Minesweeper

**Minesweeper** is the fourteenth episode of Total Drama: Resurrection.

## Synopsis

After the first breakfast cooked by Chef, the remaining thirteen contestants must play a game of real life Minesweeper and those color maze mobile game ads across social media.

## Script

### Intro - Recap

**Setting: Pahkitew Island, the Docks, nighttime**

**Blaineley**:

Previously on Total Drama: Resurrection

**Chris**:

Amy and Shawn had a discussion about their gameplays over the course of the season and their relationship dramas. Yawn. It seemed like the end of the line for Courtney as she was left broken down after Heather used her in her plans to eliminate Zoey and was shortly after greeted with the realization that nobody left on the Vicious Vipers can stomach her.

**Blaineley**:

We opened up the mess hall, and with a special guest brought in by Chris, we tasked the two teams to flex their culinary muscles and create a three course meal in the kitchens with materials that were provided from them.

**Chris**:

Tensions ran hot as Amy and Sadie’s adversarial relationship reached new heights and Anne Maria’s utter domination of the Vipers left a sour taste in everyone’s mouths while Courtney and Shawn started an uneasy alliance.

**Blaineley**:

In a moment of crisis, the twins Amy and Samey finally decided to put aside their differences and ultimately profess their familial love for each other as some people decided to serve us quite… unsavory ingredients and Shawn went over the head chef’s command.

**Chris**:

In the end, the Ravenous Raccoons were barely able to pull ahead and clinch yet another surprising victory and send the Vicious Vipers to another elimination ceremony. In the end, it all managed to hit the ceiling for Anne Maria as her bad behavior, short temper, and lazy attitude came back for another bite at her as the Vipers decided to eliminate her in a five-to-three vote, much to the enjoyment of her biggest enemy, Courtney.

**Blaineley**:

Will Courtney be able to ride this wave and remain in the game?

Will there be peace at last between Amy and Samey?

Can Alejandro keep his cool around his boyfriend, Topher?

**Chris**:

Will Heather or Shawn succeed in outplaying the other?

Find out the answers to these questions and more today on TOTAL!

DRAMA!

RESURRECTION!

***The theme song plays***

### Act One - The Cabins

*The episode picks up where the last one had just left off. The boat of losers containing Anne Maria on board has driven off, leaving Topher alone on the screen. He is visibly sad at the loss of his closest friend in the competition. He wipes a tear from his eye and then goes back to using his phone. He posts the pictures he had taken with Anne Maria on the boat of losers to his multiple social media accounts and quickly gets notifications on them, however, he seems disinterested in engaging with them. He puts his phone away.*

**Topher**:

I can’t believe she’s gone.

**Alejandro** (*walking up behind him*):

Babe, are you okay?

**Topher**:

It shouldn’t have been like this. She was my best friend.

*Topher, startled by Alejandro walking up behind him, falls over. He falls off the dock, landing into the dark waters surrounding the island. Alejandro laughs to himself before moving to help Topher up out of the water, picking him and carrying him bridal-style. Topher has started sobbing. Alejandro decides to pretend to be caring.*

**Alejandro** (*sympathetic*):

Come on now, Topher. Let’s get you dried off. Please stop crying, babe. Anne Maria isn’t dead. She would want you to be strong.

**Topher** (*bawling*):

I fell in the water and my hair is ruined! I worked so hard on it!

**Alejandro** (*rolling his eyes, in a soothing voice*):

I know, honey, but just think. Tomorrow is another day for you to perfectly style yourself and look hot, as you always do.

**Topher** (*perking up from the flattery*):

Yeah! You’re right! I’ll be gorgeous again!

*Alejandro carried Topher to the men’s side of the Viper cabin as the camera cut to the inside of the women’s side. Courtney and Shawn were ecstatic at Anne Maria’s elimination as they happily were packing up her belongings for someone to pick up and deliver to her.*

**Courtney**:

I can’t believe it! It’s finally over! I won!

**Shawn**:

I’ve never been so happy to lose a challenge I excelled in!

**Courtney**:

More importantly, we worked together to set her up!

**Shawn**:

Well, together we worked together to defy her, she set herself up with all her demands and using gasoline to try to flambe cherry sauce. We just had an appealing visual!

**Courtney**:

Well, cheers to new allies!

**Shawn**:

And cheers to staying around longer.

*Courtney and Shawn happily pack up Anne Maria’s belongings. Shawn pocketed a can of her heavy duty extra hold hairspray.*

**Courtney**:

What are you doing?

**Shawn**:

You never know when the pressurized liquid will be necessary.

*Courtney gives him a strange look and the camera cuts back to Alejandro and Topher alone back in the men’s side of the cabin. Topher is shivering, his wet body wrapped under a towel. His wet clothes are in a pile on the floor as Alejandro gently holds his hair back, tying it into a little bun using a ponytail holder.*

**Alejandro**:

Mi pequena tonta, you are shivering. Let me try to warm you up.

*Alejandro unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His torso practically pressed in Topher’s face as he stripped his upper body down. His abs once again in Topher’s face as he swiftly slid his shirt over Topher’s head. Topher, distracted by his body, had become speechless.*

**Topher**:

I- you- me- hot…

**Alejandro**:

Hush now, precious one. Let me warm you up. Ven aqui.

**Topher**:

Sorry, I don’t speak Fre-

*As if it was a way to shut him up, Alejandro brought his face to Topher’s, pressing their lips together. A few moments pass as the two kiss before Alejandro eventually pulls back.*

**Alejandro** (*as if he had just remembered*):

Hey, babe. I need your help remembering something.

**Topher** (*almost in disbelief*):

Really? You need my help? Okay

**Alejandro**:

You said that Heather has the immunity idol, right?

**Topher** (*matter-of-factly*):

Yeah, she had me get it for her out of a tree. It was an exchange!

**Alejandro** (*intrigued*):

You never told me that part. What was the exchange?

**Topher**:

I got her the little statue thing and then I got to treat her ghastly blackheads.

**Alejandro**:

That’s all it took for you to be convinced to help her?

**Topher**:

Look, you used to date her. You saw her face. Treatment was long overdue.

**Alejandro**:

Yes, used to. Come here, my angel.

*Pressing his bodyweight down on Topher, he laid beside him in his bunk bed, planting kisses from his ear down to his neck. Topher’s eyes shut in enjoyment as the door had flung open and Dave had entered their room. He is visibly disgusted at the sight of the two.*

**Dave**:

Can’t you two control yourself for five minutes?

**Topher** (*in between moans of pleasure*):

You’re just… jealous that your… dirty boyfriend doesn’t… show you any attention.

**Dave**:

He shows me plenty of affection. We just like to be private.

**Topher**:

Well we were getting busy in private until you came in. Leave.

**Dave** (*sarcastic*):

I see. Should I leave and come back in a minute?

**Topher**:

Oh, it’ll be far longer than a minute.

**Alejandro**:

Actually, David, there is no need for you to be leaving. What you witnessed was merely giving my boyfriend some needed consolation from his close friend leaving.

**Dave** (*annoyed*):

Do not call me David.

**Alejandro** (*teasingly*):

But that is your name, is it not?

**Dave** (*coldly*):

I don’t know, Al. Is it?

**Alejandro** (*his eye twitching*):

Does not bother me any.

**Topher** (*confused*):

What’s happening here?

**Alejandro** (*soft cooing*):

Don’t you worry your pretty, little head, my darling.

