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Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island.... The Killer Bass finally dodged their pathetic losing streak against the Screaming Gophers. There were bruises, tears, near broken bones and dangerous alliances. And in the end, it was cocky know-it-all Noah who didn't see his elimination coming. And this week, another challenge will send one more camper on a cruise straight to Loserville. Population: Three, soon to be four. Who will sink? And who will stay afloat? Find out right now on. TOTAL. DRAMA. ISLAND!

[INTRO MUSIC AND VIDEO]

9 A.M.

Most of the campers have just began their wake up routines or were waking up as they went about their business, not so eagerly awaiting the next challenge. Gwen was one of the few still in bed when she had heard the whining of her fellow Gopher teammate Lindsay in the cabin. She had a bottle of tanner which had apparently run its course.

Lindsay: Okay, this is so way beyond bad! I'm already out of fake tanner!

Gwen: Wow, that's oh so tragic, Lindsay.

Lindsay: Now I have to actually to, like, suntan, in the sun! Do you realize how shriveled and wrinkly that can make your skin? Oh, you totally do.

Though Lindsay had no malice or sarcasm laced in her words, Gwen took it as an insult but decided to let cooler heads prevail as alarms blared out loud, with the voice of host booming throughout camp.

Chris (Loudspeaker): All right campers! Enough of that beauty sleep! Time to show us all what you're made of!

Lindsay: Are we going to see a musical? I love musicals. Especially the ones with the dancing and the singing. Heh.

We cut to most of the campers arriving at what appears to be an amphitheater with some stragglers still showing up. Gwen was one of them as she had been talking to a rival team member from the Killer Bass in Von before Trent waved her down.

Trent: Gwen! Saved you a seat.

Gwen: Thanks.

Von walked over to his team bench sitting next to Bridge and Duncan, the former of the two smiling after their conversation from last night. Lindsay sat down and after seeing Tyler blew a kiss towards the Killer Bass, receiving a bundle full of Heather's ponytail as a result, causing the blonde beauty spit out a wave of her hair right back out. At this point Chris had arrived bushy-tailed as ever to explain what today's challenge would be.

Chris: Welcome everyone to our brand new state-of-the-art deluxe outdoor amphitheater! Okay, this week's challenge is a good old summer classic- the talent show!

Owen: Yes! Awesome!

Chris: Each team has little over eight hours to pick their three most talented campers. These three will represent their respective team in the show tonight. Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes, so long as it's legal. You'll be judged by our local resident talent scout, former DJ, VJ and rap legend, Grand Master Chef, who will show his support and approval via the Chef-O-Meter. The team that loses the show will end up sending another camper home tonight. Good luck!

He blows a whistle as the two teams dispersed.

Heather: Okay, I'm team captain, so here's how it's going to work.

Gwen almost immediately objected to Heather's seizing of power.

Gwen: Hold on, who said you were captain?

Lindsay: She did, just now.

Heather: Lindsay, Beth and I took a vote, and I won.

Gwen: Threatening the two of them to vote for you isn't exactly democratic, y'know.

Trent: Hey, snagged you an extra muffin Gwen.

Heather: Trent. You're cool with me leading this challenge, aren't you?

Trent: Sure I don't mind, go for it, Heather.

Heather: Good. Beth, Lindsay and I will be the judges.

Gwen: Ugh... whatever.

We now cut to the Killer Bass, with Katie and Sadie doing whatever fresh hell best friend dancing ritual they had came up with more or less a surprised reaction from their teammates, with Courtney face-palming. We cut to Trent tuning up his trusty guitar, Owen drinking two liters of soda and Heather in a ballerina outfit as Gwen sat down next to him.

Trent: You gonna audition?

Gwen: Highly doubt it. You should be in it though, I heard you the other night by the dock. You're really good.

Owen: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, AND ZEEEEEE!!!

Cody, Trent and Justin: Yeah, dude!

Owen: Yes!

Trent: Nice work, Owen!

Heather just rolled her eyes while scoffing.

Heather: Yeah it's nice... for a party! You're not doing that during the challenge Owen, it's disgusting!

