Frights & Caves

The seventeenth chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on August 2, 2015. The contestants take part in a spooky late-night scavenger hunt and Nic plans to vanquish Trey once and for all.
==Story==
“Previously on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown,” begins Roz. “The final eight competed in a challenge that totally had nothing to do with the video game that happened to come out right near when this episode was made! Certain contestants were pummeled, while Flora decided that she didn’t like hurting people and chose to forfeit the challenge. Laaaame. Julia finally won her first challenge, and just when it looked like Trey was going to go home, Layla spontaneously decided to quit! I mean, I’ve basically lived with the girl for months and months, and I can agree that she gets a bit tiring to be around. But great character development, huh? You gotta appreciate her transition from rude snobby rich girl to super kind selfless winner to ruder snobbier richer girl to… some weird place in the middle. Anyway, we’ve got seven left! And today there won’t be much super happy fun time in the cabin, as we’ve got a challenge to attend to! It’ll be spooky and nighttime-y. Yes, I know we’ve already had a Halloween challenge, and yes, I know it’s waaay past Halloween. Blame the producers, NOT me. Okay, let’s just get to the show or something.”
The contestants are shown lying around on the cabin floor. Nic glares at Trey, who glares at Wolfgang, who then glares at him back. Julia glares at Arthur, who winks at her. Chelsey glares at Flora, who is asleep.
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “These people are unbelievably petty. I feel like our cabin is just completely imploding, and I really don’t know who to trust at this point. I hope my… gruff personality hasn’t alienated possible alliance members, but I mean, I can trust Flora and Chelsey… right? Will they even work with each other anymore? Do Arthur and Julia even care about the game, or do they just yell at each other? And WHY does Chelsey keep helping out Trey?!”
“So, the night is young,” says Arthur. “Who wants to hear a fun and embarrassing story? It is about Middle School Julia.”
“Ohhhhhh, no. It’s not like you don’t have any embarrassing middle school stories yourself, moron. I can think of about five hundred… let’s see, there was that time you put a tack on Principal O’Shaughnessy’s chair and it sent him to the E.R. for a month, the time you egged your math teacher’s house because you got an E on a test that you didn’t even study for for one minute… oh, and speaking of eggs, there was the time we had to take care of raw eggs and pretend they were babies and you took out a frying pan and hard-boiled and ate mine while I was in the bathroom, the time you shoplifted from the school store and got suspended, the time you got out of the school spelling bee for misspelling the word ‘obese,’ I could go on and on,” rants Julia.
“Okay, half of those I do not even remember,” says Arthur. “But, like, it makes me so much more of a daredevil. Girls like bad boys, right? Especially the morbidly obeeeese ones.”
“Nope. On second thought, I WILL go on and on. How about the time when you fainted during the twenty minute run in gym class and Kavren had to give you mouth-to-mouth in the middle of the gym? And then there was that time when you announced to everyone in the middle of social studies that you were a distant descendant of Karl Marx and your family records were searched and seized for any trace of communism. Oh, and don’t forget that time that you recited a romantic poem to Sarah back when you had a massive crush on her but ended up forgetting the words, so you gave up and instead started spontaneously rapping ‘Baby Got Back,’” Julia says.
“Aw, come on. Does anyone NOT want to be related to Karl Marx? Look at his beard, it is just wondrous,” says Arthur.
There is a long pause. Flora then wakes up. “I’m really tired,” she says.
“Well, isn’t that just great? We totally wanted to hear that, yep,” says Chelsey. “My life is soooo much better now thanks to your insight. Thanks so much, Flora. Whoop-dee-diddly-doo.” She moans loudly.
“Now, my friends, I would like to hold an open forum on a hot topic that is just begging to be discussed,” says Nic. “The subject: Trey.”
“Dude, I’m right here…” says Trey. “You better not say anything too offensive…”
“Oooh. Trey’s sooo nice. But he’s at the bottom of the POPULARITY POLL, so he just SUUUUUCKS!” wails Chelsey.
“Chelsey, you seemed perfectly fine twenty minutes ago at elimination,” says Wolfgang. “What the crap?”
“Who cares about Chelsey’s mental state?!” says Nic. “The only Chelsey-related thing I care about is her attractiveness. We must hold off on discussing whether or not she is okay. Because we must take out Trey. Hey, I just rhymed. Sweet.”
