEP) to my girl smart guy!" Duncan told Geoff before shoving the party dude's head into the dirty laundry.
CONFESSIONAL – GEOFF
"Ok…" Geoff admitted with the stink of the socks practically visible on him. "I kinda deserved that."
"Ooooo, that stinks big time for Bass!" Chris said through his megaphone with a pin over his nose to block out the smell. "No, seriously? That is some rank stuff. Leshawna, let's get!"
Once Chef had managed to get the moose back in the pin, Leshawna was more than ready as she climbed on top of the moose and held up to its antlers. Not standing up on it with her pants down like Geoff stupidly did. "I hope you got a moose burger recipe handy!" Leshawna told Chef in a confident and kinda cocky tone. The girl with a tude then patted the moose on the head and said. "Heheh. Easy, boy. You don't wanna make me mad, now."
At this statement, the moose put on an enraged look. Its eyes turned red and flames erupted from its nose. "Sweet mother of– Aah!" Chef didn't even get to open the gate as the moose crashed right through the gate with Leshawna holding on tight, refusing to let go.
As Leshawna was doing her challenge, Bridgette and Courtney weren't in the best of moods. Both girls had their backs to each other and had their arms crossed. Both came to the conclusion that neither Duncan nor Geoff wrote the poem and were currently in a bit of a standstill and decided to just spend it insulting the other's guy. "So?" Bridgette said back to Courtney. "Your guy has a hair style from the 70's!"
"So your guy's a grammatically challenged skater flake." Courtney insulted Bridgette's guy of interest back.
"Whoa-Oh! Ooh! Ooh! That the best you got? Ooh! You got nothin'! Whoo!"
As Leshawna rode the moose in the backround, both Bass girls sighed. Maybe this was getting a little out of hand. Turning towards each other, Courtney spoke up. "Okay, so maybe it wasn't Duncan or Geoff." Courtney admitted.
"Yeah…" Bridgette let out as the thought had gone through her mind. "Plus we kind of just assumed it was for us."
"Get me off of this thing!"
"Well, whoever it is, we're gonna find out." Bridgette said as she and Courtney smiled at each other. "Deal?" Courtney nodded in agreement as the two girls sealed the deal with a hug.
"Alright, the score is now Bass 1, Gophers two." Chris announced as he, Dawn, and Heather stood at the top of the 100-foot-tall skateboard ramp. Heather and Dawn were standing on top of their boards and looked down at the incredibly steep drop with terrified looks on their faces. It didn't help that the entire ramp was littered with mines. "Alright girls, your challenge is a simple race. First one to the bottom wins."
"You call this simple?!" Heather yelled as she gestured downward. "Do you even see all the bombs down there?!"
"I said it was simple. Not easy." Chris stated which was soon followed by a chuckle.
Dawn gulped before putting her hands together and looking up. "Oh great earth mother please protect me." Dawn pleaded, not wanting this to be the way she dies.
"Alright…" Chris began as he pulled out an air born. "On your marks…get set…" Chris then blew the airhorn to signal the start of the race. Both girls flinched as they used a foot to push their boards forward…and quickly started to plummet down the ramp at increasing speeds.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Both girls shrieked as they speed down and down with their speed only increasing the further down they went.
And that wasn't even the worst of it as soon enough they encountered the many explosives that Chris had set up along the ramp. Dawn and Heather did their best to avoid them and it seemed to work out at first, but the number of explosives only increased making dodging them get harder and more difficult.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A few explosives went off threatening to knock the girls off the boards and of the ramp completely. "THIS CAN'T BE LEGAL!" Heather let out a high pitch shriek as she narrowly avoided another explosion.
Dawn let out high pitched squeaks as her eyes frantically looked every which way to try and find where the explosives were and to try and avoid them. But as she was looking around, Dawn's eyes came across something else. Or rather someone else. Lincoln. Waiting at the bottom of the ramp with the rest of the team holding onto Edward like he was a teddy bear and having a terrified look on his face. Fearing for her safety.
Dawn's cheeks turned pink as suddenly she felt her mind go more at peace. Dawn felt as if time slowed down for her as she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and get herself back together. "Ok Dawn, you can do this." Dawn whispered to herself as she clenched her eyes shut. "Just trust your aura. Let mother earth guide me."
