Flower & Control

The fifteenth chapter of Total Drama: Superstar Showdown, posted on October 14, 2014. The final nine pair into threes for a garden-growing contest, judged by Mr. Chapman.
==Story==
“Last time on Total Drama: Superstar Showdown!” says Roz. “We encountered some technical difficulties while preparing for the challenge, so we had to use the backup plan… which involved bringing back murderous ex-contestant Gail to hunt down the contestants while they hid in the woods. Yeah, it was a weird day. Anyway, after a long challenge filled with romantic tension, especially between enemies-turned-lovers Arthur and Julia, Flora won the challenge, much to Gail’s dismay, and Veronica was voted out for whatever reason. Perhaps it had to do with Nic being a weirdo? Or maybe Trey is still up to no good? Either way, it’s sure to be an interesting day here on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown!”
The contestants are shown in the cabin. “Congrats on your challenge win, Flora!” says Chelsey. “You know, I’m pretty impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you, gurl.”
“Thank you, Chelsey!” Flora says. “I feel so happy right now.”
Chelsey is shown in the confessional. “The thing about Flora is that she has soooo much potential to be popular, and she’s actually USING it now? God, I’m such an influential person. Though let’s just hope she doesn’t become more popular than yours truly… Yeah, that wouldn’t be good…” Her eye twitches slightly.
Trey is shown, sitting in an armchair and sleeping. “Just look at that guy,” Gary says. “Trying to hide his diabolical schemes.”
“Ha! Diabolical? As if! Those were more comical than anything. Getting out Estrella? Yes, that was a failure of a move. If anything, he should’ve gone for the one who has the most brains, brawn, and beauty here, also known as myself,” says Nic.
“Wait, WHAT?! Since when was he the one who voted out Estrella?” Wolfgang says. “I’m kinda suspicious as to how you know this.”
“Oh, I just used my super spying skills,” says Nic, beaming. “I asked myself WWAD?, or What Would Alejandro Do?.”
“Whatever,” says Wolfgang. “That guy is such a schmuck. I’m going to the bathroom.” He walks into the confessional.
As he sits down onto the toilet, Arthur barges in and sits on Wolfgang’s lap, then begins to talk before Wolfgang can say anything. “I am going to reveal my dirty little secrets now. So, remember back in episode nine when Roz received that love note? Well, I will now spill the truth tea. That love note was not for Roz, it was written by ME and it was for… well, yes, Julia. Pretty suave, eh? It somehow got into the wrong hands, though. Thanks a lot, Chef... “ He looks down. “Oh, that is why this seat seemed so funny. Hi, Wolfgang.”
“So am I now your secret keeper or something?” Wolfgang asks.
“Yes,” says Arthur. “If you tell Julia, I will sit on you. Do we have ourselves a deal?”
“First of all, you’re already sitting on me. And dude, you don’t understand, I was yelled at for ten minutes by an enraged Chef because of that freaking note, you better fess up,” says Wolfgang. “Plus, what do you have to lose? It's Julia. She'll be angry either way.”
“All right, I shall consider it,” says Arthur. “Thanks for being a pal.”
“You’re welcome, I guess,” says Wolfgang. After a pause, he says, “Now can I get back to doing what I was originally going to do?”
“Why, of course,” says Arthur. “Fart-thee-well!” He bounds out of the confessional, but not before something flies out of his shorts pocket.
“Hey, guys, so I was wondering, why don’t we all get in a circle and do some ~team bonding~?” Chelsey says. “It’ll be a great way to air out some dirty laundry on each other.”
“...Why are you being nice?” snaps Julia.
“Um, okay, never mind,” says Chelsey. “I guess you could ignore my great ideas instead.”
“It’s like midnight, why can’t I just catch some Z’s?” Layla says from the corner. “See? Trey’s doing it.”
“Well, Trey is also a thoroughly troubled human being and needs some time alone,” says Chelsey.
“Hellooo? I’M thoroughly troubled too! Like, once my dad got me a four-scoop gold-crusted ice cream cone when I wanted a five-scoop one!” Layla says. “And let’s not even begin with the fact that Charles is gone again.”
