"Previously on Battle of the Generations," Chris narrated. "Me and the competitors flew over to Italy for a nice rip roaring pizza time. They were all tasked with cooking a delicious pizza for your's truly, and had to collect their ingredients as they sailed down the Grand Canal of Venice. DJ, Anne Maria, and Beardo stepped up as each team's respective head chefs, and they came up with everything from deep dish vegetarian to a Cajun twist. Despite looking like her New York style plain pizza wouldn't be enough to impress, it was actually Anne Maria that won the whole thing and secured Team Radioactive their first victory."

Inside the cockpit, Chris could be seen still eating leftover slices from Anne Maria's pizza. His crunching and salivating was quickly getting on Chef's nerves. "And lemme tell ya, it's just as good days later. Anyway, Team Explosive weren't able to out perform DJ in a cooking contest, so they were up for elimination. Knowing that she may be in danger, Amy brought along Sugar to try and convince Dave to vote with them. And it worked, but Dave forced their hand into allowing himself to pick their target. So who did he have them vote off? None other than his poor unsuspecting former friend, Shawn!"

Chris laughed mischievously. "He didn't see that one coming! And neither did Sammy or Jasmine. Will the two of them get to the bottom of Shawn's exit? Will I make everyone cook me something else since they're shockingly good at it? Just where will the Jumbo Jet be dropping them off next? You'll have to plant your butt right there and watch to find out, right here on TOTAL... DRAMA... BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS!"

*** Opening Credits ***

Like many episodes before it, things opened up on the now familiar sight of the cargo hold. Cody drummed his fingers along a wooden crate while the members from Team Radioactive waited in their own ways. For Dawn, she silently meditated atop a different crate. B was tinkering with his singing device, ensuring it would be properly charged for the upcoming singing episode. Brick merely sat on a box patiently, though Scott was tapping his foot out of frustration next to him.

"Seriously, what's taking them so long, they shoulda kicked someone off by now!" The dirt farmer huffed, leaning his back into a crate and sinking to the floor. "There was some dang good looking cobbler in first class with my name on it, and I don't need Lightning eating it all before we're back."

"He strikes me of someone that doesn't eat many deserts anyway, so you probably don't gotta worry about that," Brick pointed out, getting his teammate to perk up. "But then again, Anne Maria may end up wanting it."

"Uuuugh," was all he mumbled back, groaning from the sheer boredom of waiting.

At this point, even Cody looked to be getting more finicky. Though for him it was more out of nervousness than boredom. "Scott does have a point. As long as it's been since Chris called them, they should have been back here by now. It's super weird."

"Patience is a virtue, my friends," Dawn said wisely from her stoop, her eyes remaining shut all the while. "Chris is very unpredictable, it's possible there may have been some sort of tie breaker that took a long time. I have no doubt that we'll be hearing from them soon."

Sure enough, it was then that they heard someone approaching. Thought it was notably quieter than what sound one would expect three people to be making. Things became even more confusing for everyone when Sammy was the only one to emerge around the corner. They took quick note of her shook up demeanor.

"There you are, we were starting to get worried." Cody chuckled, but then realized Shawn and Jasmine weren't present. "Uh, where are the others?"

"It isn't like Shawn to be tardy, these checks were his whole idea anyway," Brick added.

Sammy looked around at everyone, unsure of how to properly break the news. She tugged at her arm awkwardly. "Uh, well I guess I have good news and bad news for everyone. The good news is that you don't have to help check around the cargo hold anymore."

Even Dawn and B looked surprised at that, finally making the mystic open her eyes. "Why so? As deep rooted as Shawn's fear of zombies is, it wouldn't make sense for him to ease up on his precautions out of the blue."

The nice twin bit her bottom lip, looking away. "Well that's the bad news. Shawn... got eliminated."

Varying degrees of shock spread among the others. Scott shot up from his seat, looking more perplexed than anything. "He was like your strongest member and junk, why the heck would you vote him out this early when it could be the difference between economy and first class?"