“I was almost eliminated before Layla quit, is that enough for you…?” says Trey.
Trey is shown in the confessional. “UGH! He needs to stop, seriously, eventually I’m just going to snap at the little shrew and my cover will be completely blown! Dang it! I have to calm down and control myself… Remember, he’s pathetic and has no meaning in my life…”
Nic is shown in the confessional. “My plan is called ‘Operation: Troll Trey.’ Arthur is a MASTER Trey-Troll, so I’ll enlist his assistance. I’m assuming Wolfie will gladly join me too. Only then will he finally snap and reveal his true evil motives! Or, well, 'evil' motives. Gotta have the air-quotes. He’s really pretty laughable.”
Roz then walks into the cabin in her pajamas. “Heyyy, guys,” she says, while yawning.
“Ugh, Roz, there better not be a challenge right now,” says Wolfgang, who looks even more tired.
“Well, lucky for you, Wolfie, there IS a challenge right now. This is not something I wanna do, trust me,” Roz says. “Producers said… Spooky challenge… Nighttime… You know, scavenger hunt… Yeah, something like that, I kinda dozed off halfway through.”
“Okay, so can we not do the challenge and just sleep or something?” says Julia. “Even I’M tired.”
“Yeah, seriously, it’s midnight…” Trey says. “You don’t like to see us suffer, Roz, do you…”
“Okay. I’m out of here,” says Roz. “I can’t do this. Bye!” She staggers away, and as she walks outside, a loud “whump” is heard.
“So… what do we do now?” asks Flora.
“Well, do not mind me, I’m just coming up with a treatise that I will present later today… well, maybe tomorrow… that will discuss tactics for properly getting Trey out,” says Nic, who’s jotting down things on a massive pad of paper.
“TreeeeEEEEEy!” says Chelsey. “You know, Nic, you’re cute in the moonlight… Ahahuuuu.”
“Okay, now we know there’s really something wrong with the chick,” says Wolfgang dryly.
“Oh, please. Chelsey is just starting to appreciate my true manliness,” Nic says.
Arthur scoffs. “As if. My small niece Becky is more manly than you, and she’s not even potty-tr--” he begins.
Before Arthur can finish, Chef bursts into the room and takes out a megaphone. “CHALLENGE TIME! RIGHT NOW! AND LUCKY FOR YOU GUYS, I AIN’T TIRED, SO THERE’S GONNA BE NO SLACKIN’ AROUND!”
The contestants are then shown outside, and sure enough, it’s cold and dark out. “Alrigh’. This challenge is gonna be pretty scary. Y’guys might need some diapers, y’know, jus’ in case you get too scared,” says Chef. “Trust me.”
“I bet Nic still does that,” says Arthur. “Since, you know. Becky does it too.”
“So. Let’s get to th’ challenge. You guys have to do a scavenger hunt thing. You’ll get clues, and the clues will lead to more clues, and so on. Eventually, there will be a finish line with a prize or somethin’, I don’t know. First person to get there wins. Are we clear?” says Chef.
“What’s the catch to this challenge?” says Julia, with an eyebrow raised. “And don’t try to tell us that there isn’t. Because there IS.”
“Oh, yeah. There are some, uh, supernatural elements, I guess. We were gonna use this for the Halloween challenge way back when, but, uh, we forgot ‘bout it. And we have no more ideas for challenges, so we’re doin’ it,” says Chef.
“I commend you guys for showing so much creativity,” yawns Wolfgang. “Really impressed.”
“Shhh! Th’ producers are tired of all yo’ nonsense!” says Chef. After a long pause, he continues. “Yeah. Just… Just get to it.” He pulls out a whistle and half-heartedly blows it. “Go.”
“Do we get clues?” asks Flora.
“Oh. Yeah,” says Chef. He rummages through his pockets and grabs some slips of paper. “Go crazy.” He throws the slips of paper in the air. “Oh, yeah, and some of y’ guys have the same clues! Haha, sucks for you.” He walks away, grumbling.
“I’m actually kinda scared of the dark,” says Flora, pouting. “It’s really spooky. Guys, wanna just stick together?”
“Sure, Flora, I’ll stay with you… I’m a bit scared of it too…” says Trey.