**Dave**:

Well, isn’t this a sight? Al and Christopher paired together.

**Topher** (*offended*):

Nobody calls me that anymore!

**Alejandro**:

His name is Topher. Show some respect.

**Dave**:

Whatever. I’m going to bed.

**Alejandro** (*fake niceness*):

Goodnight, Dave.

**Topher** (*pouting and whiny*):

Can we go back to before he came in?

**Alejandro** (*a bit of relief in his voice*):

Sorry, my dear. The moment has passed.

*Like a sad dog, Topher whines. To keep up appearances in front of others, Alejandro gives him a sweet smile before pressing another kiss onto his lips. He then climbed into his bunk above Topher as Scott entered the room, who was then followed by Shawn.*

**Scott** (*following a loud burp*):

I see we all had the same idea. Bed time.

**Dave** (*disgusted*):

What have you been eating?

**Scott** (*matter-of-factly*):

The pizza we made.

**Shawn** (*a bit disturbed*):

It has sand in it, and you ate it?

**Dave** (*even more disgusted*):

Even after I threw it in the trash?

**Scott** (*bluntly*):

Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a little extra sand in your diet!

**Alejandro**:

And do you make a habit of eating sand often that you had it on you?

**Scott**:

Yeah, it’s a good snack when I’m in a good mood.

**Dave** (*gagging*):

You are absolutely disgusting.

**Scott**:

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Bed time.

*Shawn went to his bunk bed below Dave as Scott stumbled past them going to his empty bunk on the bottom bed. The camera fast forwarded a bit to the point where largely everyone has fallen asleep except for Dave. He crawls out of his bunk and down the ladder to Shawn’s below him. He sits up in his bed, trying to shake Shawn awake.*

**Dave**:

Shawn… Shawn.

**Shawn** (*groggy*):

It’s not time to forage yet, Amy.

**Dave**:

What? No, Shawn. It’s me.

**Shawn** (*a bit more alert*):

Dave? It’s late. What do you want?

**Dave**:

I know, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to talk. Sorry to wake you. Just go back to sleep. I’ll try to go to sleep.

**Shawn** (*with a yawn, grabbing his hand*):

Wait. We’re both up, so we might as well talk. What did you want to talk about?

**Dave** (*blushing a bit from his touch*):

Well, I wanted to talk about us. I think there’s a problem?

**Shawn**:

A problem? With us? What do you mean?

**Dave** (*a bit emotional*):

Why don’t you ever show me affection in public? Are you ashamed of me?

**Shawn** (*sitting up*):

Ashamed of you? Dave, no. Not at all. I love you. I just like to be a private person, that’s all.

**Dave**:

I know that, but we’ve never done anything other than cuddle for a few minutes when we’re alone. Are you not sure about wanting to be with me?

**Shawn** (*another yawn*):

Dave, listen to me. I’m sure I want to be with you. I love you. Cross my heart and hope to go back to sleep. I don’t want to move too fast.

**Dave** (*pointing at Alejandro and Topher*):

Still, it would be nice to be reminded every once in a while, like they do.

**Shawn**:

Dave, it’s fake. Alejandro doesn’t even like Topher. He’s just using him to get information and a vote out of him. It isn’t real. And before you ask, no. I’m not using you. Yes, this is real.

**Dave** (*a bit embarrassed*):

Oh, well… I’ll let you go back to sleep then.

**Shawn** (*playfully rolling his eyes*):

Oh, come here.

*Lying back down, Shawn moved over closer to the wall and moved his blanket to allow Dave to get in bed with him. Wrapping his arms around Dave’s waist, he pulled him closer and covered both of them up in the blanket.*

**Dave** (*a bit giddy*):

Are you sure about this?

**Shawn**:

I like being more private, but I want you to feel like I love and appreciate you. If showing you a bit more affection where people can see is what you want, I can compromise. But for now, I want this to stay private.

*Temporarily repositioning himself for his upper body to be above Dave, Shawn turned his boyfriend a bit to the side so he could bring their faces together and plant a kiss on his lips. Dave immediately closed his eyes, reciprocating the kiss until Shawn pulled away.*

**Dave**:

That was better than I dreamed it would be.

**Shawn**:

Now close your eyes and go to sleep.

*Wrapping his arms back around his boyfriend, Shawn and Dave eventually dozed off together. The camera zoomed in on Alejandro’s face, his eyes flicking open revealing that he had been awake throughout their entire conversation. He then appeared in the confessional.*

**Alejandro**:

So, zombie boy figured out my adoration for the bumbling airhead has been greatly exaggerated and has shared that information along to his lost puppy. I did not know that he was that bright. This puts me in quite the compromising position. The three of them are of no use to me any longer and I must toss them out at my earliest convenience. Heather has already confided in me that she is working on a plan to cut Shawn out of the game, but she is clearly not to be fully trusted. She has lied about having the idol. I believe Topher when he says that she made him get it. He is far too much of a dunce to come up with a lie to protect her, and as much as I feign this romance with him, he is butter in my hands. He cannot resist spilling his guts when I make moves on him. Out of the four of these thorns in my side, he is the least unbearable because of his usefulness, but he is driving me crazy.

*The camera cuts to static and then an outside view of the cabins as the camera fast forwards again, this time until the sun rises. Shawn is the first to leave either cabin, who is followed by Eva. The two simply nod to each other as they begin to do various stretches and exercise. Eventually, the rest of the remaining contestants walked out of their cabins. The camera panned across them, before moving to the forest, where Heather and Scott had walked to.*

**Heather**:

You know how to carve, don’t you Scott?

**Scott** (*proud*):

I’ve been known to whittle a thing or two in my time.

**Heather** (*flattering him*):

I’m sure those strong, skillful hands have produced masterpieces.

**Scott** (*charmed*):

Well, I don’t want to brag.

**Heather**:

No, no. I insist. You deserve recognition for your incredible work.

**Scott**:

Well, uh, thanks Heather. Would you like me to whittle you something?

**Heather** (*playing coy*):

Well, if it’s not too much trouble, there’s something I’d like recreated.

**Scott**:

A recreation? That’s tough. What’s your pleasure?

**Heather**:

Before I tell you, I need to swear you to secrecy?

**Scott**:

Swear me? Do you mean like f[censor noise]?

**Heather**:

No, not like that. Promise me that you won’t tell anybody a thing about this. You never saw anything and this interaction never happened. Got it?

**Scott** (*nodding*):

I think so. So what’s the secret?

**Heather** (*pulling the immunity idol out of her pocket*):

See, I found this thing and I really like it. Could you make me a copy so I can keep it?

**Scott**:

The immunity idol? I see why you don’t want this to get out. Yeah, I can copy it.

**Heather**:

Thank you, my good man.

**Scott** (*slyly*):

But it’ll cost you.

**Heather** (*all senses of pleasantries gone*):

A bargaining plague rat? You see something new every day. What do you want?

**Scott**:

I’ll make a copy and keep quiet, but you have to do something for me.

**Heather**:

And just what do you want? To keep my idol? Not happening.

**Scott**:

No, no. That’s not it.

**Heather** (*with a groan*):

Then what do you want, cretin?

**Scott**:

You’ll see in due time. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

**Heather**:

You’ve got a deal.

**Scott**:

I’m looking forward to it.

*The two shake hands and the camera cuts to Amy and Samey walking to the mess hall for breakfast.*

**Amy** (*relieved*):

God, it’s so nice to not have to forage for these freaking people anymore.