Heather gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes as she focused her gaze down. She refused to lose that shower and she wasn't gonna let some hippie that probably doesn't even bath in actual showers or baths and probably washes herself in the river or lake. But right as Heather was started to get into it, suddenly a blur passed her. "What the?!" Heather yelled as she saw Dawn, the aura readers eyes shut, as she moved down the ramp. "Oh no you do-"
BOOM!
"AAAAAAHHH!" Heather screamed as she was launched up into the sky by a mine she rolled over. Due to focusing on Dawn, Heather lost focus on the path in front of her and ended up blowing herself up.
Meanwhile Dawn was doing quite the opposite. It was as if something snapped within Dawn unlocking the girl's inner Tony Hawk. Dawn was moving at even higher speeds, this time the high speed was fully intentional, as the aura reader leaned forward. And despite having her eyes shut, Dawn was managing to avoid any of the explosives that came her way. It was an amazing sight to behold and it kept up…until Dawn crossed the finish line.
"And the winners! The Killer Bass!" Chris announced from the top of the ramp with his megaphone. "The score is now tied two to two!"
"Hey? Where's Heather?" Owen asked as he looked around…only for a soot covered Heather to fall out of the sky and land directly on him.
Meanwhile all the Bass cheered as Dawn hopped off her board, opened her eyes, and proceeded to start panting while holding her heart to calm it down.
CONFESSIONAL – DAWN
"Certainly an interesting first experience on a skateboard." Dawn said to the camera with her usual calm smile. "…I'm never getting on one again."
Lincoln in particular cheered extra loud as he set Edward down and ran up to Dawn and scooped the girl up in his arms. "DAWN!" Lincoln cheered as both he and the moon child's cheeks went pink at the two's closeness as the Loud boy swung Dawn around happily. "YOU DID IT!" Dawn giggled in response and this scene kept up…until the two opened their eyes and noticed how close they were. Lincoln quickly set Dawn down on her feet with both teens looking away from each other rather awkwardly as they blushed and smiled.
CONFESSIONAL – CHRIS
"Just kiss already damn it!" Chris yelled while shaking both of his fist. "I got fifty bucks riding on this!"
"So, we have a tie!" Chris announced as he drove around the next and final area where the challenge would take place. This was it. The score was tied two to two. One last challenge. Whoever won this would be taking home the gold and the shower while the losers would be losing a team member today. Skiing for the Bass was Harold and Skiing for the Gophers was Lindsay. "Whoever wins the extreme sea doo waterski challenge… wins invincibility!"
"I'm ready!" A familiar voice called out to the Gophers. Looking, they all saw Lindsay in a green bikini top and bottom with the suit highlighting all her supermodel worthy body.
"We are so dead." Heather face palmed. No way that dunce was gonna be able to get all five flags. But then Heather got an idea. She got an awful idea. Heather got a wonderful awful idea. "Unless…I get to drive the wave jumper!"
"Just win the dang shower so I can get my hair did." Leshawna told Heather as she sat down on a rock.
CONFESSIONAL – HAROLD
"This is it. We're tied for the win." Harold explained as he begun to hype himself up. This was his true chance to prove himself and get the win for his team. "Bad to the bone Duncan is driving Lindsay. I'm skiing for the Bass. Winning is inevitable. Goodbye wedgies, wet willies, and toilet face plunges. Hello…" Harold then put on a pair of sunglasses and lifted up a plunger over his shoulder. "Dirty Harold!"
"Okay, so haikuist candidates are Lincoln, Harold, DJ, or Owen." Bridgette, while her and Courtney were sitting right in front of the outhouse confessional, listed off all the guys on the island that were still in the running for who wrote the poem.
"Well we know Lincoln is crushing on Dawn and she would know if he wrote the poem so he's out." Courtney stated with Bridgette nodding in agreement. Said it before and I'll say it again. Hiding anything from Dawn is an impossibility. "And Harold…"
The confessional door then opened and both girls saw Harold with his sunglasses and pants down. "Ladies~" He said in a sly voice before he suddenly fell to the ground face first.
"Yeeeeeah…" Courtney slowly began as she turned back to Bridgette. "You take DJ, I'll take Owen."