Trent: I think you're harping on the big guy a little too much Heather. I mean, do you know how hard it is to burp the entire alphabet in under 20 seconds?

Owen: I can also toot Beethoven's 5th!

Beth: No, no, no...

Lindsay: Yeah, that's going to be a no for me Owen!

Heather turns her head to see Gwen getting during the auditions.

Heather: Where are you going?

Gwen: Anywhere and somewhere that's not here.

There's whistling music and we see Tyler doing some pretty impressive yo-yo tricks before said toy wrapped its entire cord around him.

Chris: That was weak, not gonna lie.

Cut to the Gophers where ballet music was playing and Heather was doing a ballet routine and as she concluded she was met with cheers by her teammates.

Heather: Thank you. Ahem.

Lindsay: Oh, I vote for Heather to be apart of the talent contest!

Beth: I second that!

Heather Guys, that is so sweet! Why don't you all take five?

The Gophers went their separate ways as Heather got a hold of Lindsay's arm.

Heather: I need you to do something Lindsay. Can you keep a secret?

Lindsay shook her head as she began rambling to Heather.

Lindsay: Oh my gosh, definitely. There was this one time my sister got diarrhea once on a date and I had to bring her toilet paper because the restaurant had been out and she was sitting in the bathroom and I've never told a soul. Until... now... Sorry, Paula.

Heather, out of character sported a shocked look on her face, quickly regained her composure as she shook her head.

Heather: Gwen's up to something serious. I need you to follow her and report her activity back to me.

She proceeded to hand the ditzy beauty a pair of confiscated binoculars. After spying on Gwen for roughly twenty minutes her attention began drifting elsewhere.

Lindsay: Seriously? Yeah, seriously boring.

She was cut off from her out loud thoughts as she turned the binoculars over in the direction of Tyler who had been still tied up in his yo-yo string but was somehow able to still walk and she got a clear view of his rear end.

Lindsay: Ooh, that's not boring.

We now cut to the Killer Bass and spiritual music being played as DJ, clad in a ballerina outfit like Heather albeit not as pink as her had been doing a quaint little number showing off his ribbon skills, gaining a vote of confidence from his teammates. Earlier the team had witnessed Duncan doing a guitar solo which showed he had more talents than getting on people's nerves and actually had mad shredding skills but right now even he too was amazed by DJ's delicate touch and precision despite being labeled by his peers as a giant due to his bulky frame. He did a split to conclude matters getting a respectful applause from his Killer Bass teammates.

Courtney: Fine. Sign DJ up. Next.

Bridgette: Ooh me! I can stand on my hands for twenty minutes. Watch!

She did this exactly, demonstrating perfect balance on her arms also showing she had some serious core strength as well. Courtney however was not impressed in the slightest.

Courtney: Okay, that'd be cute if you were a monkey. I just don't think that's quite what we're looking for. Next!

Harold was up but before he could even display his talent, Courtney rudely cut him off at the past.

Courtney: Next!

Going back to the Gophers, Heather was starting to get concerned for Lindsay as she had checked in with the Queen Bee. More or less Heather was concerned because she wanted to keep tabs on Gwen and possibly get some incriminating dirt on the Goth. She radioed in on Lindsay who was preoccupied by a certain jock not named Von.

Heather (via Walkie-Talkie): Lindsay, come in. What did you find out, over? Lindsay, where are you?!

Said blonde was in the middle of a fierce make-out session with Tyler and to cover her tracks, Tyler handed the communication device to her as he nibbled down her neck.

Lindsay: Uh, on my way back! Under!

She then turned off the device and continued playing Seven Minutes in the Communal Washroom with Tyler. We then flip back to the Bass where Von had been wowing his teammates with his freakish athleticism as he found an actual basketball hoop and in the same vain as Toronto Raptor great Vince Carter, had done some of his most famous dunks, some of which earned Vince once upon a time, the title of Slam Dunk Champion. After performing the famous Honey Double Dip, he was met with thunderous approval by his teammates as he got down off from his latest slam.