"I didn't!" She sighed in frustration. "And neither did Jasmine. It was my sister. She somehow got everyone else to vote her off."

Now it was Brick's turn to look confused. "Er, I'm a bit confused so don't take this the wrong way, but from what I remember watching your first season that doesn't make sense. Wouldn't your sister wanted to have voted you off instead?"

"Trust me, I know. I have no idea why she changed to voting for Shawn, much less why the others would go along with it." She would have been able to glare a hole through the floor if it were possible. "All I know is now me and Jasmine are on the outs of our team, despite the fact that almost all of our wins were because of her and Shawn. None of this makes any sense."

"So, uh, how is Jasmine doing?" Cody asked hesitantly.

Rather than immediately show her answer, the camera perspective instead switched to economy class in the middle of a tense situation. Namely, Jasmine had Dave held by his collar and pinned against the wall while a yelling match ensued. Team Old School could only look on in entranced fear, not daring to get in the way.

"Now you put him down right now, Missy," Sugar yelled, trying to sound intimidating. She went entirely ignored by the Aussie.

"He was your FRIEND, ya bloody stooge," she hissed, her death glare very nearly piercing the germaphobe's soul. "What on Earth would make you backstab him like that?"

Fearing for his well being, Dave was far too petrified to try and respond. He tried to pull away from Jasmine's gaze, but her dagger-like piercing glare made him feel like he was in a staring contest with Medusa. Amy tried in vain to tug the Aussie girl away from her ally.

"Your lame-o boyfriend lost fair and square, get over it!"

Dave's body made a thud as he was finally dropped to the floor. A small "eep" escaped Amy as the incensed Amazon turned the glare her way. Even the normally unbothered Sugar couldn't help but feel a bit of nervousness seep in. As Jasmine began stomping her way over to the mean girls, fire in her eyes, it was actually someone from Team Old School that decided to finally act.

"Ok girls, that's enough." Trent got between Jasmine and Amy just before it seemed the tall girl was about to wind up a punch. "I don't know what happened between you all, but this isn't the way to resolve it. No more taunting, no more threatening, it's only going to keep escalating things."

"But she started-"

"I said what I said," the musician quickly bit back, silencing the cheerleader. "Both of you need to cool off."

An awkward silence followed, with all three girls involved sizing up the others in an attempt to determine their next move. Using the distraction as a cue, Dave took the opportunity to scurry away, still having not said a word. Finally, Jasmine snorted and stomped away to cool off.

"This isn't over."

Ending on that, she left towards the cafeteria without so much of a glance at anyone else. Sugar and Amy exchanged a look, unsure if they should feel like they won the exchange or just avoided serious danger. Having watched the drama the whole time, Beardo tried to clear the tension with an awkward chuckle.

"So, uh, what's the deal with airline food? Am I right, guys?" He mimicked the sound of a rim shot, but only got befuddled looks in response that confirmed this wasn't the right time for jokes. He sighed, doing a sad little "wa wa waaa" trombone sound.

*** Cockpit Confessional: Jasmine ***

"That little witch has a lot of nerve bad mouthing Shawn like that in front of me," she hissed, smacking a fist into her other hand. "She should be thanking her lucky stars that Trent jumped in before I bashed her up something proper, swear to me mum I would have."

"Tsk tsk, Miss Jasmine, you should know violence against other contestants is grounds for being ejected from the game," Chef said from the pilot seat, waggling his finger. "I'm very ashamed of you right now."

"Since when has THAT been a rule? Wouldn't Dakota have been ejected back in Japan for what she did to Harold if that was the case?"

"Well there's the accident forgiveness clause, you see." He whipped out a huge stack of papers, putting it on the ground next to her. "You'd know all about it, if you'd read the gosh darn contract."

Leaning towards him, she rolled up her sleeve and readied her fist. "Alright, ya wanna be cheeky? I got something for you to read right here."

"Oh come on, not agai-"

The camera cut to static just before her fist could make contact.