“Oh, nonononono, I’m NOT staying with yooooouuu guys…” says Chelsey. “I’m a free bird! CA-CAW!” She sprints away.
“Yeah, uh, I’m out of here,” says Wolfgang. “Come on, guys, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
“Wolfgang, not so fast, I am heading out with Julia,” says Arthur.
“You are? When did I give you permission to do that?!” says Julia.
“Meh, whatever, I couldn’t care less. Nic, then? Wanna have some male-on-male bonding time?” grins Wolfgang.
“Oh, yes. Fits in perfectly with my plans,” says Nic. “Excellent.” The group heads the opposite direction of where Chelsey sprinted off to.
“Sprinting in the woods…” says Chelsey, by herself. “Man, it feels so goooood--”
Suddenly, a masked figure with a sack pops out from behind a tree. “Gotcha!” the figure yells in an incredibly deep voice. The person grabs Chelsey, takes out some rope from a sack, and hangs Chelsey upside down from the tree.
“Um… What?! Guys?! Anyone want to help?!” she yells loudly. “Well, anyone except FLORA… Come on! I gotta win this challenge! Pleeeeease! HEEEELP!”
Arthur and Julia are then shown. “Okay, listen,” says Arthur. “I promised myself no Puber T today. But, I have something that’ll do the trick even better.”
“Uh, can you shut your pie hole for like one second while I try to decode this clue?” says Julia, examining the slip of paper.
Arthur takes out an orange pair of underwear with bats all over it. “Behold!”
“Dude, it’s WAY past Halloween,” says Julia. “Though, I can see why you would make that blunder. Your mind’s always in the freakin’ gutter.”
Before she can continue, he puts it over his head. “I am no longer Arthur. I am Vlad Darkness, hero of the world of Transylmania. (Only playable on the Wuu! U.) And I will win this challenge! Come, my lass!”
“Oh no...” says Julia.
“I said come, my lass!” He scoops up Julia and sprints away.
“HEY! If you don’t put me down, your ass is going to get REAMED!” yells Julia.
Trey and Flora are then shown walking in the woods. “The clue says that you might have to survive a ‘sticky situation’ to get the next clue,” says Flora. “Is it in a pile of sticks?”
Trey is shown in the confessional. “Flora’s a good ally, sure. But I need to win this challenge, and only me. That’s why I’m turning to... “ He pulls out a pair of sunglasses and puts them on. “Sabotage. Since they tried to get rid of me last night, I know my head’s on the chopping block, and Flora is THE challenge threat so I have to make sure she loses. But nope, looks like I’ll survive another night! And then I’ll WIN!”
“Hey, I think that means that you have to go into the swamp…” says Trey. “It’s probably sticky in there… And sludgy…”
“Oh, that might be a little bit out of my way,” says Flora cheerfully. She glances at a nearby pile of sticks. “Oh, look! There’s the clue! Yay for teamwork!” She picks up the slip of paper and reads it.
“Oh… Good job, Flora…” says Trey, trying to hide that he’s actually fuming with rage.
Flora is shown in the confessional. “Yeah, the dark is pretty scary. But not if I’m with really cool people! I’m happy that he’s helping me out in the challenge, but… a little confused.”
“Now, where should we go next?” says Flora. “Any ideas?”
“Yeah…” says Trey. “How about you go one way and I’ll go the other... Why don't you go into the spooky forest over there with a bunch of bears and stuff, and I’ll head into the city, where it’s really nice and, uh, peaceful… Sound good? I’m not mentally stable enough to be spooked that hard…”
“I’m not good with spooky stuff either!” says Flora. “We can be challenge buddies, let’s both go into the forest and conquer our fears!”
“Uh, fine…” says Trey. “Let’s just go then, I guess…” The two trudge into the forest.
Wolfgang and Nic are then shown in said forest. “Hey, do you have any idea what this clue even means?” asks Wolfgang. “Wait… This isn’t even-- why is this clue written in Spanish?”
Chef is then shown in the confessional. “We wanted to give th’ kids some… obstacles to overcome.” He cackles loudly.
“How the crap should I know?! I can’t speak Spanish,” says Nic.
Wolfgang stares at him blankly. “Really.”