Bridgette; Well it looks like it's going to be DJ's ribbon thing, De'Von and his mini slam dunk-a-thon, and your violin solo Courtney.

Von: Aww sweet, I'm finna be on TV and the whole world will acknowledge this athlete!

She giggled as Von had a rare moment of memory lapse.

Bridgette: Von... you're already on TV. Remember?

Von: Oh... right! Hey everyone back Vancouver and Texas! Yeah boy is in the big time! Momma and little siblings LOVE YA! But you KNOW THISSSS! Let's get this money!

Cut back to the Gophers, where Izzy was doing an interesting dance to say the least.

Izzy: I call this.... The Dance... of... The Rattlesnake. Look into my eyes, what do you see? Ah duh nuh. Nuh. NUH.. NUH. UH! UH! NUHH! NUH! NUH! NUH!

Owen: Oh she's good...

We then see various routines, most notably Beth as she was apart of her school's Color Guard do a flaming baton twirl-off. As skilled as she was, the fire nearly hit LeShawna, Heather and Lindsay in their face with Heather being the first to remark.

Heather: Are you sure this is safe, Beth?

Beth: Don't worry, I've had a lot of time to practice since school let out.

She began going faster and whether it was an accident or not, she flipped one of them out of her hands and sure enough, the second one went flying straight in the air.

Owen: Run!

Every Gopher member took his words to heart as they scrambled and dodged, as they didn't want to be barbcued by a rouge baton. It came back down to Earth with a harmless thud, the fire having been put out by the fast terminal velocity on its way back down. They all emerge from behind the wooden tables as everyone looked at Beth.

Beth: I kinda missed the catching class.

As they huddled back together, Trent was the first to notice that the other baton had come to rest on a bush and said bush caught fire.

Trent: Uh, guys... the bush is on fire.

As soon as the bush was shown, cameras then flipped to Justin and like he was out of high budget movie extinguished the fire as his own customary dreamy music began playing. LeShawna handed him a water bottle and after he unnecessarily ripped his shirt off, he began downing the water not only to his mouth but... on his body as well with a single droplet hitting his pectoral engineering a steam hiss. All the girls from the Gophers sideline, Owen for some god unknown reason as well basked in his glory before Heather piped up.

Heather: Okay then.. So I think it's going to be Trent, Justin and myself.... any objections?

Everyone shook their heads with a unanimous 'no' as we then checked on the remaining two members of the Gophers, Cody and Gwen, the former of which had been creepily following the latter for God knows how long after the team had dispersed.

Cody: What you got there, a journal?

Gwen: Beat it.

Cody: Oh I get it. It's private, huh? I'm down with that for sure. It's cool, bruh.

Gwen then gave him a murderous look.

Gwen: What part of 'beat it' did you not understand?

Cody, apparently not hearing the threatening pleas of Gwen, got a way too close sniff of her.

Gwen: What are you, some kind of freak from the depths of the netherworld?

Cody: Y-you just smell really pretty that's all.

Gwen was about to retort, when she started hearing a guitar strum but moreover she heard the ever condscending voice of Heather.

Heather: Oh look, the first hook up of the season!

Gwen looked at the Queen B with a look mixed with both sarcasm and horror.

Gwen: Oh yeah. We're going at it big time. I need a swim to cool off.

Two door slams one of which Cody got smacked by, falling off the ledge.

Trent: Gwen, hold up! I'll come with you.

Gwen: Sure. I-I mean whatever.

As soon as the musician and goth left together, the coast being clear. Heather looked at Lindsay, hellbent on destroying any creditbility and rapport Gwen was building with her fellow campers.

Heather (looking right Lindsay): Lindsay, stay here. We've got a diary to find.

Cameras flipped between both teams witnessing and the six participants who would be displaying their unique talents. The final preparations were being made as Von had just been spinning his basketball as he saw Courtney tune up her violin and DJ finishing up his last calisthenics and the latter of these three choosing to conserve his energy.

Von: So Bridge, can you really stand on your hands for twenty minutes?

Bridgette, never one to turn down a challenge, smirked.