*** In the cargo hold ***

Back with the former zombie search crew, Sammy had finished her explanation to the best of her abilities. Everyone looked around, unsure of what to do next.

"So, I guess that's it then?" Brick finally said. "No more zombie searches?"

"Well they were only to keep Shawn at ease, so yeah basically." Sammy sighed once more. "For what it's worth, we really appreciate you guys helping us out all this time."

"It was our pleasure." Dawn gave the nice twin a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I know things may get tough for you and Jasmine going forward, but you can brave the storm. I feel a dose of karma is destined to come your sister's way."

One by one, Brick, Dawn, B, and Scott all filed their way out of the room, offering Sammy their own bit of condolences as they left. When they were gone, only her and Cody remained. The tech geek looked on at his crush awkwardly, he could tell she wasn't in the highest of spirits after everything.

"You gonna be alright?" he asked. "I mean, I know you're closer to Jasmine than you were to him, but I'd imagine this is still rough."

"That's putting it lightly. Him getting eliminated is one thing, but it's the fact that now I know it's basically me and Jasmine vs the rest of our team." She kicked at one of the crates in frustration, though still showing enough restraint so that it didn't actually do any damage. "If we lose again I'm definitely gone, then Jasmine after me."

Cody tapped at his chin, thinking things over. She was right, for Shawn to have been voted off when he, Jasmine, and Sammy were voting together did mean that everyone else on Team Explosive voted against him. And if everyone took part in that vote, it meant a certain someone was included.

"Actually, I think I may be able to help with that." Sammy gave him a confused look. "Harold wanted us to see about asking Beardo to be a member of the band, what with his musical knowledge and unique sound. Trent and I haven't really talked to him yet since Harold got voted out, but we may just yet be able to convince him to switch votes."

For the first time since Shawn's elimination, the nice twin perked up. "Wait, for real? You think the two of you can do that?"

"I think so." Cody nodded. "I'm not sure why he voted off Shawn to begin with, but he strikes me as a pretty cool dude. If we explain how messed up your sis is I'm sure it isn't out of the question to think he may vote against her with you two. It would lead to a tie breaker, sure, but you can totally kick her butt."

"That would be awesome! Thank you so much, Cody." He flushed at her warm smile, his face turning a tomato shade of red.

"Heh, no problem."

*** Confessional: Sammy ***

"Geez, I really hope Cody and Trent are able to pull off getting Beardo away from my sister. Honestly, I think I care more about making sure she DOESN'T win than I do winning myself. Her ego is already the size of Ontario, the last thing the world needs is letting her brag about winning a million bucks."

*** In First Class ***

While the others had been doing whatever it was they did in the cargo hold, Lightning wasted no time in taking full advantage of what first class had to offer. After stuffing his face with the best high protein meals they could cook up, he then decided to treat his muscles to a soothing massage. Anne Maria was nearby, enjoying a facial mask treatment.

As the others started to file back in, Scott was delighted to see that the cobbler was still all his. With him scarfing that down, Brick noticed the uber jock being pampered and decided to approach him mid-massage.

"That was a good hustle in the challenge, soldier!" He saluted at Lightning, not that he could see due to his face being down on the massage table. "I think you're starting to see the light of how useful teamwork can be."

"Hey, just remember that is was my lit cooking that got us the big win in the first place, capiche?" Anne Maria snapped from nearby.

"Of course." Brick chuckled, putting up his hands defensively. "In fact, I'd say we ALL contributed to a downright nifty win that made us nearly unbeatable!"

"Bro, is there a point to this or are you gonna let the Lightning have his massage in peace now?" the jock grumbled, turning to look up at the cadet.

"Oh, I'm just trying to help you learn the importance of teamwork is all. You're a heck of a competitor on your own, so if you learn how to cooperate more with your teammates then the sky's the limits!"

Lightning raised an eyebrow, confused. "Why do you even care, man?"