“Yes, compadre, English-to-Spanish dictionaries don’t really do much for the brain, you know?” says Nic. “I know some fragmented phrases, but that’s about it.”
“Ugh, fine, let’s just go into that terrifying cave over there,” says Wolfgang, pointing to a terrifying cave. “I’m content with sleeping for this entire challenge.” He walks over towards the cave, and Nic follows him.
“But we have to win the challenge, you know? To get Trey out?” says Nic. “Oh, wait, I haven’t told you about my new scheme yet! It’s called Operation: Troll Trey.”
“Yeah, because that’s totally different from what you’ve been doing for the entire game up to this point,” says Wolfgang.
“No, seriously, man,” says Nic. “Help me out here. We bother him until he snaps and reveals his evil motives! Sound like a plan?”
“Eh, why not?” says Wolfgang. “Once I catch some Zs, I’ll be better focused on strategizing. Before Roz came in, I was having a really nice dream that involved Helga and me going to a library with unlimited books. Man, that’s my kind of date.” He sighs romantically.
The two walk into the terrifying cave, and once they get inside, they hear a rumbling noise. Shortly after, a bunch of boulders come raining down and trap the two in the cave.
“Why?” says Wolfgang.
A bear then appears out of nowhere.
“Why?” says Nic.
Arthur is then shown sprinting through the forest, still carrying Julia.
“Ugh! Put me down!” yells Julia. “I could probably sue for harassment or something! Seriously, this is gross!”
“Vlad Darkness will not rest until he finds the clue that will help him regain power over the Von Dracunov family and restore peace to the planet!” says Arthur.
Julia wiggles around and falls out of his grip and onto the ground. “Ew. You’re super sweaty, too. Disgusting,” she says.
“Okay. My fair warrior princess, your exploration skills are keen,” says Arthur. “You can help me find the clue!”
“ME? Help YOU?! You’ve done nothing this entire time! You’re the one helping ME!” yells Julia. She picks up a piece of paper from the ground. “And look, the clue is right here. Wow, didn’t see that one coming. Thanks for nothing, ‘Vlad.’”
“Anytime,” Arthur says. “Oh, and also, can you call me ‘Daddy’ instead of Vlad? I like it more. Or maybe ‘Vladdy’ as a compromise?”
“EW NO I’M LEAVING,” yells Julia, and she stomps off.
Julia is shown in the confessional, where she makes an irritated grunting noise.
Trey and Flora are then shown, walking through the forest. “This isn’t that scary at all!” says Flora. “I feel so great now. I’ve finally been able to conquer my fear!”
“What are you talking about, of course it’s scary…” says Trey. “I mean, look at that stump over there… I think I just saw it move…”
“Oh, it’s probably a mouse or something,” says Flora. “Not a big deal! I actually used to have a pet mouse as a kid. His name was Spike. He was so cute! Spike sounds like a really tough guy name, but he wasn’t tough at all. And then we fed him too much Brie cheese, and he died. Aw, I’m getting really sad thinking about it.”
“That does suck… Hey, I think I see a clue over there…” says Trey. “It’s in those pricker bushes over there… You could probably handstand to get through them, but only if you need to…”
“That’s not a clue, silly! That’s a piece of tree bark! Maybe you need to get your eyes checked,” says Flora cheerfully. “Come on, let’s keep walking. Maybe we’ll find one soon.”
Trey and Flora continue to walk through the forest, and Trey turns red and blows smoke out of his ears while Flora isn’t watching.
Trey says in the confessional, “This is INFURIATING! How can a strategic mastermind like me continue to get thwarted by Flora over here, who’s the human equivalent of a sack of potatoes?! I need to up my game a bit.”
“So, Trey,” says Flora. “You don’t look that scared! You look much calmer than you did five minutes ago, when I last asked you if you were conquering your fears yet. Are you conquering your fears yet?”
“Nope…” says Trey. “I’m actually really sweaty right now and feel like I’m about to die, but it’s really dark so I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t see my sweat… I don’t even deserve for my sweat to be seen, anyway, since I suck…”
“No, you’re making me sad again!” Flora says empathetically. “Sometimes I hum the ABCs when I’m feeling sad, it distracts me. So let’s do that!”
“Okay… You go hum the ABCs while I go up and run away from this forest…” Trey says, slowly inching away.