**Samey**:

I’m surprised that you didn’t try to poison Anne Maria, Courtney, or Heather by now.

**Amy**:

Don’t think that I didn’t consider it. It would make this much easier.

**Samey**:

But you wouldn’t, right?

**Amy** (*hesitant*):

…No, probably not.

**Samey** (*concerned*):

Probably?

**Amy** (*teasingly*):

The day is still young.

**Samey** (*uncomfortable, changing the subject*):

So, in the capture Chris challenge, I, uh, noticed that you didn’t really stop Courtney. You just let her kind of stand by you the whole time.

**Amy**:

Well, it’s not like she was going to help her team at that point. Plus she spent the entire elevator ride with Eva and I, crying about how her team set her up as a distraction and were going to get rid of her. You never kick a woman while she’s down.

**Samey**:

That was really sweet of you.

**Amy**:

Well, I do believe that women largely have to stick together.

**Samey** (*harmlessly*):

Yeah, but don’t you think there’s another reason why you showed her kindness?

**Amy** (*lost*):

What do you mean?

**Samey**:

Well, it’s just that Courtney kind of reminds me of you. Well, how you used to be.

**Amy** (*she looks disgusted*):

Me? What are you talking about? She’s nothing like me, Samey. You must be off your rocker.

**Samey**:

Well, the way you used to be. When we were teenagers. Maybe you see a reflection of yourself in Courtney that would still exist if you didn’t seek out help.

**Amy**:

Yeah, hanging with Sadie really made you lose it. You’re off your nut.

**Samey**:

I’m just theorizing that maybe you showed Courtney kindness because nobody else was, and you still wish that mom would’ve shown you that kindness instead of all the cold.

**Amy** (*changing the subject*):

Well, we’re here. Are we the first ones? Cool.

**Samey**:

I wonder what he made for breakfast.

*Walking into the mess hall, Amy and Samey grab the new white styrofoam trays and plastic eating utensils that have been provided for them and begin to form a line, waiting for Chef to begin serving breakfast. The camera fast forwards a bit as the other eleven remaining contestants began to gather in line, waiting.*

**Lindsay**:

I bet it’s gonna be, like, soooo good!

**Tyler**:

I know, babe! I can’t wait to get a pump from all the protein!

**Eva**:

Your faith is sorely misplaced.

**Courtney** (*overly jovial still*):

It surely can’t be anything worse than what Anne Maria served the judges.

**Topher** (*defensive*):

Don’t you dare talk about her like that! Not when you should have left in her place!

**Courtney**:

But I didn’t, and I’m not.

**Topher** (*with a great sense of justice*):

Not if I have anything to say about it!

**Shawn** (*annoyed*):

If only you didn’t have anything to say period.

**Topher** (*offended*):

Gasp! That’s, like, so offensive!

**Dave** (*irritated*):

To who?

**Topher**:

To me! That’s, like, a hate crime!

**Shawn**:

Just because someone doesn’t like you doesn’t make it a hate crime.

**Topher**:

Well I hated it!

**Dave**:

And we hate you. Get the point?

**Samey**:

Come on, guys. Can’t we just get along for a day? Would that be too much to ask for?

**Dave** (*blunt*):

Yes.

**Chef**:

Alright maggots, listen up! There is absolutely no pushing. No whining. No complaining. No crying. Breakfast is served. I don’t get paid enough for this.

*One by one, starting with Amy, the contestants are served their food. It looks to just be a grey blob dished out onto their trays from his scooper. They each look disgusted.*

**Amy** (*disgusted*):

Is this even food?

**Chef** (*growling, putting another scoop on her tray*):

I killed forty men in the army.

**Amy** (*grossed out*):

Food poisoning?

**Dave** (*disgusted and inquisitive*):

Are there any peanuts in this?

**Chef** (*grunting*):

Taste it and find out.

**Dave**:

Are there any shellfish in this?

**Chef**:

Taste it and find out.

**Dave**:

Is there any mustard in this?

**Chef** (*annoyed*):

Taste it and find out.

**Dave** (*concerned*):

I’m allergic to all of those.

**Chef** (*inexplicably holding a giant needle*):

Then I’ll see you in the infirmary if you have a reaction.

**Dave** (*frightened*):

Moving on!

**Shawn**:

I think you’ll be fine, Dave.

**Dave**:

Are you sure?

**Shawn** (*unfazed*):

It looks like horse meat, so I don’t think it’ll activate any of your allergies.

**Dave** (*gagging*):

Horse meat?

**Shawn** (*with no issue*):

I could be wrong, but that is what it looks like. In the event that I am wrong and it does trigger any of your allergies, I can treat them swiftly.

**Scott** (*annoyed and hungry*):

Charming. Move it! Papa is hungry!

**Heather** (*holding back her disgust*):

You’re not seriously going to eat that, are you?

**Scott**:

Scotty loves him some pureed gruel.

**Alejandro**:

What an odd little person you are.

*The two teams sit down at two different tables to begin conversing with each other, nobody except Scott and Shawn eating the questionable food for more than a bite or two.*

**Courtney**:

How are you able to stomach that, Shawn? I’ve had my share of… bad meals on this show before from mealworms to bird vomit, but I can’t stomach this garbage.

**Scott**:

Come on, princess. It’s just some gruel. You’ll live.

**Dave** (*grossed out, poking at the questionable food with a fork*):

I sincerely doubt that.

**Shawn** (*bluntly*):

I’ve had worse. Besides, when the end of the world comes, it won’t matter where it comes from, just as long as you can get sustenance from it.

**Sadie** (*disgusted*):

I can’t even tell what this is supposed to be.

**Samey** (*unsure*):

I think it’s oatmeal? It has the same kind of lumps.

**Amy** (*gagging*):

Or extremely cottaged cheese… This looks and smells absolutely vile.

**Sadie**:

I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you, but I cannot eat this trash.

**Eva** (*reluctantly taking a bite*):

There isn’t even any flavor.

**Amy** (*grossed out*):

That should at least help getting down. Holding it down is another story.

**Tyler** (*eating his, happily*):

It’s pretty great, dudes! It’s making my post-workout pump go crazy!

**Lindsay** (*a bit confused*):

Uh, Tyler? I don’t think that’s what it is?

**Tyler**:

What do you mean, babe?

*Lindsay, scared, points with her finger to her pile of grey slop, which was crawling off of her tray. Tyler pokes it with his fork a few times. The grey blob stopped to hiss at him before resuming its plight to get away from the mess hall. Eva, disgusted, stabs it with her fork. It lets out a weak scream followed by Eva scraping it off her fork with a plastic knife back onto Lindsay’s tray. Lindsay, now disgusted, pushed her tray over to Tyler, who happily eats her food. She gives him an uncomfortable smile. Chris and Blaineley then enter the mess hall and move to stand between the two tables to make an announcement.*

**Blaineley** (*warm and sincere*):

Good morning, our final thirteen campers! We are eleven contestants down, so today we’ve decided to make today’s challenge more relaxed and calming. We know that this competition can be mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting, so we want you all to know that we see you and we hear you. Your well being is important to us.

**Chris** (*mirroring Blaineley’s tone*):

That is correct, Blaineley. We wanted to show our appreciation to each and every one of you, as well as how thankful we are to have you back after all these years. Therefore, today’s challenge will be relaxing and simple.

**Sadie** (*buying it*):

Gee, that’s a relief.

**Lindsay**:

Yeah, it’s been like, soooo hard.