And so it was time for the final extreme sports challenge to begin. First to ski was Harold with Heather driving the sea doo. "You are so out of your league, Alpha Geek." Heather told Harold in a cocky tone. No way that shrimp was gonna be able to win this with her driving.
"Here's the road rules…oh wait, there are no rules!" Chris revealed with an excited grin. "Which means this is gonna be awesome!"
As things were just getting started, Bridgette walked up to DJ and asked. "Soooo, read any good poems lately?" The surfer girl asked outta the blue.
DJ was very confused by this statement and retuned it with, "Soooo, ask any arbitrary way-out-of-left-field questions lately?" Bridgette sighed at this and signaled to Courtney that DJ was a no-go for the poem.
"Aaaaaand…go!" Chris waved a flag to signal the start of the sea doo challenge!
Heather grinned and immediately took off at full speed. This caused Harold to lose his balance and started to get dragged through the mud. Literally. Harold grunted as he was completely assaulted by mud, something Heather grinned at as the first flag was coming up attached to a ramp. But when Heather jumped this, Harold actually managed to grab onto and take the flag. "Flag one for Bass!" Chris announced through the loud speaker.
"No!" Heather yelled as Harold lifted the flag up while using his other arm to hold on tightly to the T-bar. All the while he had a smile on his face and refused to let up and lose. Heather sped forward and tried to throw Harold off over and over again, but the Bass' ginger player proved to be very persistent and before everyone knew it, he had all five flags in his hands.
"Five flags and headed home!" Chris announced making the Bass cheer. It wasn't like Heather could just not cross the finish line at some point.
"That's impossible!" Heather yelled in complete disbelief. How on earth is this total dork beating her?!
"Heather has to cross the finish line or be disqualified!" Apparently there turned out to be one rule according to Chris. "But when she does, Harold will take five flags to victory for the Killer Bass!"
CONFESSIONAL – HEATHER
"I couldn't let that little dorkwad win." Heather explained with a smirk on her face. "So I decided to cut him loose."
Just then Heather turned around on the sea doo in order to face Harold…and proceeded to pull out a pocket knife. "Game over, guppy!" Heather yelled as she got ready to cut Harold's rope attaching the T-bar to the sea doo.
"Victory is…huh?" Harold let out as he saw Heather lifting up the knife…but suddenly something else happened. As Heather was about to cut the rope, the sea doo passed under a tree branch. A very low hanging tree branch. A tree branch that got caught up in Heather's top…and ripped it right off.
Completely exposing her naked boobs to Harold.
"…AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Harold let out an extremely high pitched shrieked as she quickly covered herself with her arms.
Harold meanwhile got a full view of it and gasped in amazement, completely loosing his focus…and proceeded to crash in front of a rock, dropping his flags, and leaving the topless Heather to cross the finish line.
While the Bass all winced or showed their disapproval of Harold losing his focus over…something they couldn't quite make out, Dawn was quick to once again cover Lincoln's eyes similar to the trust challenge. "I WILL PROTECT YOUR INNOCENCE!" Dawn yelled as she was the only one other than Heather and Harold themselves to know exactly what happened.
"From what?!" Lincoln yelled as Dawn refused to move her hands away from his eyes. "Come on Dawn not again!"
Just then Chris came through on the track driving his ATV and said. "I don't know what Heather did to make Harold lose his concentration, but it's a total wipeout for the Bass team!"
Meanwhile, Harold wasn't regretting a thing as he had the most amazed expression on his face. "Boobies…" The ginger said in a spaced-out tone.
Meanwhile Owen wasn't really paying attention to anything as he chowed down on a bag of marshmallows. As he did this, Courtney walked up to him and asked the big guy. "So hey, if your team wins is there someone special, you'll be, uh, showering for?"
"Why would I need to shower?" Owen asked the CIT with his mouth full. "We're in the wild!" Owen then released a burp right in front of Courtney's facing making her gag.
"Nevermind!" Courtney yelled at Owen as she tried to not throw up and covered both her mouth and nose. "Ugh!" The CIT quickly got away from that toxic area as fast as she could.
And so the second half of the challenge began. Skiing for the Gophers was Lindsay with Duncan driving her. If Lindsay got even one flag, the Gophers would win. So the delinquent was gonna make sure Lindsay didn't lay a finger on a single flag.
