"Andy!" Patrick screamed, running to him, on the verge of tears.

Gerard, Ryan, and Ray followed, terrified.

"Who did this to you?!" Ryan demanded, furious at whoever did it.

Andy grunted behind his gag.

"Ryan, he can't speak." Gerard said.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out of this." Ray said, wondering if they really could untie him.

"I have my handy dandy Swiss Army knife from boy scouts. I've had it since I was 8." Ray said.

"Nerd alert." Gerard coughed.

"Hey shut up, would you? I was in boy scouts too!" Patrick said, offended.

"Yeah! Why does boy scouts have to be a negative thing?" Ray asked.

"There's nothing negative about it." Ryan said.

Ray felt around in his pockets and sure enough, his pocket knife was there. He pulled it out and starting sawing through the tape that tied Andy to the chair. It was taking awhile so Patrick tossed his fedora and it boomeranged back with a big kitchen knife. He helped Ray and cut off Andy's gag.

"Tha-thank you guys!" Andy said. "I was scared I'd be stuck here for... forever!"

"I'll admit, that was overdramatic. But don't worry we're all here for you." Patrick said.

"Plus we have the next cooking challenge in like, five minutes so somebody would have spotted you." Gerard said.

"Who did this?" Ryan asked.

"Pete, Frank and Brendon. I took away their drinks and they came after me, three against one. The threw me on this chair and tied me up with duct tape. They ran off outside with the alcohol."

"Well we have a few minutes until Billie Joe gets here. Let's run and find them!" Ryan said.

Ryan, Gerard, Patrick, and Ray ran off, leaving Andy half-untied.

"Guys, wait!" Andy yelled after them. "I'm still... aw come on!"

Andy sat in silence until the group came back dragging Pete, Frank, and Brendon inside.

"Everything's good now. I dumped the last of the alcohol in the ocean." Patrick said.

"No you didn't." Brendon said, smelling the air. "I smell some beer inside a cabinet near the living room couch."

"Okaaay well that's for later, buddy." Andy said.

I keep forgetting about his weird alcohol-smelling-ability." Gerard said.

"Yeah you get used to it eventually." Ryan replied.

"Can we have more beer?" Brendon whined.

"No! Have you not gotten the memo? Get it through your empty-ass head! No. More. Beer!" Ryan said.

"Yeah. You idiots don't realize our next challenge is in three minutes. Seriously what were you thinking? You're all so stupid!" Gerard lectured.

"Awww lighten up." Brendon said.

"Three minutes is plenty of time to sober up and get ready." Pete said.

"Well you have three seconds to sober up because it's time now." Billie Joe said, standing in the door frame. He had appeared during the chaos and nobody noticed him arrive. But he was here now and he was ready to get down to business to finish up the day's last challenge.

"Woah! Hello there, emo god! We didn't even notice you come in!" Ray said.

"Yeah? Well I'm here and I'm tired. Let's get the ball rolling because it's gonna be late soon and I just wanna go snuggle up in bed, okay?" Billie Joe said.

"I wanna snuggle up with Gerard..." Frank thought out loud in his drunken state.

Gerard blushed. "He...he didn't mean that."

"You sure?" Billie Joe asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because it sure sounded like he did."

"Y-yeah. He's drunk."

"Drunk? Why are you drunk three minutes before a challenge? Who's lousy idea was that?"

Everyone pointed at Frank, Brendon, and Pete.

"Responsibility..." Billie Joe said.

"Whas that suppos'ta mean?" Brendon giggled.

"Nothing." Billie Joe said before chanting something. It seemed to be yet another emo-god-spell. When he stopped chanting, the drunken trio became sober again.

"Wow..." Ryan whispered, impressed with Billie Joe's magic.

"Were you drinking too?" Billie Joe asked Ryan, pointing to the beer stain on Ryan's not-so-fresh-anymore white T-shirt.

"No I wasn't, sir. It got poured on me when I was trying to wrestle a bottle out of Pete's hands." Ryan answered, glaring at Pete.

"Kudos to you, Ryan. Good job." Billie Joe said, impressed, making Ryan feel proud.

"S-sorry about that." Pete said.

"No you're not."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Pete said. "I didn't mean any of it."