**Tyler** (*flexing his biceps*):

But the pressure makes us stronger.

**Shawn**:

There’s something suspicious going on here.

**Dave**:

There’s something rotten in the state of Denmark.

**Topher** (*confused by the metaphor*):

It’s their cheese!

**Amy**:

I know there’s something going on.

**Heather**:

This is obviously some sort of trick.

**Chris**:

No tricks. Please change into your bathing suits and join us at the beach for today’s challenge. It will be one for the history books.

*Everyone other than Lindsay, Scott, Sadie, Topher, and Tyler look at each other, concerned for whatever horrors actually await them today.*

### Act Two - The Challenge

**Setting: Pahkitew Island, the beach, afternoon**

*The bright sun is shining down on the sand and the water as the contestants, having changed into their bathing suits, arrive. A large square portion in the sand is closed off by wooden boards and planks. Entering the area, there were two roped off sections with crude images of the team logos in their respective colors, as Chris, Blaineley, and Chef sit on an opera balcony that has no realistic explanation why it’s there. Inside the large square arena between the ropes there are two large machines that have paint inside of them featuring the team colors. Nobody is sure of the challenge, and therefore nobody is thrilled.*

**Dave**:

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

**Blaineley**:

Welcome, campers! Today’s challenge is going to be something simple and relaxing.

**Chris** (*with a malevolent snicker*):

For us! For today’s challenge, you will be playing a real life version of the iconic video game Minesweeper! Sound fun?

**Heather**:

Minesweeper? What is that?

**Dave**:

It is a numbers game that used to be on laptops. You try to cover as much space as possible while trying to avoid landmines hidden in the play area.

**Chris**:

That’s right! For today’s challenge, you will be competing against a member of the other team at the same time to cover the most ground before time runs out. To keep track, you will be painting the area you cover with these McLean Brand Oversized Paint Rollers! However, as a fun surprise, there are landmines hidden throughout the arena, and they will detonate as soon as you put pressure on them! How fun?

**Courtney**:

This is definitely illegal! I’ll see you in court again!

**Blaineley**:

We’ve already planned ahead for that, scarecrow. They are not real landmines, just different items we had lying around the island that were set into pressurized launch pads buried in the sand that will trigger once pressure is placed onto them.

**Chris**:

In the event that nobody sets off any of the landmines, the contestant to cover the most ground will win the round. If you set off a landmine, you do not pass go. You do not collect a point for your team. The round point automatically goes to the other team.

**Blaineley**:

We will be picking the contestants for each round based on how the muses take us. Up first, I’m feeling like… Eva and… Alejandro. You two are up first.

**Chef**:

Grab your paint rollers, dip them, and get to your positions now! Move it, pantywastes! On the double! Get moving!

**Eva** (*angry*):

Yelling at me is going to get you nowhere.

**Alejandro**:

We’re going, we’re going. Geez.

*Alejandro and Eva grab their paint rollers from off the wall at their team gathering spots and head to the center area. They then dip into the paint of their respective team colors.*

**Chris** (*honking an airhorn*):

Begin! Go!

*Alejandro and Eva begin, stepping forward carefully trying to not trigger any of the landmines. As he carefully maneuvers across the square area, Alejandro makes a few graceful leaps to avoid setting off suspected traps. Eva has a different idea, poking the sand around her with her paint roller. Alejandro then gets an idea and it cuts to him in the confessional.*

**Alejandro**:

With Eva’s short temper, it only makes sense to make her furious and abandon all her senses in order to trip her up and score the point for myself.

*The camera cut back to Eva as she makes a turn, being as careful as she possibly could. Alejandro then makes a turn and stands by Eva, pushing his paint roller slightly ahead of hers.*

**Eva**:

What do you think you're doing?

**Alejandro**:

Sorry, la babuina, it’s nothing personal.

*Alejandro uses the stick of his paint roller to trip Eva, causing her to fall forward over herself. Bracing for an explosion, Alejandro is visibly disappointed when Eva, cringing, realizes she is still in. She gets up and dusts herself off.*

**Eva** (*furious*):

You’re going to pay for that, Alejandro!

*Lifting up her oversized paint roller, Eva began to strike Alejandro with it. As she swung at him, Alejandro used his paint roller to defend himself, effectively blocking her attacks, only making her angrier.*

**Alejandro**:

You have no class, beast. Show some decency and respect for yourself.

**Eva**:

You deserve no decency, you greasy snake!

*Eva continues to strike and swing at Alejandro, knocking him back as her blows only continue. With a strong final strike, Eva sends Alejandro flying back as he drops his paint roller. She then went back and continued to cover her side of the area. Alejandro rose back to his feet and carefully moved to reclaim his paint roller. With graceful moves, he managed to make large leaps to reach his paint roller, however, he managed to overshoot just slightly. His boot landed on the roller, causing him to fall forward. Almost instantly, he gets blasted with a geyser of water, launching him into the air.*

**Blaineley**:

Almost in an act of karma, Alejandro set off the first landmine, scoring Eva the first point for the Ravenous Raccoons.

**Chris**:

Up next… Dave and… Lindsay

**Dave** (*scared*):

I-I d-don’t think I can-

**Shawn** (*supportive*):

Dave, you can do this. I believe in you.

**Dave** (*pretending to be brave*):

Y-you’re right… I-I can do this!

**Lindsay** (*happily clapping*):

Oh my gosh, this looks, like, soooooo much fun!

**Chef**:

To your places! Go!

*A reluctant Dave and an eager Lindsay grab their paint rollers, the large square area inexplicably having the paint from the previous round removed, the area effectively being reset. Dave cautiously moved forward, his eyes completely shut as he tried to navigate his way through while Lindsay excitedly was running through the area.*

**Courtney**:

Come on, Dave! Pick up the pace!

**Amy**:

Lindsay, slow down! Be careful!

**Shawn**:

Dave, listen to me. Breathe. Relax. Take your time and trust in yourself. You can do this!

**Sadie**:

Come on, Lindsay! Keep it pumping!

**Dave** (*repeating to himself to convince himself to believe it*):

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.

**Lindsay**:

On it, boss!

**Tyler**:

Yeah, babe! Do it!

*Dave, opening his eyes, begins moving a bit more, carefully watching his step as Lindsay continues to cover more ground.*

**Courtney**:

Hello! She has more than half the ground covered with no traps! How is this fair?

**Lindsay** (*thoughtlessly singing to herself aloud*):

Mmmbop ba duba flip flap ba du mmmhey c’est la vie!

**Eva**:

Lindsay, be careful!

**Lindsay** (*still singing to herself*):

I’ll huff and puff to blow you away! Say you will, so you-

*Lindsay, who was having too much fun to actually focus on the challenge, stepped on a landmine. She was blasted by a sea of fabrics launching from under the sand.*

**Blaineley**:

And Dave scores a round point for the Vicious Vipers!

**Lindsay** (*now rolling around, playing in the fabrics*):

Ooh! It’s all so pretty! Can I keep it?

**Chef**:

Yeah, sure. Whatever. Keeps me from having to clean it up.

**Topher**:

What? Aw, I wanted that!

**Blaineley**:

For the next round, give me… Samey and… hm… Topher!

*The area is once again reset as Samey and Topher take their places.*

**Samey**:

Topher is my friend. I’d feel guilty for going against him if something would explode on him.

**Topher**:

Aw, thanks Samey! You should be guilty if I get hurt and lose my looks.