Bridgette: You wanna bet that I can't right now?

Von pulled a twenty dollar bill, matching the dare.

Von: You're so on!

Soon a majority of thr Killer Bass joined in on Von and Bridgette's bet.

Harold: I'll take a piece of that action!

DJ: Yeah much love to you Bridge, but that's dang near impossible to do.

Bridgette: Less talking, more money flashin'. Ante up, boys!

After Bridgette gave the bet money from the guys to Katie and Sadie to hold, She got on her hand and began the challenge.

Bridgette: OK, twenty minutes... starting right now!

Von had began the timer as Tyler and Harold laughed at the site beholding them. Courtney trying to pay no mind, continued tuning up her stringed instrument but what she didn't anticipate was her surfer teammate colliding into her. Yes, about two or three minutes into the challenge, Bridgette had lost her balance and while it wasn't like a ten car pileup, there was a lot of damage to behold. Everyone gasped as Bridgette and Courtney came to.

Bridgette: Oh crap!

Von: You two all right?

Duncan and DJ helped Courtney off the ground while Tyler and Von helped Bridgette as they both dusted themselves but it was Courtney's horror movie worthy scream pierced the Wawanakwa sky, surely piercing the heavens.

Courtney(whimpering): You- you killed my violin, Bridgette!

Bridgette: I'm SO sorry Courtney! I didn't mean it. There's gotta be something we can do.

However the unintentional damage was already done and surely enough, Courtney's violin had splintered in two. This prompted the C-I-T to bring out the waterworks.

Still on the Screaming Gophers side of things, Heather for what seemed like the millionth time explained the plan to Lindsay.

Heather: Remember, you stand guard. And if at any point you see Gwen, you warn me.

Lindsay: Got it!

Heather slammed the door behind her as she got work ransacking the cabin, looking for anything to embarass Gwen at her absolute worst. Meanwhile Gwen in a black-ini hung out with Trent as they tried to vent out any negativity going around themselves for the most part.

Gwen(sighing): I just needed to get away from here, you know. I mean it's like they're all driving me crazy. Well, almost all of them.

She slightly smiled at Trent and he smiled back but the sweet moment was ruined by sudden rumbling. This rumbling was caused by none other the portly Owen and Cody but more so Owen as the two combined for a massive splash in the lake.

Owen: Cannonball!

Both dived in, causing a massive cannonball to soak Gwen and Trent, upsetting the Goth and not even getting a reaction out of the Smooth Musician.

Gwen: Ugh! I hate this place!

She left in a huff, causing Trent to glare at his teammates.

Trent: Nice going, guys!

Owen, who didn't want to take any blame looked at Cody.

Owen: Yeah, nice goin'.

Meanwhile, Heather was still going hard in the paint going through virtually with Gwen's name on it but so far, the Queen Bee was having no luck. If there was anything she could commend her fast growing rival on, it was keeping her privacy on lock.

Heather: Okay, if I were a secret diary, where would I be stashed at?

Lindsay, who had been twirling her hair, finally saw a peeved off Gwen heading towards the cabin and tried to delay her.

Lindsay: Hey Gwen... OH Gwen! It's you! What're you doing here, outside the cabin, Gwen?

After hearing the commotion, Heather knew she had to bail but not without her dirt on Gwen.

Gwen: Trying to get into the cabin?

Lindsay: OHH, you're trying to get into the cabin! How very interesting!

Gwen simply glared at blonde bombshell but didn't want to drag this any further.

Lindsay: Wait stay here! We can go get tans together! And you could totally use one.

Then while we can only guess she had been praying for a miracle finally found it. Gwen's diary and to the Queen Bee, her thorn's downfall. As it appeared to never been locked when Gwen left with Trent, Heather opened the journal, flipping through all the pages.

Heather: Yes. She's definitely finished after this!

Gwen: Are you gonna move? Or do I have to pull an Eva to get in?

Lindsay: You can try but I'm warning you, I have martial arts training!

Gwen looked at Lindsay with a withering stare, you would've sworn smoke was billowing out of her ears. At this point it was about self perservation for the Blonde Bombshell.