"Hey! Aren't those lyrics to your own song?" Ryan accused.

"I just got too lonely, lonely, woah!" Pete sang. "In between being young and being right."

"That's your song Fourth Of July, right?" Ryan asked. "Are we sure he's truly sober?"

"I am." Pete said.

"Hey isn't that song Fourth Of July about my brother, Mikey?" Gerard asked, rolling his eyes.

"Wha- what? No way! W-what... What are you what t-t-talking about? Hah. Hah. Heh. What? That's crazy! No! Mikey? This Mikey? As in Mikey Way? Hah! No! It's n-not about M-Mikey!" Pete stammered.

"I don't have time for this." Billie Joe said face-palming. "Go get the rest of your group and meet me in the living room so we can discuss the next part of Cook For A Day."

"Ooops. I swear you just said cock for a day." Brendon smirked.

"Okay wise guy, that's enough out of you. Now go."

They did as they were told and one minute later, all twelve of them were huddled together in the living room.

"Same rules apply as the previous two rounds. You need two snack items and a drink. That's all. And I swear if I find any of you drinking while on the job, I'm gonna be pretty pissed, you hear?" Billie Joe said.

"Yes, sir" they mumbled.

"I can't hear you!" Billie Joe yelled

"YES SIR!" the crowd responded

He started laughing. "I love how the minute I get tough you guys are just... instantly ready to do whatever I say, it's so amusing. Anyway. I really have confidence in you guys. You've shown me lots of effort and hard work so far. You've really impressed me."

"Thank you."

"Thanks!"

Thanks, sir."

"That means a lot."

They thanked him many times truly feeling confident.

"You have the next fifteen minutes to plan. At 7:45 you may start cooking. Everything has to be complete and ready to go at 8:45. That means you have an hour to cook. As usual, you must get a an 70% average to pass. Ready and... go!"

He disappeared, leaving the gang to themselves.

"Okay, first thing's first we need a new leader." Andy said.

"I nominate Dallon." Patrick said.

Dallon was surprised. Not too long ago Patrick as yelling at him to get out his bedroom. Not to mention he was kind of the outcast in the group. Every one on the cruise came in a group or a pair. Frank, Ray, Gerard, and Mikey. Ryan and Brendon. Patrick, Joe, Andy, and Pete. Then just Dallon.

"I would love to be the leader." Dallon said.

Brendon smiled and spoke up too. "Yeah Dallon would make an excellent leader!"

"Thank you, Brendon."

"I agree. He's quiet but very nice." Ray said.

"I think so too. Okay all in favor of Dallon being the leader say aye." Joe announced.

The room was filled with aye's.

Well except one nay.

Everyone turned to stare at Ryan.

"You're outnumbered, bro." Joe said. "Majority rules, Dallon's the new leader. Why don't you like him anyway?"

"I don't trust him." Ryan spat, thinking of Brendon's fascination with the tall, awkward man.

Dallon looked sad. "That's uh... that's okay... N-not everyone here has to l-like me." He looked visibly hurt.

"Let's all put our differences aside and work together." Patrick said.

"Shut up, Patrick. I wasn't looking for a solution." Ryan said. "I hate Dallon and I bet he has crappy leadership skills. Just look at him, he's a tall, awkward, speaking giraffe."

"T-take that bad! I mean take that back!" Dallon said, trying to be tough but messing up the phrase.

"Make me." Ryan said. "You big old giraffe."

"Don't be mean!" Dallon said, having a voice crack.

"Oh you poor little 12 year old, having voice cracks, eh? Remind me again why I should respect you?"

Pete tried to conceal his laughter at the cringe coming in from both fronts.

Dallon backed away, completely afraid.

"Ryan... Is this really necessary?" Brendon asked.

"Yeah Ryan take a few deep breaths." Ray said.

"Of course it's necessary. This punk is in the way." He whispered "of us" quietly at the end of his sentence to himself. Although he swore Brendon might have heard.

Dallon gulped loudly. "Ryan let's handle this like men, please?"

"Men? Says the dude who had a voice crack less than a minute ago."

"Ryan back off!" Dallon said, firmly this time.

"You don't tell me what to do, giraffe!"

And with that, Ryan punched Dallon in the jaw.