“Oh, you don’t like the ABCs? Aww, you could’ve just told me! Let’s get out, then!” Flora says sweetly, and she follows him once again.
Chelsey is then shown, still hanging upside down from the tree. “This... “ she begins. “This is HORRIBLE. Today is NOT going well for me. So Layla fiiiinally gets out, and spares me a lot of agony considering she was my #1 competition in basically everything -- well, except prettiness, which I obviously had her beat in -- and then Flora comes and jacks up the whole popularity meter. At least my weird meltdown from earlier seems to be over, since the blood kind of rushed to my head… But that’s also really gross. I hate blood. I don’t want it to get into my head, because my head is way too pretty for that. I bet it’ll turn my hair red or something, and red hair is only for posers. Like that one Adriana whatever chick. She is SO fake.”
An intern walks by, holding a pizza and whistling quietly to himself. “HEY!” yells Chelsey. “Can I have some of that?”
“Huh?” says the intern, who pauses and walks back over to Chelsey. “Uh…”
The intern is shown in the confessional. “Dude, I was so starving. But that girl? Hotter than the gooey, freshly baked mozzarella on that pizza. It was a no-brainer.”
“Of course! Take the whole box, I don’t care,” says the intern.
“Uh, that’s sooo nice of you, but I have to watch my calorie intake, so I’m only gonna eat like one slice. And then we can totally split it and talk about fun stuff like popularity!” Chelsey says. “So it’s, like, a win-win situation!”
“Ha. Cool, dude,” says the intern. “You’re not a dude. What am I talking about? Cool, dudette.”
“Um. Okay. What’s your name?” Chelsey says while nibbling on a slice of pizza.
“Josh,” stutters the intern. “Good name, right? My parents named me after… Uh, I don’t actually remember. Some guy they saw in some movie once. Cool, right? Heheh. Chelsey is such a pretty name.”
“Wait, when did I tell you my name?” says Chelsey, with her eyebrow raised.
“Oh. I’m an intern. I have access to a bunch of super secret files and stuff. Speaking of that, wanna see something else that’s super sec--” begins Josh the intern.
“Um, can you UNTIE ME NOW?!” yells Chelsey.
“OH! Sure! Sorry about that! Heh-heh!” he says, quickly untying Chelsey until she falls to the ground with a “whump.” “Want the rest of the pizza, at least?”
“Nope,” says Chelsey angrily, and she struts off.
Chelsey is shown in the confessional. “You know, I’d honestly rather still be breaking down over Flora and hanging from a tree than talking to that weirdo ever again. I hope he wakes up tomorrow morning and starts puking up slugs.”
Wolfgang and Nic are then shown in the cave, lounging around. Wolfgang is playing in the dirt with a small twig, while Nic is attempting to fix his hair (with not much success).
“Okay… We’ve done it,” Wolfgang says, panting. “The bear is gone. That… was tough. But hey, caves are kinda cool. They’re where I go when I get fed up with all the tomfoolery at school, which happens basically every day.”
“We must not let our guard down, it could come back any second. And also, how could you be fed up with school when you are constantly surrounded by beautiful women?” Nic says.
“Dude, I don’t care about any beautiful women except for Helga right now,” snaps Wolfgang.
Nic gasps. “My friend, you talk about Helga way too much. She’s kind of--”
“DON’T EVEN START WITH ME,” Wolfgang says. “Whatever your opinion of Helga is, just know that I must avenge her. Trey’s going down.”
“Wait, so I thought you said earlier that you were not interested in Operation: Troll Trey!” Nic says. “You’ve changed your tune? YES-- I mean… That is very good. I don’t want to get too excited, otherwise my master plan may be revealed. I must put on my three C’s.”
“Do you mean cursing, caterwauling, and creaming others at video games? Dude, those are basically the pillars of my lifestyle!” Wolfgang gasps.
“You’re…” begins Nic. “You’re a very confusing man, Wolfgang.”
“Yep, I get that a lot,” Wolfgang says bluntly. “Let me have some alone time, all right? I really need that right now.” He begins to walk away, heading to the other side of the cave.
“WAIT!” says Nic. “You don’t want to hear the comprehensive list of every girl I have wooed in the entire Total Drama franchise?”
“Actually…” says Wolfgang. “You know, what else am I going to do? I’ll stay... I guess. But I reserve the right to leave if at any point you become too unbearable.”