"Ready, set, ride it like it's sweeps week!" Chris started the challenge with the wave of a flag like before. "Go!"
Unlike with Harold, Lindsay actually managed to stay on her skis as Duncan took off. The delinquent was given the same path to take as Heather so when Duncan reached the ramp, he tried to throw Lindsay off but to everyone's surprise the dumb blond actually managed to do a flip and catch the flag. "Flag one!" Chris announced leaving the Gophers to cheer. All except Heather who was currently absent and getting chased by a bear.
Duncan did everything we could think of to throw Lindsay off, but…
"Flag two…three…four…and five!" Duncan growled as Lindsay caught the fifth and final flag in her hand. "Lindsay has snagged all five and is racing home for the win! Duncan is eukered! He has to cross!"
"Says you!" Duncan yelled as he let go of the bars of the sea doo and was about to let it go out of control and not steer it. "Yeeeeeeah!" However, Duncan ended up crashing right into a rock and was flung right off the sea doo and into a tree with Lindsay keeping up the momentum she had and crossing the finish line with all five flags. Securing a win for the Screaming Gophers.
Lindsay cheered as Chris pulled up nearby on his ATV. "She won?" The host asked with an expression of disbelief on his face. Chris then smirked as he spoked into the walkie talkie he had that was connected to the spears. "Gophers win!"
All the Gophers looked at the sparkling new shower and all cheered for their victory while the Bass all sighed and slumped down. Especially Geoff. He really could have used it as he was still stinking of dirty lost socks. "Duncan!" Courtney called out to her boyfriend in a concerned tone as she ran up to the tree he was trapped in. "Are you ok?!"
"Well let's see I just got humiliated by a dumb blond chick on national television." Duncan told her in a sarcastic tone. "So yeah I'd say I'm fine all things considered." Despite his predicament and them losing, Courtney couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
THAT NIGHT
And so it was time for the Bass to once again send one of their own members home. But a lot happened between the end of the challenge and the beginning of the bonfire. One big thing is that, while they didn't find out who wrote it, Courtney and Bridgette discovered who the letter was for.
Leshawna.
Thanks to a comment by Chris, the two Bass girls learned who was the letter was for when the crush girl herself notice the two with the letter as she came out of the new shower.
But that still begs the question. Who wrote it? But they couldn't worry about that now. For now, they had to worry about not getting kicked off as Chris held up a plate of seven marshmallows.
"As you know, if you do not receive a marshmallow, you will be forced to walk the Dock of Shame, and you will never ever return to camp." Chris recited the usual rules of the elimination ceremony. The only one not sitting by the fire was Geoff who, due to his stink, had to hang out by a nearby tree while a female skunk tried to hit on him.
Chris then picked up two marshmallows and threw them to the first two campers that were safe. "Lincoln, Dawn, you guys are safe." Both Bass looked to each other and blushed with a smile as they caught their marshmallows with both of them feeding the treat to Edward who was laying on Dawn's lap. "Bridgette, DJ, Courtney you're also good!"
The surfer girl, CIT, and brickhouse smiled as they caught their marshmallows as Chris took out his megaphone in one hand and picked up a marshmallow with the other. "Geoff! You're safe, too!"
Chris then chucked his marshmallow to the tree Geoff was on with the party dude catching it in his hat. "Muchos luchos, compadre!" Geoff called out as a female skunk looked at the party dude with dreamy eyes.
And so we were brought the most tense part of all ceremonies. Two campers, Harold and Duncan, and one marshmallow of safety. "Okay, that leaves Harold." Chris stated as the ginger crossed his arms with a smile on his face, not showing to be nervous at all. "Who bailed big for reasons unknown."
CONFESSIONAL – HAROLD
"Boobies~" The ginger let out in zero regrets.
"And Duncan who bailed even bigger." Chris went on causing an expression of rage to come to the delinquent's face. "Because Lindsay left his circling the drain in a shameless–"
Chris was cut off by Duncan walking up to the host and grabbing him by the collar. "The chick was determined." Duncan told Chris through his gritted teeth.
"Which is why you're safe." Chris told Duncan in a bit of a frightened tone as he handed the last marshmallow to the delinquent. This seemed to calm Duncan down as he took the marshmallow and walked next to Courtney with the CIT planting a kiss on his cheek. So that left Harold as the eliminated camper. "Harold, sorry dude. You're done like dinner."