Trey suddenly gets up, and shuffles over to the confessional room while seemingly asleep.
“Sleepwalking? Wow, Santa has many talents,” says Arthur.
Trey then closes the door and wakes up. “Okay, now that my sleeping charades are over, it’s time to…” He glances down and then jumps in horror. “WHAT IS THAT?!”
“Okay, so who wants to go first?” says Chelsey. “I KNOW there is some dirt waiting to be dished.”
“I don’t want to hear Arthur confess his love for me for the five hundredth time,” Julia says. “Not feeling it. I am VERY volatile right now.”
“Aren’t you… always?” says Gary.
“Shut up,” says Julia curtly.
Suddenly, Trey runs out of the confessional. “Guys… I was just trying to perform an earnest, heartfelt speech about love and loss, and then I saw this on the toilet seat…” He squeamishly holds up something that looks like a piece of toilet paper with a suspicious yellow liquid, some raisins, and a large hair hanging onto it.
“No way. Is that…” Nic says, with a look of horror on his face.
“Yes. Yes, it is,” says Arthur. He stands up. “Where did you come from, little guy? I have missed you so. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Vance.”
“I’m literally about to puke right now,” says Chelsey.
“Ugh, you could at least use the correct word. ‘Literally’ doesn’t fit there,” says Wolfgang. “I just LOVE how grammar has been bended and spat on lately. Isn’t that just great?”
“Wait, I thought you were illiterate,” says Layla.
“Oh no, he is?” Flora says. She puts her hand on Wolfgang’s shoulder. “That’s a bummer! I don’t know what my life would be like without Jon Blue books. They’re so nice and romantic.”
“Can someone just tell me what this ‘Vance’ thing even is…” says Trey. “I didn’t think Arthur could get any worse…”
“God, Matt, take a chill pill. Vance is my BTPF, or Best Toilet Paper Friend. He brings me joy. He is a very philosophical creature, who does not associate with people like you,” says Arthur, as he laughs.
Julia is shown in the confessional. “Another con to dating Arthur: I’d probably find those things scattered around my room.”
“Oh, not probably, most definitely,” says a voice.
“SHUT UP!” yells Julia.
“Yeah, I remember that too well,” says Gary. “That’s really gross. But, uh, I guess I’ll start, Chelsey!”
“Well, I’m glad someone cares,” says Chelsey. “Though the fact that the only one who cares is the weird nerd isn’t too good for my reputation… Ah, well, I guess I’ll go with it. For now. What do you have to say, Gary?”
“Oh, we’re dishing dirt? Well, honestly, I haven’t really gotten over my crush on Meg,” says Gary.
“Wow! Who EVER would’ve guessed THAT?!” Julia says rudely.
“Aw, come on!” Gary says. “She’s pretty, okay? I tried to hang out with her a couple times after Tiki Jungle ended. But she said she wasn’t interested. I don’t get it, since I’m a pretty cool dude! ...I think.”
Chelsey makes an obnoxious fake coughing noise that sounds like the word “popularity.”
“Okay, Chelsey, are you on my side or what?” Gary says.
“Oh, Meg… I remember her…” says Trey. “I voted her out… You know, back when I was a horrible human being and all…”
“You still are, no worries,” says Arthur. Wolfgang chuckle-snorts.
“Aw, don’t be sad, Trey,” says Flora. “Just think of bunnies frolicking in fields of grass with really pretty rainbows. That always makes me feel better.”
“Okay… You know, I do like bunnies…” says Trey. “My day was just ruined with that Vance thing…”
“Um, yeah, that’s actually kinda creeping me out,” says Layla, who glances at Vance, who's lying on the ground. “Anyone wanna get rid of it?”
“Of course!” says Nic. “I will cleanse this cabin of the terrors of Vance. Seriously, Art, that thing is disgusting.” He walks over to the string of toilet paper, then makes a whimpering noise and jumps away. “I… I can’t do it! I just have too much of a fiery hatred.”
“Even I admit that that thing is disgusting,” says Wolfgang. “Just get rid of it.”
