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Chap 12prt 1 Basic Straining

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island… The teams were given three challenges that tested their trust in their teammates. The rock climbing challenge revealed more than just Heather’s grudge against Gwen. And Trent got the bad end of a blowfish courtesy of Lindsay. DJ trusted Geoff with his pet bunny. Huge mistake, by the way. Some other campers got dropped on their butts and Duncan shocked Courtney by showing her his softer side. Yeah, touching moments. Good times. Stay tuned for the most dramatic bonfire ceremony yet on Total. Drama. Island!

Harold: Okay! Who’s made s’mores out of my underwear?!

Duncan and Geoff: [laugh]

[splat]

Courtney: Ew! Harold! You are so totally gross!

Harold: No wait! It wasn’t me! Idiots!

Iris smirks at Harold "that offer is still open Harold. All you need to do is say yes."

Harold "I'm not a fool you only want to use me to get back a Duncan." He said crossing his arms. She chuckles before walking away.

(Confessionals Iris)

Sigh

"All good things come to those who wait. Me making it clear I will help Harold has him think. Come on Duncan and boys give him that push I need." *laughs *

*static*

(End Confessionals)

Chef [through loudspeaker]: Listen up, you little cockroaches! I want all campers to report to the Dock of Shame at 0900 hours! That means now, soldiers! Now!

Chef [through megaphone]: Lone up and stand at attention! You call this proper formation?! Knees together!

Geoff: Ah! Ah!

Chef [through megaphone]: Arms down!

Duncan: Ooh!

Chef [through megaphone]: Eyes forward! Head up!

[whack whack whack whack]

Gwen [hushed, to Trent] :Oh, this is gonna be a fun day.

[megaphone feedback]

Chef: [through megaphone] What did you say to me, soldier?!

Gwen: Um… Nothing?

Chef: [through megaphone] And you’ll continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something! Today’s challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive.

Owen: [chuckles]

[whack]

Owen: Aww, that hurt!

Chef: [through megaphone] My orders are to make sure that all of the babies in front of me drop out of my boot camp except one. The last one standing wins immunity for their team!

Heather: Uh… what happened to Chris?

Chef: [through megaphone] Rule number one! You will address me as Master Chief! Have you got that?!

All: Yes, Master Chief!

Chef: [through megaphone] You will sleep when I tell you to sleep! And you will eat only when I tell you to eat! Is that clear?!

Geoff: Yes, Master Chief!

Chef: [through megaphone] Rule number two! When you are ready to give up, you will walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell. Which brings me to rule number three! I’ll have to get one quitter before the end of the first day! And that day will not end until someone drops out! Now get your butts down to the beach, soldiers! Now, now, now!

[all scream]

Gwen: [confessional] Okay, whoever’s sick, twisted idea this was to put him in charge of this challenge, I have to say… I’m a little bit impressed.

Chef: Listen up! Each team will hold a canoe over their heads! I catch you taking your hands off the canoe, and you will be eliminated. And no one eats lunch until someone drops out. Canoes up!

Owen: Pfft! This isn’t that hard.

Geoff: Piece of cake!

Courtney: [straining]

[stomach growls]

Chef: Come on, you sissies! It’s only been three hours!

Chris: Looks like they missed lunch today.

Chef: Mmhmm. Guess they just weren’t hungry! Unless someone wants to quit now.

[stomach growls]

Gwen: Don’t even think about it, Owen!

[fishing line reeling]

[stretching]

Duncan: [whispering] Time to land that fish.

[rip]

Harold: Ow! Idiots!

Chef: Is there a problem down here?!

Harold: No.

Owen: [snoring]

Chef: Twenty-five of us went to the jungle that night. Only five came back out.

Gwen: [yawns] What war were you in, anyway?

Chef: Did I ask you to speak?! Because I don’t remember asking you to speak!

Gwen: Whatever. He so wasn’t in a war.

Lindsay: Guys, I-I can’t do this anymore. [whining] I have no more feeling in my arms.

Chef: Looks like we got ourselves a quitter!

Owen: Don’t do it, Lindsay!

[bell rings]

Tossing the canoes and groan.

Chef: [to Lindsay] Listen here. You have nothing to be ashamed of. [through megaphone] Except being a little baby that let your team down! As for the rest of you, head to the mess hall! Dinner is served!

Owen: Sweet Marie, thank you!

Chef: All right, maggots! Open your ears! You’ve got ten minutes to eat before night training begins! Get to it!