Lindsay: Okay, you can go in!

Gwen went in seeing the cabin was now a mess.

Lindsay: Oh look! Gwen's back!

Heather: Hey Gwen, how was your swim? Good or just decent enough?

She eyed both girls suspiciously and then looked at the mess around the cabin.

Gwen: What're you two up to? More importantly what happened to the cabin?

Heather: Oh, nothing... just resting before the talent show. Why are you always paranoid is the better question?

Lindsay: Yeah, really.

Soon cameras panned towards Trent fine tuning his guitar and began practicing the song he'd be performing later on during the competition, Von had been doing some dribble moves to keep his legs loose and limber, while Bridgette chewed some chips.

Bridgette: Okay, I know I'm not as good as you are on the violin, but I can do this.

Heather: Bridgette.... aww it's too bad about the accident. Looks like you're gonna get your fifteen seconds of fame after all though, huh?

Bridgette: What's that supposed to mean, Heather?

Heather just shrugged her arms, feigning concern for what had happened earlier between the Bass teammates.

Heather: Oh nothing, just no one would sabotage their own teammate like that. Unless they felt threatened.

Bridgette: Hey maybe that's how you Gopher players operate, but we don't play that over here on the Killer Bass side of things. We're a team.

Heather: Well then, you'll be going down as a team, I guess. Oh, and ease up on those chips. You don't wanna sink that surfboard of yours.

Bridgette glared at her and simply tossed said snack at her face.

Heather (Confessional): What a bunch of sad ass losers. It's too easy, it's almost not fun... I said 'almost'.

(Confessional ends)

The participants who weren't participated sat down in the makeshift seating as Chris introduced the challenge.

Chris (via a megaphone): It's the TDI Talent Extravaganza! Welcome all to the very first Camp Wawanakwa... Talent Contest. Where tonight six campers will display their gifts and attempt to not embarass themselves horribly. First up representing his Screaming Gophers... Here's Justin!

Polite clapping ensued as The Model stood on stage amongst the viewing Gophers and Bass who opted not to show their zany talents.

Owen: Do it dude! Yeah! Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Lindsay: Woo-Hoo, Yeah Justin! Oh, yeah!

A series of cameras began flashing as Justin hit a montage of poses, flexing his body, dancing. He ended his portion of the show with a tribute to a rather sexy moment in pop culture history when he slumped back, dropping water on his body.

(Static)

Owen (Confessional): There are only two words to describe that performance! Jus and Tin. Man, that guy is so hot, I could kiss him right now! (he paused) Because he's such a good teammate! Oh, I didn't say that live did? Stupid!

(Confessional ends.)

Chris: Wow I don't exactly know what was, but dannnng, you got some killer moves, dude!

Ding Ding Ding!

Chris: And so does Chef, nicely done Justin.

Izzy and Lindsay began cheering as Chef's monitor stopped at a solid seven for The Eye Candy.

Chris: Alright first up for the Killer Bass.... make some noise for the resident big guy, DJ!

Tyler: Woo-Hoo!

Katie and Sadie: Yayyy! Wooo!

He played some spiritual music on a boom box as he daintly bursted out with a sash, doing what appeared routine with ribbon moves included. Things seemed to be going well for DJ. That was until he got tangled in his rope and fell down.

Chris: Dainty, yet very masculine. Let's see what D.J. Chef thinks. Not much apparently.

Chef gave the big guy an abysmal two for his efforts.

Chris: Next on deck is Trent. Take it away my good man.

He got a stool as he practiced strummed his guitar, waiting for the right moment to start his song.

Trent: This goes out to a very special someone here at the camp.

Trent (singing softly): They say we've only got summer, and I say that's really a bummer. But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun... It'll just be the two of us... Nothing to do... just hang. So let me say only this... Stick 'round... for just one kiss....

As soon as the cool-handed Trent uttered the last words of his song, he looked up and was met with a thunderous approval.

Chris: Nice work! I'm liking your style Trent! And Grandmaster Chef agrees with me as he gives your solid but not spectacular five.