Nic hesitantly picks up Vance, then after some contemplation, throws him in the trash can and makes it. “Ball is life!” he shouts.
Layla says in the confessional, “Ugh, I really don’t want to associate with these low-class morons anymore. At least last season I had people to antagonize and keep myself busy, like Isabel. There’s no point to staying here because everyone is already caught up in their own reindeer games. But I HAVE to make Charles proud. Ughhhh, why, though?!”
Roz bursts into the cabin. “Hiiii, guys! It’s challenge time, so get your butts outside! And I promise this one has nothing to do with ballistic ex-contestants. Seriously.”
Roz says in the confessional, “I’m super bummed too, because Gail’s surprise appearance means that we can no longer do that Dolph challenge… Crappity crap.”
The contestants are shown outside, in what looks like a field with a white picket fence surrounding it and many patches of dirt.
“Whoa, why is it sunny with a fairly nice temperature?” says Gary with an eyebrow raised. “There’s no continuity here weather-wise, man!”
“Oh, that reminds me!” says Roz. “Gary, I guess I have to announce this… You’re officially the last contestant from Total Drama School left in the game! Whoo-hoo and stuff.”
“Schweetness!” says Gary.
“Okay. So, here’s the deal. Today, you guys will have to see which of your thumbs is the greenest of the green!” says Roz. “You’ll be split into three groups of three, and your task will be to create a garden. You have until sunset, and the group who makes the prettiest garden - as judged by me and a special guest, of course - will win immunity! Yep, all three of you! So, spread out into your groups or whatever.”
“Wait, where are we supposed to get gardening materials?” says Wolfgang.
“Eh, there’s shops around town,” says Roz. “Go crazy. It’s not like I’m actually going to prepare for a challenge ahead of time… Psssh.”
“Hey, brethren, wanna work together?” says Arthur to Gary and Nic.
“Um, I guess, as long as it’s not you two just yelling at each other the whole time,” says Gary.
“Oh, I promise, that is not going to happen,” Arthur says. “Nic and I are tighter than my peanuts. Plus, Julia is acting a bit feisty today, and I plan on steering clear of her. You know, I’m playing ‘hard to get.’”
“Arthur, I’m still fairly angry at you about Vance,” says Nic. “But I suppose I’ll work with you all. It’s better you than, like… Trey, but I would prefer some chicks, don’t get me wrong.”
“Hi, Trey, wanna work together?” says Flora, walking up to him. “You seem like a flowery guy!”
“Wait. No, I want to work with Trey,” snaps Chelsey. “After all, he’s probably much more skilled at gardening than your average straight guy.”
“Shhh, Chelsey, not everyone knows that…” says Trey.
“Fine!” says Chelsey. “I guess I’ll work with Wolfgang, then.” Wolfgang snorts loudly.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “You know, maybe it’s actually good that I get to work with Wolfie again. I need to get back to the alliance I have with him, too, instead of just focusing on Trey. It’s cool, I’ve totally got, like, five alliances. I’m set in this game.” She winks.
“So I guess I’m with you guys, then,” says Julia gruffly. “Whatever.” Chelsey high-fives Julia, to which she rolls her eyes.
“And I’m with you?” says Layla, looking at Trey and Flora. “You're in luck, I'm sooo good at gardening. Daddy made me take a ‘Beginners’ Gardening’ class back in elementary school because, like, he said I needed some ‘basic skills’ to take care of the 300-acre garden in the backyard. Which is so lame, because like, I don’t like doing that? God, can’t he just take a hint? I’m still good at it, though. Yep, totally.”
“Cool…” says Trey.
Trey is shown in the confessional. “Layla is awful. Seriously awful. Why did I not even catch this before?! Maybe I just avoided her… I mean, she did win before, so she had to have done SOMETHING right. I don’t know, though, I don’t even want to keep her for too long… But she’s more tolerable than all of the guys here.”
“Okay, guys, who wants to go with me to House Deputy?” Gary says. “We gotta get some gardening tools.”
“House Deputy? Gary, how thick is your skull?” says Arthur. “There’s no gardening stuff there. Unless you want to lug around gargantuan bags of cow manure.”