**Chris** (*blowing an airhorn*):

Enough chit chat! Get on with it!

*Samey and Topher begin to push their paint rollers ahead of them slowly and carefully.*

**Samey**:

How are you holding up, Topher?

**Topher**:

I’m, like, so good at this. I’m good at everyth-OW!

*As he talked about himself, Topher forgot what he was doing, tripping himself over his paint roller and falling over into the sand. He accidentally then triggers a landmine as he stumbles to get up, falling down again and is then covered in a massive amount of pink paint.*

**Chris**:

This is moving along fast than I thought it would be. Another point for the Ravenous Raccoons! That is two to one!

**Samey**:

Topher, are you okay? That was a lot of paint!

**Topher** (*groaning in pain*):

Oh, my aching tentacles!

**Samey**:

Hang on, Topher. I’m coming!

*Samey makes swift steps trying to get to Topher. Traps of various things including paper, baby powder, and old food going off behind her as she made the effort to get to him. She helps him to his feet and wipes the pink paint off of his face.*

**Topher** (*dazed*):

H-how do I look?

**Samey** (*unsure of how to answer*):

Oh, uh… you look awfully pink!

**Topher**:

Pink? That’s great! Pink is the color of true inner peace and glowing.

**Samey**:

Well… you’re definitely pink!

**Topher** (*enjoying getting praised*):

You’re right! Thanks, Samey!

*Topher hugged her, coating her in pink paint as well. She gives him a fake smile.*

**Blaineley**:

Yawn! Moving on! I’m feeling like… Amy and… Scott!

**Amy** (*shocked*):

Wait, what?

**Scott** (*nervous*):

Why?

**Courtney** (*teasingly*):

What’s wrong, Scott? Don’t wanna face your little girlfriend?

**Scott** (*hesitant*):

Girlfriend?

**Amy** (*disgusted*):

Me? The girlfriend of that beast? Get real.

**Scott** (*disappointed*):

Oh…

**Chris** (*maliciously laughing*):

Woah, dude. That was cold.

**Chef** (*annoyed*):

Get to your positions!

*The arena is reset once more with Amy and Scott taking their positions. The camera then cuts to a confessional block.*

**Scott** (*he’s eating a handful of dirt, sad*):

After all of that kissin’ and rubbin’ my bloated stomach, and she doesn’t like me. How could she be so… cruel? Well, that’s the last time I pretend to throw a challenge for a pretty lady! This time, it’s personal! Wait! I mean, I’m not throwing any challenges for her!

**Amy**:

Look, I care about Scott a lot. Like, a lot. I just don’t know if I can mentally and emotionally handle a relationship right now. Plus, I want to prove to myself that I can be strong and dependent on myself. I really like him, but I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t really know if I am capable of giving him the affection he wants me to give him.

**Courtney**:

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Scott look so hurt… and I did a number on him, myself.

**Shawn**:

I think we’re boned. I just need a plan to keep Courtney and I in somehow.

**Tyler**:

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m feeling my pump go crazy from that incredible breakfast. Chef is, like, an amazing cook! Wait! Chef… great cook? That can’t be a coincidence! Did he become a good cook because his name is Chef? Or did he change his name to Chef because he’s such a good cook?

*The camera cut to static and then back to the area on the beach. Amy and Scott grabbing their paint rollers. He is glaring at her, causing Amy to look at him with confusion coating her face. With a huff, he crosses his arms over his chest, accidentally coating himself in paint.*

**Chef**:

Get moving! Go!

*Chris honked his airhorn and Amy and Scott began to carefully move through the area. Amy did her best to get near Scott to try and talk to him, staying beside him as they continued to move across the sand, painting it.*

**Amy** (*whispering*):

Scott, what’s wrong?

**Scott** (*also whispering, but not as quiet*):

Oh, so you can talk to me?

**Amy**:

What? I talk to you all the time.

**Scott**:

Even though I’m a beast.

**Amy**:

Scott, let me explain-

**Scott**:

No. I don’t want to hear it. If I’m so repulsive, you don’t have to explain it. You already did. I don’t need to be told twice. Goodbye.

**Heather**:

What are they talking about?

**Amy**:

Goodbye? Scott, please listen.

**Scott**:

There’s nothing to listen to.

**Amy**:

Please, just let me explain!

**Scott**:

Fine, you have ten seconds. Nine. Eight.

**Amy** (*taking a breath*):

Look, I do feel for you, okay. I just don’t know how well I’d be if we were together. I’ve never had feelings like this before, and I’m scared of them, okay?

**Scott** (*unmoved*):

That’s it?

**Amy** (*trying to pick her words carefully*):

I’ve never experienced real, unconditional love before I learned to love myself through lots of therapy. I just rebuilt my relationship with my sister and it took so many years to even get to the place where I decided that I want her in my life and I want to be in hers.

**Scott** (*still hurting*):

So what are you saying? You’re not able to be in a relationship?

**Amy** (*with a heavy sigh*):

Look, Scott. I really like you. My feelings for you are really strong, and I think it’s clear that you feel something for me, too. I don’t blame you for being upset with me. It probably feels like I was leading you on, or something, but I promise you that those feelings are real. It’s just that I don’t really know myself. I don’t want to rush into a relationship with you thinking that it’s going to fix something in me and make me whole.

**Scott** (*confused*):

So you really do like me?

**Amy** (*with a nod*):

Yes, Scott. I do, but please listen to me. I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I like you too much to try and potentially ruin what we have now. Can we just be friends for now?

**Scott** (*perking up a bit*):

That’s fine with me.

*Scott extends his hand, and Amy grabs it, giving each other a warm smile.*

**Amy**:

So, may the better person win?

**Scott**:

You’re on!

**Amy** (*playfully competitive*):

You’re gonna eat my dust!

**Scott** (*matching her energy*):

Nuh-uh! You’re gonna eat my dust!

**Amy**:

Game on!

*The two walk side by side as the three hosts are bored.*

**Chris**:

Come on, do something! Time is running out!

**Amy**:

Well then that means one of us wins fairly.

**Scott**:

Yeah!

**Chris** (*having a temper tantrum*):

It can’t be a fair match if you two just walk together and cover the same area!

**Scott** (*snickering*):

Well, it looks like we both get a point then.

**Chris**:

Or nobody gets the point!

**Amy** (*with a groan*):

Ugh, fine!

*As soon as Amy moves from Scott’s side, she is suspiciously then blasted by seaweed erupting from the sand. She looks like how she returned to the island in Pahkitew Island to fight with Samey. Shawn looks freaked out seeing her.*

**Shawn** (*panicked*):

Ah! Zombie!

**Dave** (*his turn to comfort*):

No, Shawn. That’s just Amy covered in seaweed.

**Blaineley**:

And Scott gets another point for the Vicious Vipers! We are tied up at two to two with two turns left! Who’s next, Chris?

**Chef**:

Excuse me, where’s my say?

**Blaineley**:

Who said you get a say?

**Chef** (*growling*):

I did, you oversized eruption of hemorrhoids!

**Blaineley**:

Whatever, fine. Pick the next two.

**Chef**:

Much better. Give me Heather… give me the big girl.

**Sadie**:

Is that supposed to be me?

**Chef**:

Who else would it be?

**Heather** (w*ith a great sense of justice*):

Surely you could call on her without being cruel.

**Sadie** (*unfazed*):

Meh, it doesn’t bother me. I’m thick and juicy. I am a delicious peach.