The Cool Guy waved his hand at the crowd at the camera.

Chris: Alright, you're cramping my style and hogging my style, buddy. So off you go. Alright three are down and three are left to go, but right now the Killer Bass are sucking so bad. Can they right the ship? We'll see as up next it's Bridgette!

She looked terrified as Courtney and De'Von looked at her.

Courtney: Are you sure you can do this?

Bridgette's stomach quickly and defiantly at that rumbled.

Bridgette: Oooh, definitely. No guys, I'm really great. Trust me.

Von: If you say so, good luck Bridge.

She got into her handstand walking carefully into the crowd's view as she began belching pretty consistently. Things seemed to be going well, that was until she vomited a bit and the campers watching on had a right to be shocked. But the second time... oh boy it was like the beautiful surfer chick hit a different gear.

Bridgette: Bleghhh... BLURBBBBBBBB!!!!!

She began spraying chunks violently as Heather, Courtney and Von looked on in either sadness or pure disgust. Owen was the first experience the onslaught.

Owen: I'm hit! I'm HITTTTTTTT!

She wouldn't stop there as she projectiled all over the BFFL's, but they too would join the Vomit Express as they began screaming!

Katie: AHHHHHH! Mfm mfm, BLRGGGGRGHHHHH!

Bridgette tried desperately to hold on but her personal hell wouldn't stop there, as she soon slipped on a puddle of her snack landing into the Killer Bass crowd, right into Tyler. And boy, Lindsay wasn't happy in the slightest.

Lindsay: Hey! Why don't you puke on your OWN boyfriend?!

Heather: On your own WHAT Lindsay?

Lindsay: I didn't say boyfriend!

Chris: Yikes... clean up in aisles three, four, five and six! We'll be back as we hose the joint down, don't change that dial.

(Confessional Start; Static)

Bridgette: Going home won't be so bad... I-I guess I can always work at the surf shack.

(Confessional ends)

Chris: Welcome back to the TDI Talent Extravangza! Yes yes, so in a crazy twist of events, Bridgette's Chunk blowing fest somehow got a two on the Chef-O-Meter by Grand Master Chef but it's still not enough to over the Screaming Gophers, who're still holding serve thanks to Trent's love song. So without further, here she goes for the leaders.... Heather!!

Chris exited just as the mean-sprited Queen B walked on.

Heather: Originally, I was going to dance for you all but instead, I decided I wanted to celebrate team spirit, with a little collaboration.

She pulled Gwen's diary out much to the goth's chagrin and utter surprise.

Gwen: She wouldn't dare. There's no way she's this callous.

Heather: So, with words from Gwen, performance by yours truly. A-hem. "So I'm trying ignore him, but he's just so darn cute. If they had custom ordered a guy to be a distraction for me at this desolate camp. It'd be Hottie McHotterson.

She feigned a gasp as she continued reading.

Heather: "We just totally connect. He is pretty much the only person I can relate to here, and I know it's gonna sound cliche, but I love guys who can play the guitar."

Cody: Wait, I don't play the guitar....

It didn't take very long to put two and two together for Cody to know said Hottie was Trent. Gwen, a combination of pissed, flustered and embarassed slid off of the log as she ran away, Heather seemingly proud at the goal she accomplished

Heather: I thank you all for your time.

Courtney: That was so mean.

Bridgette: Seriously.

Von: Yeah no kidding, the sooner karma comes crashing down on her, the better. Gwen's a better person than me, cause that witch would've gone missing by tomorrow morning.

Chris: Well then, it's down to the final act of this challenge. Will De'Von's crazy athleticism and bounce turn it around. I seriously doubt it, but let us find out.

Von had grabbed a basketball and began dribbling it around like he was an actual pro.... that was until the ball got away from and hit a huge splinter and began deflating rapidly.

Von: Well... damn. Guess we're officially screwed.

Bridgette: Now what're we going to do?! We have to send someone out there now, or we'll be booting someone off the team!

Courtney: Katie and Sadie are still getting cleaned up in the communal!