“Fine, then, any better ideas?” says Gary, starting to get annoyed. “I guess we could always check in the sewer. In Myth of Zedla, there’s some pretty cool shops down there.”
“Ew, no!” Nic says. “I’m not going down there. That smell is repulsive.”
“Oh, look, Arthur is already working on the garden! Great job, Art!” says Gary, pointing to Arthur, who’s kneeling down and patting dirt.
“Finished,” says Arthur, who seems to be trying to hold in loud laughter.
Gary looks at the patch of dirt, which has ten Vances decorating the top of it. “...No,” says Gary.
Chelsey, Wolfgang, and Julia are shown, discussing their garden.
“Hey, why don’t we just try to sneak into the production tent and ‘borrow’ stuff so we can actually build this thing?” suggests Wolfgang.
“GREAT idea!” says Chelsey. “Wow, dude, you’re really smart. Now, if only you applied those brains to social dynamics… Hmm. Julia, stay here, we need someone to guard the materials.”
“Yeah, because people are totally going to steal a @#$%ing pile of dirt,” says Julia.
Wolfgang and Chelsey ignore her and walk away, towards the production tent. “So, Wolfgang, tell me. Who are your friends at school? I wanna hear each one’s name, personality, music taste, attractiveness rating from 1 to 10, you know, the usual,” says Chelsey.
"I don't need friends," says Wolfgang. "They disappoint me."
"Aw, come on, not even one?" pleads Chelsey. "There's gotta be SOME other weird violent guy with anime hair."
“Listen, Chelsey, have you ever taken the time to feast your eyes on the official site? Have you seen what they labeled me? I’m ‘The Loner.’ Do you know what a loner is? One who does not desire extensive social dynamics,” says Wolfgang.
“Well, you do ha--” Chelsey begins. “Oh, wait. Oh my god. Tell me EVERYTHING about what’s going on between Helga and you. Right now. Your relationship is actually soooo cute, holy wow.”
“Um, well, we had a moment right before... he got voted out,” says Wolfgang reluctantly. “Wait, do I trust you with this information?”
“Haha, everyone already knows,” says Chelsey. “It’s all on the official site, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, Gary told me. Ugh,” says Wolfgang. “Can we not talk about it? Can I not have ONE thing to myself?”
“Your portmanteau couple name is Helgang,” says Chelsey. “It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I also see you guys being referred to as SchnitzelShipping in some circles. Soooo adorbs.”
“Ah, yes, German breaded meat is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen,” says Wolfgang.
“Oh, here we are!” says Chelsey. “Now, keep your eyes peeled for Chef.” She walks up to the tent, and rips open the flap, to see Chef looming over her with an evil grin. She then rapidly closes the flap.
“...Yeah, I can take care of it,” says Wolfgang. He takes out a knife from his pocket and grins.
“Uh, what are you--” says Chelsey. Wolfgang then rapidly cuts out a human-sized hole in the tent and sneaks in.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “...Wow. Despite the rejection he probably faces on a day-to-day basis, Wolfgang is a pretty resourceful dude!”
Layla, Flora, and Trey are shown working on their garden. “So, guys, what are all your favorite flowers?” says Flora.
“Oh, I get it, since your name is Flora… Ha…” sighs Trey.
“No, I was actually just making conversation,” smiles Flora.
“Trey’s favorite flower is the Rafflesia,” says Arthur from his garden. “After all, they do share the same scent.”
Flora says in the confessional, “Aww, Arthur is such a meanie sometimes! I feel bad for Trey.”
“Um, well, where do I even begin? There’s so many amazing flowers in my garden that I don’t know what to start with,” says Layla, while reluctantly trimming hedges of a bush. “Ughhh, this is hard, can I stop?”
“Sure!” says Flora.
“No, Flora, she can’t… We have to win…” says Trey. “Remember?”
“Um, who made YOU the boss?” Layla says. “Quit being so salty. I’ll do whatever I feel like doing…” A visible light bulb goes off above her head. “Wait, just kidding, I’m going to keep working.”
Layla says in the confessional, “CHARLES. Remember, Layla. Make the dude happy.”