Owen: No way!

Harold: Aw, man. No way!

Gwen: Um, excuse me? Master Chief? Where’s the food?

Chef: You’re looking at it. [chuckles]

Owen: This is the leftover garbage from this morning’s breakfast.

Chef: Darn right! When you’re at war, you take what you can get!

Chris: Well, I can see you’ve got this under control. I’m off to craft services. Coming?

Chef: Serve me up some of that.

Gwen: [sighs]

Heather: Oh, I am not eating this.

Courtney: [scoffs] Me neither.

Duncan: Don’t care for today’s specials, Princess?

Courtney: I am going to be running for office one day, and no one is going to pull up a file of me eating garbage!

Duncan: Hey, Harold? We felt really bad about the whole underwear fishing incident thing. So here, we found you some apple juice.

Harold: Thanks. [sips] [spits] That’s not juice!

Duncan: Oh! Oh! My mistake dude.

Geoff: [snickers]

Duncan: W-We must’ve confused it with the kitchen grease.

Courtney: You guys are so immature. I hope you’re proud of yourselves.

Duncan: Heh. Okay, look. I know you like me. He knows you like me, everyone knows it. So here’s a tip. If you wanna kiss me, I might let you.

Courtney: And to think I actually thought you were nice!

Duncan: Shh! Me? Nice? Haha, yeah right.

Geoff: Why’d you think that?

Courtney: Nevermind. I was wrong. He’s just as gross and annoying as he wants you to believe. Enjoy your garbage!

Harold got up and left my eyes follow him.

Heather sat by me "your going to use him aren't you? Playing savior to the bullied kind. Whats in it for you?" She asked hushed so no one can hear. "Duncan getting a taste of his own medicine." I said standing up. "Guys you really shouldn't do that to him." I said looking worried. "Oh yeah and why not?" Duncan smirks. "I know you can care les about what we do to him. No this is something else." He said now infront of me. "Look all I'm saying is you continue to bully him. He will retaliate and you would never see it coming. As for not caring I do care because I am 100% against bullying." I said leaving the mess hall. I walked to the camp where Chef and my dad are at. "Hey there sweetpea come to hang out with us." Chef said pulling out a seat for me. "Saw that whole speech you gave to Duncan. Covering your tracks impressive but I don't think Harold will break." Dad said putting together my plan. "He is not the first one to play hard ball with me. I like the challenge and sooner or later I get what I want." I said making him blink. "Its scary stop it" he said pointing at me. "Sorry sweetpea but time to start night training." Chef stood up and I walk with him.

[Thriller-like music plays]

[music stops]

[campers sigh]

Courtney: Duncan, what are you doing?

Duncan: One of us drops out, we’re done for the day.

Chef: We’re done when I say we’re done! Now drop and give me twenty! Anyone else got anything they want to say?

Gwen: Uh, yeah. Can I go to the bathroom?

Gwen: Not exactly what I had in mind.

Chef: For your next challenge, you will complete a three-hundred word essay about how much you love… me. Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the challenge will be eliminated!

[clock ticks]

[buzzer sounds]

[scribbling]

Harold: Crap.

Chef: “I love Master Chief Hatchet because he is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very…” This is just one sentence with five pages of “very”s in between!

Duncan: It’s three hundred words exactly! You can count them if you want.

Chef: Whoa! Ugh! [to Owen] Wipe up that drool, you little baby!

[slam]

Chef: You two slackers are out. The rest of you, get to bed and report to the playing field at 0500 hours.

Duncan: Uh, missed a spot there, General.

Chef: Boy! Do you wanna run fifty laps around this camp right now?!

Courtney: No thanks! He’s going straight to bed. Aren’t you? [hushed] What are you trying to do? Get eliminated?

Duncan: I didn’t know you cared.

Courtney: I don’t! I just don’t wanna lose his challenge! So stop being such a screwup and do what you’re told for once! Okay?

Duncan: She wants me.

Geoff: No doubt.

Chef: You will all run this course until you can all complete it in under one minute. Am I making myself clear?

Duncan: Crystal.

Courtney: If you lose this for us, I’m gonna make you so miserable.

Chef: Go, maggots, go!

We all started the course, it was not bad nothing like my aunt Mackenzie's.

Harold: Aww! [retches]

Duncan: Uh, General Crazy? We’ve got a situation here.

Harold: Too… much… [coughs] mud.

Chef: Ring the bell and report to the infirmary! Your tour of duty is finished.

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