Bridgette: Well that only leaves Harold, Duncan and Tyler. We can all agree Tyler sucks, what are Duncan's talents again?

Courtney: Carve a picture of his own skull into a tree? AGHHH, What're we going to do?!

They look over their shoulder to see Harold stretching.

Courtney: Come on, just go for it Harold. What have you got to lose honestly?

Harold looked at the campers as he began beatboxing off the rip but he also added his grunt and signature 'GOSH' in sequence as well. He did this for a good minute and a half before stopping. Silence filled the crowd before the Screaming Gophers and Killer Bass exploded in thunderous applause.

Courtney, Von and Bridgette: HE DID IT, HELL YEAH COMING CLUTCH FOR THE SECOND WEEK IN A ROW!(Von) (Bridgette and Courtney) HAROLD, HAROLD, HAROLD!

Courtney: That was amazing!

Chris: Wicked beatboxing, Harold!

DING DING DING!

Chris: And check it out, Grand Master Chef has declared his winner! Even though they held the lead, The Killer Bass storm back to take SWEET VICTORY!

Von: Way to step up in the last moments, my guy. HAROLD DON'T DRIVE AUTOMATIC BECAUSE HE GOT THE CLUTCH!

Chris: Screaming Gophers as for you, Pick your favorite loser and I'll be seeing you at the campfire elimination ceremony!

(Static)

Heather (Confessional): People thought I was mean to Gwen? Please, all I really needed was four votes against Justin. Lindsay and Beth are already putty in my hands, Izzy's just plain loco and Owen? Piece of cake.

Owen (Confessional): Mhm haha, piece of cake....

(Confessional ends)

We drop in at the latest elimination ceremony as the Gophers who already had a marshmallow watched in anticipation to see who avoid elimination.

Chris: I want to give you kiddos kudos for an incredible night of talent and chaos! I mean music, drama, barfing! But only one can claim this last remaining sweet treat.... Justin, you reminded us all that looks matter a whole lot. And Heather, you're just full of unsavory surprises.

Heather just breathed nonchalantly as she wasn't worried one bit.

Chris: I mean, reading another chick's diary... that is demonic activity if I ever witnessed it. And to read Gwen's diary to the entire world. Wack City if I have ever seen it. No, I'm being serious, that was legitmately one of the worst things I've ever witnessed, dude.

Gwen looked like she was ready to rip Heather piece by piece and burn her to a legit crisp.

Heather: Oh, please, just give me my marshmallow, McLean.

Chris: Justin, I believe on all accounts, this will be forever be truly wrong. But tonight, your hotness wasn't enough to save you brah.... The last marshmallow goes to.... Heather.

He tossed Heather the marshmallow as he looked at Justin with some pity.

Chris: Boat of Losers is that way, my guy.

Heather: Later brah!

She ate the confectionary treat as she stalked off, soaking off her apparent victory.

(Static)

Gwen (Confessional): If that evil, aggravating little cow at any point THINKS she's getting away with what she pulled at the talent show. She's got another thing coming.

(Confessional ends)

Gwen walked over to Killer Bass side of camp as she knocked on the guys cabin, De'Von answering it.

Von: Gwen, hey. Glad to see you ain't letting what Heather pulled get to you.

Gwen: Oh don't worry, she's gonna get hers. Is Harold in there?

Von: Yeah hang on.

Switching out with his teammate, Harold came to the screen door.

Gwen: You said you brought your red ant farm?

Harold: Yes...

25 minutes later, a horror movie worthy scream pierced the nighttime as Heather was seen bursting out of the girls' portion of the Screaming Gophers cabin. Gwen turned over, looking at the camera as she chuckled evilly, as she made sure Heather would atone for her sins.

Gwen: Sweet dreams to all my teammates not named Heather. Hahahahahaha!

Heather continued screaming as she desperately tried getting the ants off of her.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR!

Elimination Order:

22nd: Ezekiel (Killer Bass)

21st: Eva (Killer Bass)

20th: Noah (Screaming Gophers)

19th: Justin (Screaming Gophers)