“Okay, I’m gonna make, like, an arch with roses and stuff,” says Layla.
“But we only have a couple hours left!” points out Flora.
“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MY CAPABILITIES,” Layla yells.
Arthur, Gary, and Nic are shown, still with absolutely no progress. “You know, gardening is for squares anyway,” says Arthur.
“Agreed, man,” says Gary. “So, question. Speaking of squares,” He lowers his voice. “You guys wanna just take Trey out right now?”
“YES!” yells Nic. “Wait. Too loud. Of course. Now, we must make sure he does not win the challenge. Psst! Julia!”
Julia storms over. “What do you want?”
“Want to vote Trey tonight?” says Gary.
“Uh, if this was Arthur’s idea, then nope, but if it was your guys’, then… I’ll consider it, I guess.” says Julia. “I don’t even care about Trey, though. He's nothing to me.”
“I am insanely jealous,” says Arthur. She then huffs away.
Nic says in the confessional, “Really, the only way to make sure that Trey loses is to perform the ancient art of sabotage. And I know just what to do. Thank you based Alejandro.” He blows a kiss into the air. 
“Arthur,” says Nic. “I cannot believe I’m actually saying this. You’ll probably never let me hear the end of it. But… Do you have easy access to Vance?”
“That’s like asking Julia ‘Do you have a crush on Arthur?',” says Arthur. “The answer is yes, by the way.” He pulls out the toilet paper creation from his pocket. “I KNEW it was just romantic tension between you two. ‘Slobby and disgusting’ my butt.”
Wolfgang and Chelsey then appear and walk up to their garden, where Julia is. “We’re baaack!” says Chelsey. She is completely empty-handed except for her purse, while Wolfgang is struggling to carry many flower pots.
“Ow… My joints… Gah, I’m getting feeble here…” Wolfgang pants.
“Okay. Put those pots in th’ garden, pronto,” says Julia. “We HAVE to win.”
Wolfgang drops them all on top of the garden and collapses onto the ground. “Uuuuuu…”
“My mom, being a stay-at-home mom and all, is REALLY good at gardening,” says Chelsey. “And I totally picked up some tricks from ol’ Brenda. I’ve got this.” She takes out some of the flowers from the pots and pats them down.
“Could you stop yakking for a second and just work?” says Julia. She stares at the sky. “Oh, GREAT, it’s almost nighttime. Perfect.”
“You know, sunsets are quite romantic…” says a voice.
“I’m not in the mood,” snaps Julia.
Nic is shown strategizing with Gary and Arthur. “Okay, guys. I have Vance in my hands,” he says. “It is painful, and my skin will probably vaporize, but I must do it in the name of true villainy.”
“Awesome! Put on ninja stealth mode, and you’ll be solid,” says Gary.
Nic tiptoes over to Trey’s garden, sneaks behind Trey, and flings Vance onto the dirt pile. Right after he does so, Layla shovels a pile of dirt onto Vance and buries him, except for a small corner peeking out.
“Wow, Layla, this actually looks good…” says Trey. “Probably better than anything I could ever make… I just suck…”
“Yeah! It looks awesome! It looks like the gardens in my My Petite Equestrian Rainbow Castle playset,” says Flora. “I got it as a kid. I still use it.” She smiles.
Layla gazes up at the massive floral arch. “Yep, it’s pretty cool, I know,” she flips her hair. “I’m great.”
Roz then appears out of nowhere with Mr. Chapman, who is holding a clipboard. “Hi, guys!” she says. “Snuck up on ya, huh? Well, stop what you’re doing immediately, since it’s time to judge your gardens!”
“Hello, everyone, it is nice to see you all once again,” says Mr. Chapman. “After all, I do know quite a bit about gardening. I own and operate the greenhouse at the school I teach at. It is a fairly time-consuming and stressful job, but it pays off, since I am incredibly interested in plants. For each group, I will provide a deep analysis on the level of water used to care for the plants, the type of topsoil applied onto the garden, the amount of care each plant specifically needs, and the environmental use o--”
“Okay, Chaps, I love ya and all, but we gotta pick up the pace,” says Roz. “First garden! Gary, Nic, and Arthur.” The two walk over to Gary and company’s garden.