Brick faltered a bit but tried to stay in high spirits. "Well for one I just think it's for the benefit of the team that we're all on the same page. If we keep up our performance like in the most recent challenge, I think it'll be OUR turn to have a winning streak. But more than that, I believe in allowing people to redeem themselves and prove that it's never to late to become an upstanding person! Why just look at the progress Scott made."

"You DO remember that he once stole everyone's junk and was gonna pin it all on you, right?" Anne Maria pointed out. "And then he put it on Dawn instead."

"Hey, that was one time!" Scott spoke with his mouth full, bits of cobbler falling out and making a mess on his shirt.

"Er, right. I haven't forgotten. Nor has Dawn, I would assume." Brick looked over at the aura reader, her being deep in meditation in the floor. She merely nodded. "Right. But what's important is that he's grown as a person since then. And I think Lightning could do the same!"

The jock in question blinked in confusion. "If you sha-say so, dude."

*** Confessional: Brick ***

"Sure, Lightning may look like a tough nut to crack, but I think there's a good person below that cocky exterior! Dawn has kinda done the bulk in making sure Scott stays on the straight and narrow, so I'll take it upon myself to work on him. I think we'll be making progress really soon!"

*** Confessional: Lightning ***

"That dude's a sha-weirdo."

*** In Economy Class ***

Breakfast had already come and gone, and now the contestants could merely linger around the plane and await the news of their next location. The faint sounds of cheering and joy could be made out from First Class. It went without saying that Team Radioactive was having a great time enjoying the fruits of their first win. But the mood in economy was much more tense, mostly filled with an awkward silence.

Team Old School didn't really know how to go about their usual mingling with the lingering awkwardness left by Team Explosive. Jasmine's foot was twitching rapidly, she looked ready for a fight at a moment's notice. Sammy still seemed distraught, though now she looked to be more concerned about her friend's well being. Amy had a salty glare, upset that she couldn't be soaking in her successful game move. Dave and Beardo had come to accept the awkward silence and just sat patiently. As for Sugar, she was bored, so she decided to take a nap.

"So, uh, where do you guys think we're going next?" DJ finally asked cautiously. "Considering where we've been to thus far, I'm thinking it might be somewhere in Oceania."

He received pointed looks from Jasmine and Amy both, making him shrink back into his seat. "Er, forget I asked."

"It was worth a try," Beth whispered, giving him a reassuring pat on the arm.

"Tsk tsk, you're WAY off the mark, DJ!"

Everyone looked up at the intercom, Chris' voice blaring loudly enough to wake Sugar up from her snooze.

"We're heading to South America. Specifically, we're going to the city of Guatape, smack dab in the middle of Colombia!"

"Ain't Colombia a clothes company or something?" Sugar asked, still groggy from being awoken. "How in the Sam Hill do we visit something like that?"

"That's a different Columbia. It's not even spelled the same way." Courtney shook her head. "I'd say we should get our game faces on, but as dysfunctional as their team seems to be, I don't think we have anything to worry about."

Jasmine snorted, her determined expression unchanging. "Oh, we ain't losing. I'll make sure of that."

She gave Sugar and Amy a side eye unnerving enough to put some fear into them. Meanwhile, no one else noticed as Cody started whispering something into Trent's ear. The guitarist gave his friend a firm nod and both glanced over at Beardo cautiously.

One screen transition of the jet heading towards South America later, and game time was upon them! As they made their descent they passed over various brightly colored houses the lined the streets of Guatape. The land was surrounded by a lot of water and smaller surrounding islands, but most prominent of all was a large rock hill with a staircase leading to the top. It was near this very inselberg that the plane landed, with the contestants filing out and eyeing it cautiously.

For once, Chris joined them in his standard attire. Perhaps he couldn't be bothered to find an outfit specific to the location. "Welcome to Colombia! You may or may not have noticed that we're close to a big ol rock over there. It's kinda hard to miss." He waited for everyone to turn their attention to the rock in question. "That there is The Stone of Guatape. And today, our challenge sorta centers around it."