**Amy** (*wiping seaweed off of her face*):

If it sat on the counter for a month and rotted.

**Blaineley**:

Let’s go! Places!

*Heather and Sadie grab their paint rollers and get to their places. It then cuts to another confessional block.*

**Heather**:

Sadie’s ego has greatly increased after being selected as head chef in the last challenge and her team winning by default. I can see the cracks in Amy growing deeper and wider. If I threw this challenge to Sadie, it gives them the round win point, but it sets up Amy’s swift and timely destruction. She has been a thorn in my side for too long.

**Sadie**:

Heather has been such a great friend since I’ve come back to the show. She’s been helping me take charge and teaching me to assert my dominance! She really believes in me!

**Alejandro**:

I see the twinkle in mi amor’s eyes. She is planning something to take down those perdedor fluencia degenerado monstruo Raccoons down and wipe them out. She is my soulmate.

**Tyler** (*still in thought from before*):

Is he named Chef and became a cook because of that, or did he change his first name to Chef because he’s such a good cook? The world needs to know!

*The camera cuts to static and back to the challenge. Chris honked his airhorn and Heather and Sadie began to carefully move over the area, painting ahead of them.*

**Heather**:

You know, Sadie. I feel very uneasy competing against you.

**Sadie**:

Against me, Heather? Why?

**Heather**:

Well, you’ve been such a competitive beast since you’ve come back. You’re such a threat. This challenge is as good as yours. I don’t stand a chance.

**Sadie** (*flattered*):

Wow, Heather. That’s so sweet of you. It means so much to hear you say that. You have won the most challenges in Total Drama history.

**Heather**:

That might be true, but mark my words. You’re going to merge and win a lot of the merge challenges. You’ll be in the finale for sure.

**Sadie**:

Really? You think I’m going to win my way to the finale?

**Heather**:

I guarantee it. It’s me and you, kid. We can do this together.

**Sadie**:

Wow. Me and you in the finale! That would be a dream.

**Heather**:

And we will make it a reality. But we need to get there.

**Sadie**:

Whatever we can do to get there.

**Heather**:

Then it’s agreed. We have a final two.

**Sadie**:

I’m all in.

**Heather**:

That’s what I like to hear.

**Sadie**:

I’m so excited!

*After reaching each other in the middle, Heather and Sadie shake hands, cementing their final two. The camera zooms in to Heather’s backside as she puts her hand behind her back, crossing her fingers, signaling that she’s lying. The camera then zooms into Heather’s face as she spots an odd formation in the sand. She then appears in the confessional.*

**Heather**:

Of course my final two with Sadie is fake. She would be my third place at most, and that’s me being generous. I don’t trust her to let me win and she’d put up a fight to win for herself. That is why my plan is to get Topher to the final two. Obviously, I have to free him from Alejandro’s grasp first. I have a plan with Scott to get that taken care of. As for now, to lure Sadie into a false sense of security with me and convince her that she is a contender in this game. Therefore, I must throw this challenge, because in addition to knocking Amy off the board as soon as possible, I need Sadie to migrate to my side of the board and be a pawn for me.

*Cutting back to the challenge, Heather moves closer to the strange formation in the sand and a smirk forms over her face. Poking at it a bit, she caused a landmine to explode. She quickly moved out of the way as croquet balls erupted from out of the sand. Amy, furious, gives Sadie a side-eyed glare, jealous of her victory.*

**Chris**:

And that scores Sadie a third point for the Raccoons! It is three to two with one round left!

**Heather** (*confused*):

Croquet balls? Really?

**Blaineley**:

Only the best to knock you out with, my dear.

**Heather** (*rolling her eyes*):

How very.

**Chef**:

Last round. Give me jocko, give me mouthy, give me stinky.

**Shawn** (*a bit offended*):

I do not stink!

**Courtney**:

I am not mouthy! Wait… if this is the last round, how is there any chance to win for us? At most, we would just tie or they get a fourth point.

**Blaineley**:

We’re getting to that, mouthy!

**Courtney** (*yelling*):

I am not mouthy!

**Chris**:

Right. As the last round, this will be worth two points. Courtney and Shawn will compete as one for the Vicious Vipers and Tyler will compete alone for the Ravenous Raccoons.

*It cut to another confessional block.*

**Amy**:

With how hotheaded and temperamental Courtney is, there’s no doubt that she’ll blow this challenge and hand us a third victory in a row. This is in the bag.

**Tyler** (*flexing his biceps*):

I can more than handle this challenge.

*As he flexed, Tyler tripped over his feet, falling over, his head hitting off the camera as the confessional cut to static and then quickly cut to Shawn.*

**Shawn**:

Two against one in a rigged battlefield is hardly fair. I’m very sure that I can spot any and all traps, I just need to keep Courtney calm.

**Heather**:

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my round to Sadie because now safety falls on Courtney, and I would much prefer to not use my immunity idol until Scott has prepared the decoy.

*The camera cuts back to Courtney and Shawn grabbing one oversized paint roller and Tyler grabs his. They dip them in their respective paint colors. Chris then blows his airhorn as the three begin to cautiously move. Courtney keeps trying to go faster, shoving Shawn.*

**Courtney**:

Come on, speed it up, Shawn. We need to win.

**Shawn**:

Courtney, dial it back. I know what I’m doing.

**Tyler**:

This is, like, so easy, dudes!

**Amy** (*angry*):

Bite me.

**Eva**:

Ease up, Amy. Sure, Tyler is about as smart as his airhead wife, but he’s still patient and relaxed. Courtney is far too impatient and hotheaded. She will doom herself.

**Courtney** (*yelling*):

Hey! I heard that! I am not hotheaded!

**Shawn** (*sternly*):

Courtney! Keep your rage in check!

**Tyler**:

Lindsay was right, this is fun!

**Shawn** (*turning*):

Turn right, Courtney.

**Courtney**:

What? We still have sand to cover here!

**Shawn** (*sage and wise*):

Look at the bloating of the sand. Those are buried mines.

**Courtney**:

Are you sure? They wouldn’t make it that obvious.

**Shawn**:

Look at our hosting panel over there and Chef’s shoddy handiwork across the board.

**Chef** (*growling*):

You’re gonna eat those words, stinky!

**Courtney** (*with a slight giggle*):

Better than eating the slop you tried to serve us for breakfast.

**Chris**:

Hurry up! Do something! Time is running out!

**Blaineley**:

Thirty seconds left!

**Tyler**:

I got this in the bag!

**Courtney**:

Come on, Shawn! We can’t lose!

**Shawn**:

Keep your cool, Courtney. As long as we remain steady, we’re taking this.

**Blaineley**:

Ten seconds!

**Courtney**:

We have to go faster, Shawn! Cover more ground!

**Tyler**:

See you from the peanut gallery, dudes!

**Courtney**:

Don’t get so cocky, loser!

**Chris**:

Time is up! Since nobody set off a trap, we need to determine a winner! Boo!

**Blaineley**:

Oh, Chef!

**Chef** (*grumbling*):

I don’t get paid enough for this.

*Chef, grabbing a tape measure, runs out to the area from the balcony. He first measures Tyler’s coverage in length and width. He then moves to Courtney and Shawn’s coverage, measuring it the same way as Tyler. He pulls a pen and paper from his apron pocket, and begins to do math on the paper.*

**Blaineley** (*impatient*):

Well? We’re waiting!

**Courtney** (*praying*):

Please please please please please.