“Yeah, we…” Gary begins. “These guys aren’t the biggest green thumbs, y’know what I’m saying?”
“Hey, don’t pin it all on me,” says Nic. “I was not the one who was too busy being strategical the whole time to actually work on the challenge.”
“Actually, you kind of were,” Arthur says matter-of-factly.
Roz examines the garden with a magnifying glass. “So, I see two dandelions shoddily placed on top of a dirt pile,” says Roz. “That ain’t gonna cut it. What say you, Chappy?”
“Yes, I do agree with you, Rosalind,” says Mr. Chapman. “The level of focus that this group of boys used seems to be noticeably low. After all, adolescent boys are frequently not to be trusted with gardening. There do not seem to be any actual plants, other than dandelions which are classified as weeds. I am disappointed in this garden and I will not consider it as a possible winner of this challenge.”
“Um, yeah, this one sucks. Sorry, dudies,” says Roz. “Next garden! Chelsey, Wolfie, and Julia.”
Roz and Mr. Chapman look at the garden, which consists of neatly planted rows of flowers. “You know, I’m so glad my gardening skills came in handy,” says Chelsey. “Isn’t that just such a sexy garden right there?”
“Yeah! Nice, neat, tidy, and pretty! That’s exactly what a garden should look like,” says Roz. “I think you guys could win it! Unless the third group has some tricks up their sleeve, of course.”
“I fully agree. This is a bit of a mundane set-up, but it is quite functional and I believe that it would be the most effective at allowing the plants to grow freely and nicely,” says Mr. Chapman. “A truly pleasing effort.”
“All right!” says Wolfgang woozily. “The potentially permanent damage to my joints… It was worth it.” He collapses into a crumpled heap on the ground, once again.
“Okay! Final group! Layla, Trey, and Flora,” says Roz. She walks over to the garden, and gasps. “Whoa!”
“Heh-heh, yeah, this shall be spicy,” giggles Nic.
Gary says in the confessional, “Well, looks like we didn’t win, which is pretty lame, man. But I mean, Chelsey’s group did a great job! Now we can take out Trey with ease!”
Layla proudly shows off the garden, with a completed topiary arch decorated with roses, as well as pansies planted about the bottoms. “Ta-da!” she says.
“This is magnificent!” says Mr. Chapman. “High-quality work. I could see this being right at home in my greenhouse, yes. I’m not sure what could possibly top it!” He rushes over to the Vance corner peeking out of the dirt, and picks it up. “What is this?” He gasps.
Gary, Arthur, and Nic are shown giggling. Trey glares at them.
“This…” begins Mr. Chapman, holding Vance. “This is an excellent demonstration of pollution and how it has plagued American gardens lately. While a revolting sight to behold, it is quite realistic, for items like these have been popping up everywhere lately due to the growing problem of littering in our society thanks to the ignorance of humans. The earth must be saved, and I am delighted that you are bringing this issue to attention and fighting for what is right.”
“All right, well, I don’t really know what he’s talking about, but I think he likes it! So Trey, Flora, and Layla win immunity!” announces Roz. Layla and Flora cheer while Trey smiles slightly.
Chelsey says in the confessional, “I’m pretty peeved that we didn’t win, to be honest. Good for Trey, I guess, but Flora’s second challenge win is making me a bit paranoid that she’ll be popular soon. But I just gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it off.”
The guys are shown back at the cabin. “Well, that was an epic fail,” says Gary.
“Yep,” says Nic. “I am not even going to pretend it wasn’t. It seriously was.”
“We can’t even vote Trey out! What are we gonna do?” Gary says.
“It is seriously nathan that Matty S. is still here, yes,” says Arthur. “But we don’t have too many choices. I’m not voting Julia, so it is either Chelsey or Wolfgang.”
Wolfgang appears from behind the couch. “You better not vote me off,” he growls. “Or else you’ll wake up tomorrow morning mysteriously missing a limb.”
“I thought you wanted to leave to see Helga, dude!” says Gary.