As he continued talking, some interns carted out crates of various supplies. Notably a lot of paint, cloth, wood and other craft related tools.

"The challenge takes place over the course of three steps. Step one, you'll each be crafting a hang glider!" He motioned towards the supplies while the crates were being busted open for easier access. "Guatape is renowned for their flashy buildings, so feel free to go all out on making your glider look cool. Just, you know, make sure it works. You'll be needing it to!"

Courtney raised a hand. "Is anything stopping us from just making a normal hang glider to get through the challenge as fast as possible?"

"Yup, Chef will be guarding the entrance to part 2 of the challenge. No originality means he won't let ya pass, so you all better put some flavor on it." He pointed a thumb towards the base of the stairs leading up the massive rock. Indeed, Chef stood in front of the stairs, arms folded and glaring at everyone with a snarl. Perhaps he was extra angry due to the black eye he was sporting courtesy of Jasmine. "Speaking of which, part two! You'll have to carry your hang gliders aaaaaaall the way up those stairs to the top of The Stone of Guatape. I don't recommend dropping it or letting it get broken, ESPECIALLY if you're high up the stairs."

Beth looked at the top of the rock, taking in just how ridiculously high up it went. She gulped, raising a hand of her own. "I'm guessing for part 3 we'll be using them?"

Chris responded with two finger pistols and a click of the tongue. "Correctomundo! For the final part of the challenge you'll be flying your gliders to a nearby island that's been marked with a checkered circle. Don't worry, you'll know the island once you get up there. First team to get everyone on that island successfully wins first class. And, well, you all know the rest by now. We'll get things started here in a few minutes."

Everyone took a minute to digest the info. B was looking especially confident, ready to flex his building skills with a glider that would surely impress. DJ, still with his fear of falling into water from high up, was taking some deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. And of course there was Jasmine, with fire in her eyes and a pointed look going Amy's way.

"Try and throw the challenge and you're getting tossed off the bloody rock," she said ominously, cracking her knuckles for added affect.

"Um, hello? Is she even allowed to threaten me like that?"

She looked over at Chris, who merely shrugged. "Something something, nothing about it in the rulebook, something something, as long as she doesn't follow through, something something, it's outta my hands."

"Just do the challenge right and we don't have a problem," the Aussie added. "It's as simple as that."

With nothing else to say to the mean girl, her and Sammy took their leave to go get a look at the supplies they had to work with. Once again Amy was left to simmer in a silent rage while Sugar looked on stumped.

"Well shoot, with that fire under her butt we might not be able to get rid of them as soon as we were hoping," the country girl noted. Amy groaned.

"Right? We should have got Sparemy out while we had the chance!" Seeing Dave standing nearby, she jabbed a finger at his chest. "I sure hope you're happy."

The germaphobe put up his hands defensively. "Hey, you guys agreed to my terms, I didn't have a way to control how she'd react. If you guys are so bummed out about not being able to eliminate one of them for now, how about you try and get out someone threatening from the other teams?"

Both girls looked at him with blank stares. Amy huffed. "And just how the heck do we do that, smart guy?"

Rolling his eyes, Dave surveyed the enemy teams. Both were fairly huddled together and showing a worrying amount of unity compared to the fractured Team Explosive. But he smirked when his eyes landed on one contestant in particular. "Well, this is supposed to be a singing episode, right?"

Both girls followed their ally's gaze, seeing that he was looking at B in the middle of nodding along as something Dawn was saying. Quickly formulating a plan, they exchanged a sinister grin.

*** Confessional: Dave ***

"Do I regret eliminating Shawn? Nope. Not even a little bit." He stared out the window with a wimpy pout. "Jasmine can threaten me all she wants, it won't bring him back. He's had things way too good for too long. Well this time I beat him! I can hold my head up and say that it was ME to eliminate one of the show's strongest finalists. I'm not gonna let people look down on me anymore, once I win this season everyone is gonna regret talking trash about me!"