“Why thank you!” gushes Nic. “You’re such a great amigo, Wolfgang. Much better than Arthur, who, for all of his strengths, smells suspicious most of the time. A true villain -- or villain’s accomplice -- must always smell fresh.”
Wolfgang says in the confessional, “I believe that’s the first time in my life that anyone has ever called me a great amigo. Or a great anything. It feels… foreign. And when I say foreign, I mean foreign like those horrible tacos you get at that awful Mexican place that cause you to sleep in the bathtub the next night.” He pauses. “...Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. Nic’s not too bad.”
A massive rumbling reverberates through the cave, and suddenly the boulders blocking the entrance collapse to reveal Arthur and Julia standing outside.
“Ach! I am feeling wonderful thanks to the new Vampyre Punch move that I learned after leveling up to Lv. 46!” Arthur says triumphantly, with the Halloween-themed underwear still on his head.
“Truth is, you just slammed into the wall and your hefty bones made it collapse,” Julia says flatly. “But whatever, I don’t mind a little revisionist history.”
“Okay, so do any of us even care about this challenge, or are we going to just let Trey win and not do anything to stop that evil beast?!” Nic announces loudly.
“I’m tired,” Julia says. “Even my vocal cords are tired. But that’s mostly this guy’s doing.” She roughly elbows Arthur in the gut.
“Victory!” he yells.
“OKAY, THAT’S IT!” yells Julia. She flings the underwear off of his head, which causes Arthur to collapse onto the ground. “I just did you guys a huge favor. Trust me.”
Nic says in the confessional, “Those jerks interrupted my storytime to Wolfgang. I didn’t even get through any of them. So, I must tell the confessional now. I think the very first one was Elena, then swiftly followed by Chrissy, occasionally Julia with very mixed results… Yeah, she is a tough one... “ The camera turns to static.
The four are then shown walking out of the cave. “Finally,” Wolfgang grumbles. “That place smelled like fossilized sweat. I’m so glad it’s o--”
Wolfgang’s rant is interrupted by a loud growling noise, and the bear from earlier leaps out from the bushes with an even louder roar and picks up Julia, who begins shrieking. “JULIAAA!” yells the bear.
“Wait…” says Nic.
The “bear”’s head begins to loosen, then pops off, revealing a gleeful Sharissa with a strange new green hairstyle. “HOWDY!” she yells.
“Not YOU again!” yells Julia. “You’re the one who kept calling me short over and over back on Tiki Island, and… well, actually, I feel like you were probably the coolest person on our team, but still… I’ve HAD it with the snarky height remarks!”
“Eh-heh-heh,” says Sharissa. “So Alex is gone? Pity. Even though I dumped his butt. He’s lame. But, uh, here’s this clue, which I feel like you need for your challenge or somethin’.” She hands Julia a slip of paper.
Julia begins to read, but is interrupted by Arthur. “If you want to finish this challenge in time, head into the woods to the finish line… Time and line do not even rhyme. Who wrote this, a kindergartner?” he blurts out.
“I dunno. Bye!” yells Sharissa, and she leaps into the bushes without a sound.
The trees part, and a woozy-looking Chelsey walks up to the rest of the group. “Ugh, I heard the sounds of unpopularity emanating through the woods,” she says. “What’s going on?”
“Well, little ol’ Wolfie here seems to be catching up on his Z’s,” Arthur says, pointing to Wolfgang, who is asleep on the ground.
“All right! I do need a good beauty nap, especially after that… incident with that pizza guy. Ew. So gross. Nighty-night!” Chelsey says cheerfully, and she sits down next to Wolfgang and begins sleeping. Arthur, Julia, and Nic subtly tiptoe past the two snoozing contestants.
Elsewhere, Trey and Flora are still running through the forest. “Okay!” says Flora cheerfully while running. “We’ve got the last clue! We’re such a good team, huh?”
“Yeah…” says an incredibly exhausted Trey.
“And look, the finish line is right up ahead!” says Flora, pointing to a crudely drawn line in the dirt with a grimacing Chef next to it.
“Okay… Wait, I think one of the buttons on your pants popped off back in the spooky woods… I know you really like fashion, so I bet that’s a pretty big deal… Why don’t you go get it, while I go to the finish line…” Trey says.