**Tyler**:

Take your time, dude!

**Chef**:

Sweatstain painted two yards long and one yard thick. Motormouth Maybelle and Stinky painted two yards long and… one and a half yards thick.

**Blaineley**:

That means the final two points go to the Vicious Vipers for a final score of three to four!

**Chris**:

The Vicious Vipers win! Ravenous Raccoons, we’ll be seeing you at the campfire ceremony!

**Courtney**:

Yes! We did it!

### Act Three - The Forest

**Setting: Pahkitew Island, the forest, sunset**

*The camera fast forwards to Heather and Sadie standing deep in the forest. They are discussing their plans for their officially formed alliance.*

**Heather**:

Of course, we have to keep this secret until the merge.

**Sadie**:

Why? It’s not like it would be such a big deal.

**Heather**:

Oh, Sadie. So smart yet so naive. If they discover that we are teaming up together, they’ll toss us out for sure. That is why we need to act in secret until the merge. It’s surely coming up.

**Sadie**:

That’s smart. So what do you suggest we do for our first alliance task?

**Heather**:

I’m very glad that you asked, Sadie. I was thinking about this exact thing.

**Sadie**:

You have a plan?

**Heather** (*sickly sweet*):

Very insightful, Sadie. I know you find Amy a nuisance as much as I do. We must snip the rosebud off of the thorns.

**Sadie**:

So vote her off? I’ve been trying.

**Heather**:

Very calculated, Sadie. However, it’s no secret that she has the numbers game to her advantage. Eva, Lindsay, Samey, and Tyler are all on her side. You are the odd man out. They’ll stomp you out in no time.

**Sadie**:

Samey? No, no. She’s on my side.

**Heather** (*patting her head, condescendingly*):

Oh sweet, naive Sadie. Samey has already reunited with Amy. They’ve made up permanently now. Samey has already spilled to Amy that you want to get rid of her.

**Sadie**:

So… I am alone. I need to think of something. Maybe I can open the vote box and change votes to Amy? That would work in our favor.

**Heather**:

It certainly would, but it would be just too obvious. If you tamper with the votes and change them to Amy, you would be the only suspect.

**Sadie**:

Then what do you suggest I do?

**Heather**:

Well, if you’re going to rig someone out, it can’t be Amy. She is a royal pain, but she would become progressively weaker if you get rid of her allies as fast as possible. That is what would hurt her the most. We have to cut her numbers down, then go after her.

**Sadie**:

You’ve got a smart idea, Heather!

**Heather**:

Me? Oh, no! Sadie, it was all your idea! Go act on it!

**Sadie**:

I will!

*Sadie gives her an eager nod and runs off, passing by Dave and Shawn, who were on a walk, their hands in each others. Dave breathing into a paper bag, hyperventilating.*

**Shawn**:

Dave, relax. It was just a butterfly, it can’t hurt you.

**Dave**:

Yeah… but… it’s so… scary!

**Heather** (*mockingly*):

You certainly know how to pick the winners, don’t you, Shawn?

**Shawn** (*displeased to see her*):

Heather. I thought I recognized your foul stench when Sadie went running.

**Heather**:

Now, now Shawn. This is hardly the place for insults. Especially one about stench in your case. It’s hardly fair play from my side.

**Shawn**:

I don’t know what you are up to, but I refuse to be a part of it. Come on, Dave.

**Heather**:

Oh, but wait, Shawn. We have an important matter to discuss.

**Shawn** (*pointedly*):

No. We don’t.

**Heather**:

Oh, but we do. See, about your little betrayal of me to vote out Zoey.

**Shawn**:

What’s the big deal? You wanted Zoey gone and she’s gone. Why does it matter that I didn’t vote her out? You got what you wanted.

**Heather**:

I did, true, but it was not according to the agreed upon plan. We were to break Courtney down, not vote her out to test her loyalty and then ally with her.

**Shawn**:

Yeah, you wanted to take Zoey out and then pressure Courtney into quitting while pretending to be her ally. I can read right through you. You won’t trip me up.

**Heather**:

If you choose to ally with someone who has already admitted to plotting your betrayal instead of someone who wanted to save you, be my guest. It is your game to ruin.

**Shawn** (*knowingly*):

She did admit to it, yeah. She didn’t plan it, expose somebody else for doing it, then pretend to work with them while she tries to do it.

**Heather** (*unbothered*):

So you’ve figured it out then, have you? Perhaps you’re not as big a loser as I had previously thought. So we are enemies, then. I welcome the challenge, but know this. All of my enemies will fall eventually. I always remain victorious. Gotta motor!

*With a motion to move her hair from her face, she gave Dave and Shawn a fake friendly wave goodbye and walked away, leaving the two of them in the forest alone.*

**Dave**:

Should we be scared?

**Shawn** (*steadfast*):

Hardly. I have an idea. Follow my lead.

**Dave**:

Got it.

### Act Four - The Campfire Ceremony

**Setting: Pahkitew Island, the campsite, nighttime**

*The six remaining contestants on the Ravenous Raccoons sit on the logs of the campsite after voting out another member in the confessional one by one while the Vicious Vipers watch on. Chef walks out in a large dress, slams a tray of marshmallows down on the podium, and then leaves to fetch the boat of losers.*

**Chris**:

Well, wasn’t this a fun challenge?

**Everyone but Blaineley:**

No!

**Blaineley**:

Raccoons, with so little of you remaining, this must have been a difficult choice tonight.

**Eva**:

Not at all.

**Sadie**:

Not even a little bit.

**Amy**:

Not a chance.

**Chris**:

How would you rationalize the elimination tonight?

**Eva**:

It’s been quite a long time coming.

**Sadie**:

It’s what had to be done.

**Amy**:

It is so long overdue.

**Lindsay**:

What’s going on?

**Tyler**:

I’m hungry. When’s dinner?

**Eva**:

You ate more of that garbage than everyone else, and you’re hungry? I’m amazed you could even think of stomaching food at all after that junk.

**Tyler**:

It was good! My compliments to the chef!

**Eva**:

God, you are gross.

**Chris**:

Hey! Hey! Bring the attention back here! This is the show, not Kitchen Nightmares!

**Blaineley**:

You know the rules quite well by now. When your name is called, come collect your marshmallow. If you don’t get one, you must pack your belongings, walk down the dock of shame, and board the boat of losers to permanent obscurity.

**Chris**:

These marshmallows go to… Lindsay!

Tyler!

Amy!

Samey!

**Blaineley**:

That leaves Eva and Sadie. Let me tell you, this vote is quite shocking. Both of you won your rounds in the challenge. This should be Amy, Lindsay, or Tyler sitting here instead.

**Amy** (*smug*):

But it isn’t. And it won’t be Eva leaving, either.

Chris:

Eva. Sadie. It shocks me to say that one of you will be leaving tonight.

**Eva** (*threateningly*):

So just give me my marshmallow.

**Blaineley**:

In a four to two vote, the last marshmallow goes to…

**Amy** (*annoyed*):

Eva. Give it to Eva.

**Eva**:

Hand it over!

**Chris**:

Sadie.

**Eva** (*standing up*):

What?

**Amy** (*angrily jumping to her feet*):

There’s no way!

**Sadie** (*uncaring*):

Such a shame. See you, Eva.

**Blaineley**:

Sadie, I don’t know how you managed to do it, but this last marshmallow belongs to you.

**Chris**:

Eva. It’s time to go. Pack your belongings and exit on the boat of losers immediately.