*** At the Bottom of Rock of Guatape ***

"There's no time limit on how long it takes you to make your hang glider, but since it's a race to not be last and all I wouldn't recommend dilly dallying." Chris chuckled, waving his arm in a GO motion. "Begin!"

The three teams immediately dove into the haul of materials, sorting for whatever would be the most useful. On their respective teams, Courtney and B directed traffic and barked out orders of what people should grab. Or in B's case, he made the motions and Dawn translated them. Jasmine took on a much more aggressive version of the role, yanking away supplies and tossing them into various piles for the others while Sammy got her own. Dave and Beardo exchanged a look, shrugging as neither dared to object to the tall girl's methods.

While Jasmine was a bit distracted, Amy felt it was a good time to strike. B had just finished signaling the supplies for his team and was taking over his own haul of supplies.

"Ok, you distract him and I'll grab the thingy," she whispered.

"You sure you can pickpocket?" Sugar asked. "A preppy gal like you don't strike me as knowing how to get down n dirty."

Amy rolled her eyes. "I learned how to yank money from mom's purse without her noticing, I kinda had to when she cut me off after last season. As long as you keep his attention I'll be fine."

Well that was good enough for Sugar. She did a two finger salute and nodded. "Can do, missy! Watch Sugar work her magic."

As poor unsuspecting B began spreading out his glider supplies and mentally mapping out how his glider would go, a sultry jazz theme played in the background. Sugar strut over to the enemy team member, trying to flaunt her stuff as much as possible. Of course, she went entirely unnoticed by the brainiac until she was in his face.

"Howdy!" Her voiced startled him enough to where he almost yelped. Almost. "Boy, this really seems like your kinda challenge, huh?"

B raised an eyebrow, unsure why an Explosive member would be talking to him, in the middle of a challenge no less. Then again this was Sugar, so he eyed her curiously.

"Ah don't worry, I ain't up to no good." She chuckled, elbowing him in the ribs. Meanwhile, Amy was beginning to nonchalantly move by, making sure she wasn't noticed by B's teammates. "Yer too smart of me to pull the wool over your eyes, eh?"

Not really sure where she was going with this, B just gave a sort of perplexed nod of thanks. Just as he tried to walk away, the country girl stopped him with a hand placed on his chest. "Ya know, I really admire smarts on a guy. You really know your way around some neat toys, am I right?"

Now B was getting properly unnerved, to the point where he didn't notice as a dainty hand carefully reached into his front right jacket pocket. To ensure he wouldn't look down, Sugar cupped his chin in her hand and gave him a flirtatious look.

"Ya know, I don't know if you saw my last season, but you kinda remind me of the wizard. Except, ya know, there's more of ya." She glanced over at Amy, who now had a hold of B's singing device. She began pouring a water bottle all over it, making sure to try and soak the insides through any slots that led to the inner mechanisms. Then she saw that the genius looked offended. "Which is good! You're a WHOLE lotta man. And like the wizard, I like my men the way I like my mud baths. Nice and dark."

Amy and B both went mouth agape at the comment, though the mean twin had the resist the urge to verbally react and instead slip the device back into his pocket before sneaking away.

"So if ya wanna put a little extra sugar on that chocolate after the season is over, call me!" She gave the large boy a wink and returned to her own team, leaving him absolutely dumbfounded.

*** Confessional: B ***

Obviously without saying anything, the disturbed boy wretches and proceeds to throw up into the toilet.

*** In Guatape ***

With that ordeal out of the way and one contestant permanently scared for life, now focus could be placed on the challenge. Dawn could sense a disturbance in her friend's demeanor as he tried to shake himself back into the game and help everyone through building their gliders, but he wasn't about to divulge on what had just transpired. Meanwhile, Team Old School was making solid work as everyone seemed to have a decent enough grasp on how to build their glider.

"As weird as it sounds, this kinda reminds me of making those cool little wooden cars back in scouts," Cody mused as he began to cut his cloth into a glider shape. "Except, you know, when we test out these things we're falling from the top of a rock if it doesn't work." He chuckled awkwardly.