“Oh, it's fine! I don’t even like these pants anyway, they’re really old and worn-out,” says Flora. “Oh, hey, watch out for the puddle!”
“What pu--” begins Trey. There is a loud sploosh, and Trey falls into a tiny puddle that doesn’t seem to be too tiny underneath. He resurfaces and angrily blows out some water from his mouth.
Flora then crosses the finish line, and Chef blows a kazoo in celebration. “Flora wins immunity!” he says half-heartedly. “Now let’s get to th’ campfire ceremony or somethin’, because I’m tired.”
“YAY!” Flora says. “I couldn’t have done it without the help of Trey. Hey, where did he go?” A loud moaning noise is heard in the distance, to which Flora replies, “Oh.”
The contestants are then shown at the campfire ceremony, still at nighttime, and Wolfgang and Chelsey are still sleeping.
“Okay…” grumbles Chef. “So, ‘grats to Flora. This is, what, your twentieth challenge win? Impressive. Now it’s time t’ vote. And to get these two cretins to stop sleepin’, it’s time to bring out the heavy artillery.” He blows a whistle. “INTEEEERN!”
An intern appears with a giant bucket of water, and pours it on both Wolfgang and Chelsey, who wake up screaming and sputtering. “MY HAIR!” they both yell simultaneously.
“Time t’ vote,” says Chef. “Like I said. Get in that confessional. Arthur, you first.” Arthur walks up and struts to the confessional.
“Flora,” whispers Nic, leaning in close to Flora. “Help me. The time is right. Only now will Trey be able to finally leave this game and never appear on this island again, and then the true villain will be crowned. And, uh, by the way, it’s me.”
“Aw, Nic, I’m sorry that you don’t like him,” Flora says. “I think he’s a really nice guy.”
Nic is then shown in the confessional. “Operation: Troll Trey is in full effect. And yes, I am voting for him, if that wasn’t obvious. ROUND ONE!”
Nic walks up to Trey, who is shivering and has a towel covering him from falling into the puddle. “Oogily boogily boogily, an elephant sat on a wall,” he begins loudly. “And then he--” Trey says absolutely nothing, and Nic sighs and walks away.
“THE VOTES ARE IN!” yells Chef, drowning out any sound coming from Nic’s mouth. “Aaand, let’s do this. Seashells go to Flora, fo’ winning the challenge, um, Arthur, Julia, and Chelsey.”
Chef throws four seashells aggressively at the four, and they all catch them.
“WOLFGANG!” he yells.
“WHAT?!” yells Wolfgang back.
“YOU’RE SAFE!” yells Chef. Wolfgang breathes a sigh of relief.
“Aaaand, the bottom two,” says Chef. “Well, well, well. Who will be eliminated? This is quite juicy. Nic and Trey. Eevil vs. eeevil. The final seashell goes TO…”
“Trey.” Chef rapidly throws a seashell at Trey.
“Aw, MAN!” yells Nic. “Looks like my operation was just a flop...eration. BUT, I was expecting this! Silly competitors, I am always one step ahead of you!”
“Nic, I actually really liked you. You were such a nice guy!” Flora says sweetly.
“Well, if I am such a nice guy… Would you mind one last passionate burst of Latin love?” Nic says, rushing up to Flora.
“Okay!” says Flora. She gives Nic a brief peck on the lip. “Wow, that was fun! You’re a great friend, Nic.” In the background, Chelsey gags in disgust.
“This show just got 100% less beautiful!” yells Nic on his way to the Boat of Losers. “I may be evil, but I’m not the REAL villain! A greater evil is lurking. The truth is in the art!”
With the last sentence, he throws a crumpled piece of paper to Wolfgang, who picks it up. “Hm…” he says, examining the paper, which features a crudely drawn cartoon of a devil-horned Trey. “TREY = SUX. Gee, I wonder what this means.” Wolfgang rolls his eyes.
“Adios!” yells Nic, as the boat sails away.
“Good riddance…” says Trey under his breath.
“Well, alrigh’, that one was not shocking at all. Whatever. I’m just excited to go to sleep,” says Chef, attempting to sign off the episode. “We’re at th’ final six, and things are just gettin’ even more competitive. Tune in next time on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown!”