**Eva**:

There’s no way I was voted off!

**Blaineley**:

Well, then let’s see how everyone voted!

*Pressing a button on the podium, the screen behind them flicks to life to reveal the votes. Amy votes for Sadie. Eva votes for Sadie. Sadie votes for Eva. The screen then becomes covered with static, the figures on screen becoming impossible to view. Chris smashes his finger on the button a few times to try and fix it. Three more static-viewed votes for Eva can be seen on screen, being held by a pair of disembodied hands.*

**Eva**:

This is bull!

**Chris**:

Bull as it may be, the results still stand. You are eliminated!

*Eva, grabbing a stick, throws it at Chris. It pierces through his shirt and pins him to the podium. Eva then stomps off to the cabin, and she is followed by Amy and Lindsay. They proceed to help Eva pack up her belongings.*

**Lindsay**:

This is, like, so unfair. I know I didn’t vote for you… but who did I vote for?

**Eva**:

These votes were definitely rigged, but by who? Sadie isn’t smart enough to figure out how.

**Amy**:

I won’t rest until I figure out how this happened. I will avenge you.

**Eva**:

If I get to come back, they better beware.

*The camera cuts to Eva on the boat of losers with her and Anne Maria’s luggage from the start of the episode with her. She crosses her arms silently as Amy, Lindsay, and Tyler wave goodbye to her. The camera cuts back to Chris and Blaineley alone at the campsite.*

**Blaineley**:

Well, that was a shocking elimination. I wonder what could’ve happened.

**Chris** (*snickering a little*):

Yeah, I wonder.

Will the truth of the votes tonight ever come out?

**Blaineley**:

How will Heather’s threat of competition have an effect on Shawn?

With the numbers going down, will Dave stop flying under the radar?

What exactly was Heather and Scott’s secret deal?

**Chris**:

Find out the answers to these questions and more next time on TOTAL!

DRAMA!

RESURRECTION!

*The camera cuts to static and then rewinds to show Sadie in a confessional. She has opened the vote box and was changing the votes from herself to Eva.*

**Sadie**:

Heather was absolutely right. In order to make Amy touchable, I have to get her numbers game cut down. The best way to do this is to get rid of Eva first. She is the one that nobody cares about between her little alliance so nobody would notice if the votes were suddenly swung her way. It’s the perfect crime. I will do whatever I can to get Heather and myself to the finale. So, the next time somebody tries to play me, this is what fate awaits them.

***The camera fades to black.***

## Trivia

* Picking up from the previous episode, Topher is mourning the loss of Anne Maria, and defends her at points throughout this episode.
* Topher confirms to Alejandro that Heather is in possession of the immunity idol and that he helped her get it.
* Alejandro confirms that Dave's legal name is David, and Dave reveals that Topher's legal name is Christopher.
* Topher indicates that he wants to sleep with Alejandro, and hints that they potentially already have.
* Scott confirms that he eats sand when he's happy and dirt when he's sad.
* The relationship moment with Dave and Shawn is meant to directly contrast with the previous one with Alejandro and Topher.
	+ Alejandro cuts Topher off from talking and manipulates him into silence as Dave and Shawn discuss their potential problems.
	+ Alejandro never tells Topher that he loves him, whereas Dave and Shawn have no issue saying it to each other.
	+ Topher believes that he deserves Alejandro for his beauty while Dave thinks Shawn is ashamed of him
* As of this episode, Dave and Shawn share a bunk bed.
* Shawn reveals to Dave that Alejandro and Topher's relationship is fake on Alejandro's end.
* Heather tasks Scott with making an exact copy of her immunity idol for unknown reasons, and they make an unknown deal in exchange.
	+ This is a reference to Scott making a fake copy in *Revenge of the Island* to trick Dawn.
* Samey tells Amy that Courtney reminds her of Amy and how they used to interact with each other.
* Amy reveals herself to be something of a feminist in this episode.
* Chef Hatchet states that he killed forty men in the army. A disgusted Amy asks if he gave them food poisoning. This is a reference to *Fawlty Towers* characters Basil and Sybil Fawlty and their dynamic.
* Dave reveals himself to be allergic to peanuts, shellfish, and mustard.
* Shawn heavily suggests that he has eaten horse meat before.
* Courtney references eating bad meals on the show before. Her examples are specifically the food in Chinese Fake-out in *World Tour* and her sundae in *All-Stars*. Coincidentally she was eliminated in both episodes that had the dishes she mentioned. She later references her failed relationship with Scott.
* Tyler is shown to enjoy Chef's cooking. He even eats Lindsay's breakfast after it tries to escape her plate and Eva stabbed it.
* Dave explains to Heather what the real Minesweeper game is.
* Courtney threatens to sue the show again when Chris mentions that they'll be dealing with landmines.
* Eva goes back to her aggressive behavior in this episode.
	+ She yells at Chef for yelling at her.
	+ She beats Alejandro up for tripping her.
	+ She pins Chris to the podium at the campfire ceremony.
* The song Lindsay sings to herself is a mix of "Mmmbop" by Hansen and "C'est la Vie" by B\*Witched.
* Lindsay detonates a landmine filled with wet leftover fabric from Model Misbehavior.
* When Topher detonates and is covered by a landmine filled with pink paint, he quotes Trisha Paytas.
* Amy reveals in this episode that she has mental health problems due to her childhood, and is therefore unsure if she is capable of giving Scott the affection she'd like to and that he shows her. They eventually decide to be friends after a brief argument.
* Amy detonates a landmine filled with wet seaweed and gets coated in it, causing Shawn to mistake her for a zombie.
	+ This is a reference to this happening before in *Pahkitew Island*.
* Heather officially forms an alliance with Sadie under the guise of taking her to the final two.
	+ She confirms in the confessional that this was a lie to get Sadie over to her side and that her ideal finale mate is Topher, because she believes that he wouldn't fight her for the win, and Sadie would.
	+ She later convinces Sadie to rig the votes against somebody else instead of Amy because it would be too suspicious. This means that Heather is indirectly responsible for Eva's elimination.
* Heather setting off a landmine willed with croquet balsas a reference to the movie *Heathers*, which her name is based on. This is doubled down with the quote immediately after of "how very." She also frequently uses the phrase "gotta motor" throughout the season, specifically during strategic moments.
* Like Shawn getting upset when suggested that he smells, Courtney is offended at being called "mouthy."
* Courtney and Shawn vs Tyler is the only match that doesn't result in a round win due to a landmine detonating.
* Chef calls Courtney "Motormouth Maybelle." This is a reference to the character from *Hairspray*.
* Shawn saying that he recognized Heather's foul stench is a reference to the *Star Wars* movie *A New Hope*.
* Shawn reveals to Heather that he had already identified her gameplay plan and that is why he decided to act on his own. She confirms to him and Dave that he was correct in his accusation, and then states that they are now her enemies, then leaves with a warning.
* Shawn reveals to Dave that he has a plan to deal with Heather. It is also implied throughout the episode that he doesn't expect Dave to reach the finale nor does he have any plans of helping him get there.
* At the end of the episode, Eva becomes the second contestant to be eliminated by Sadie in her run as the main antagonist, following DJ in A New Dawning.
	+ Due to Heather's involvement, Eva is the fourth contestant to be eliminated by Heather in her run as the main villain, following Duncan in Choreo Queens, Jasmine in Lightning Strikes, and Zoey in Rewriting the Book.