Harold nodded his head and fully accepted his loss. Getting up, he walked by his teammates and gave a few high fives as he gave his goodbyes. "Well, it's been fun, guys." Harold told everyone as he walked up to Lincoln and said. "It was cool meeting you Linc, after the shows over we should totally hang out and stuff."
"Heh, sounds good man." Lincoln said with a smile as the two shared a goodbye hand shake.
The ginger then collected all of his stuff and all members from both teams went to the dock to see him off. All except Heather who was still in the shower. "Farewell Total Drama Island!" Harold yelled to everyone as he put a hand to his heart. "I loved, I lost, and I saw boobies! What more could a man ask for?"
"You loved?" Gwen asked in a confused tone.
"You're a man?" Leshawna questioned?
"You saw boobies?!" Bridgette yelled with widened eyes.
Harold then threw all of his stuff into the Boat of losers…but still had one last thing to say to one particular person on the island. "Leshawna!" The gingers called out and getting said girl's attention. "I meant every word in that poem!"
"Peom?" Leshawna let out in a shocked tone. The poem from today, and all the ones from before. They were all from Harold. "That was you?"
Leshawna then found herself running towards the ginger as most of the campers had their jaws drop at this. Especially Courtney and Bridgette. "No. Way." Bridgette said slowly to the CIT.
Everyone watched as Harold and Leshawna ran towards each other with smiles on their faces. And when they reached one another, Leshawna wrapped up Harold in a tight hug that, though bone crushing, Harold was extremely happy to be in. "Baby, you some kind of freaky!" Leshawna told Harold in a touched tone.
"Give daddy some sugar." Harold said in a bit of a strained voice due to the pressure of Leshawna's hug.
Everyone then witnessed as Leshawna and Harold shared a kiss right under the moonlight. Most couldn't help but 'Aww' at the scene. "Wow…" Courtney let out with a smile on her face as she couldn't look away from the rather touching scene. "Who would have guess…"
"You all didn't know?" Dawn asked getting both Courtney and Bridgette's attention. "It was all over his aura."
"….Ok yeah we should have just asked her." Courtney deadpanned to Bridgette who nodded in response.
But unfortunately, Leshawna and Harold's kiss had to end as Chef grabbed Harold by his shirt and started dragging the ginger away. Harold waved goodbye to Leshawna as the girl with a tude waved bye back before walking away with a satisfied expression on her face.
CONFESSIONAL – CHEF
"Leshawna and Harold? I was as shocked as you." Chef stated with crossed arms…before a grin came to his face. "But you didn't read the letters. Hehehehe, ooh, spicy."
Once Harold was departed on the boat of losers, some of the guys remembered something Harold said before he left and turned to Leshawna. "Wait a sec." Geoff was the one to speak up. "So, Harold saw your boobies?"
"Can we see?" Owen asked as he eyed Leshawna's triple D's.
"Heck no." Leshawna quickly shot down the request…but then soon realized something. She never once showed Harold her boobies. Heck, until now she had no idea the ginger was into her. So, with an angry expression on her face, Leshawna ran to the front of the dock and yelled out to Harold. "Whose boobies did you see?!"
Unfortunately Harold was too far away for her to hear anything he could yell out to her. Leshawna turned to all the girls with a glare that could pierce like a dagger. The females of the camp were quick to deny this and they could all tell they were telling the truth. Courtney was with Duncan, Bridgette has a thing for Geoff, Gwen had a thing for Trent, Dawn certainly has a thing for Lincoln, and Lindsay felt like someone who would probably brag about it. That only left one person…
The door to the mobile shower opened and out from it, releasing a satisfied sigh, was Heather wrapped up in a tower. "Uh-uh." Getting the queen bee's attention was Leshawna who was angrily stomping up to the mean girl. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, see now, you messed with the wrong sister!"
"Oh please. It was a total fluke." Heather stated, essentially confirming it was her boobs that flashed Harold. Guess that solves the mystery of how Harold lost his focus. "You think I'd actually show that dweeb my boobs on purpose?"
But Leshawna wasn't exactly in a reasoning mood and all the campers bore witness to Leshawna chasing Heather and threatening to crush her. And with that came the end of another episode of Total. Drama. Island!