“I like Helga, yeah. But I like winning even more,” says Wolfgang. “Let’s be real, though, Chelsey is winning this thing. Even a moron could see that.”
“Which is why we MUST vote for her!” says Nic. “She is a cunning girl. Reminds me a bit of Heather, which is not good. I must dispose of her as quickly as possible.”
“Ugh, I don’t know, though…” says Wolfgang.
The girls are shown on the other side of the room. “So, Flora, exactly how many followers do you have on Instantpic?” says Chelsey.
“Uh, I don’t have one of those,” says Flora. “I like taking pics with real cameras.”
“Good,” says Chelsey. “That… was a close one. Can’t let you beat my 2k.”
“Huh?” says Flora.
“What are you blabbing on about now?” Layla scoffs. “Ugh, who cares about social media when you’ve got stacks on stacks on stacks?”
“Why can’t you have both?” Chelsey says. “It’s more fun that way. Makes you feel more satisfied with yourself.”
“Um, I beg to differ! I have no time for any of that nonsense. Charles usually tweets for me. But he can barely even operate a mobile keyboard, so that’s the tough part…” says Layla.
“Shaddap, guys, I’m trying to strategize,” says Julia, who’s listening to One Erection on her uPod and angrily jotting down notes. “I’m voting Arthur.”
Chelsey rolls her eyes. “How is that strategizing? You literally do that every episode anyway,” she says. “Why don’t we make a big blindside or something?”
“‘We’?” Julia says. “I don’t want to work with you.” She storms towards the confessional.
Trey is shown in the confessional. “I still can’t believe those stooges tried to sabotage me. I mean, really?! It did backfire in a glorious fashion, but that’s not going to fly this time. I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve…”
Julia violently thrusts open the door of the confessional. “Wait, what are YOU doing in here?!” she shrieks.
“Listen, Julia, I gotta ask you something…” says Trey. Julia raises an eyebrow in suspicion.
The contestants are then shown at the elimination ceremony.
“Alrighty!” says Roz. “Flora, Layla, and Trey, all three of you are safe for winning the challenge!” She tosses all three seashells.
“Arthur. Julia. Nic. You three are…” Roz says. She pauses. “Not going home.” She tosses the three seashells.
"YEET!" says Arthur loudly. Everyone stares at him.
Roz looks at Wolfgang, Gary, and Chelsey. “Wolfie, you’re safe too,” she says. Wolfgang nods his head in approval.
“One more seashell left. Who will it go to? Gary, the internerd who’s barely even been in the game at all, or Chelsey, the popular girl who’s maybe been in the game a bit too much?” says Roz. “The final seashell goes to…”
“Chelsey!”
“Whaaaat?!” Gary, Arthur, and Nic all say simultaneously.
Gary then gets up. “Aw, darn,” he says. “And I was just starting to have some game, too!”
“Yeah, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I wasn’t really in the mood to be put down anymore…” says Trey. “Goodbye…”
“...And so you took out GARY over Arthur?!” Chelsey says. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Quit complaining, sister,” Arthur says. “You now get to have even more pubertastic fun with me.”
Gary is shown with his suitcases, getting onto the boat. “Bye, guys!” he waves. “Arthur, Nic, I trust that you dudes can do it! Your chance of winning the game is over nine thousAAAND!”
On the boat, Gary continues to speak. “You know, I thought it was pretty obvious that Trey is putting on a facade. Does anyone still believe that, or the fact that he’s ‘gay’? I feel sorry for the people who do. They’re not the brightest bulbs. I was only in the game for five episodes, too! It’s a bummer. But, at least I’ve got my pals at home to look forward to seeing. And that was still a fun time!” he says. “Oh, how I love Total Drama.”
Roz pops up. “Well, our debuter is gone just like that, and now we’re down to eight! Arthur, Chelsey, Flora, Julia, Layla, Nic, Trey, and Wolfgang! What shenanigans will the cast be up to next? Find out soon, on Total… Drama… Superstar Showdown! Or should I say, Total Drama: Tiki Jungle and Tokyo ft. Chelsey.” She glares at everyone. “Ah, well, see you peeps later!”