"We'll be fine, Team Explosive is way too dysfunctional to beat us," Courtney said confidently. "But I do wanna try and beat Radioactive. It's time we took back first class!"

"And you just wanna rub it in Scott's face, yeah yeah, we know." Beth hummed to herself, not noticing the glare she got for her comment. "Did you guys see any glitter over there? I really wanna use some for the decoration portion!"

"Yeah, I think I saw some near the spray paint," DJ confirmed, glancing behind his shoulder at the massive rock. "Just make sure you don't make your glider too heavy. Remember, we gotta haul the thing all the way up that."

Everyone looked back at the Rock of Guatape. By Cody and Courtney's calculations, it was around 650 steps and would be a long climb for sure.

"No worries, we got this," Trent assured the others, giving his best supportive smile for emphasis. "This is a cake walk compared to some of the crap we've done over the years."

"Wonder when he's gonna make us sing?" Leshawna added, hammering away at some wood. "None of this really screams that it'd make a good song break."

"Guess we'll leave that as a mystery, eh?" Suddenly said Chris as he leaned down into the huddle, properly unnerving everyone. "So chop to it! We're burning daylight out here, people!"

Not needing to be told twice, everyone prepared to transition into the decoration portion. When it came to the build and quality of the gliders, Team Radioactive definitely had the best. Thanks to B's guidance translated by Dawn, they were built sturdy and aerodynamic. Teams Old School and Explosive had solid gliders with orders given out by the likes of Jasmine and Courtney, but there was still a lot of challenge to go.

Everyone was putting their own personal spin on the decoration portion. As she had hinted at already, Beth waddled back to her station with a big container of glitter to go with her paints. Dave was lacking in inspiration, so he decided to just paint his in the kind of colors like the Colombian houses Chris showed them as an example. Not much of an artist, Scott just kind of crudely brushed away, not really caring if it looked good as long as he felt it was cool.

"Should we wait to go all at once or just get going once we're each done?" Leshawna asked her team while finishing up some shiny gold paint finish on one portion of the art. "I'm thinking it might be safer to go together."

"Good point, never know when one of the others might try to mess with our gliders if they can single us out on the stairs." Trent looked back at Sugar, who was splashing paint on her cloth with no rhyme or reason. "All at once works for me."

"Let's at least make sure Chef approves of them as we finish, that way we're all ready to go at once instead of arriving as a group only for one or two needing to go back and do more," Courtney added.

Meanwhile, Team Radioactive had a less smooth time agreeing on a game plan.

"The Lightning thinks we should just all go when we're done, no point waiting around for the others to hold us back."

"We all must finish for us to win, getting there before the rest of us doesn't earn us anything," Dawn pointed out.

"It's just a climb up the stairs, what are the others gonna do, try and block us?" Anne Maria asked. "If anything, we'll be able to see the quick people glide first and know the best way to get to the finish line while we watch them from the stairs."

Brick tapped on his chin, humming in thought. "That's not a terrible idea, but in the event that something DOES go wrong it's better to have the whole squad together than scattered."

Of course, any argument that team was having didn't compare to the awkwardness on Team Explosive.

"I'll go last," Jasmine said in a matter of fact tone, eyes leveled at the team's mean girls. "And Sammy will go first. Understood?"

Beardo gave a thumbs up with a ding sound affect, though Sugar and Amy were unsurprisingly unconvinced. Nonetheless, they at least knew there was no point in debating the matter.

More time passed. and people began to finish. A few members from Team Old School waited next to Chef for the rest of their team, their gliders already approved. Beth's glider depicted crude drawings of her and Lindsay lounging together on beach chairs. Next to each of them, Brady and Tyler fanned them with a large leaf. And then she covered the whole thing in glitter to make it pop. Trent's design was more modest, showing a stylized version of the Drama Brother's logo while the remaining space of the cloth was decorated with music notes. Last standing in wait was Leshawna, who had gone for an image of herself modeling a dress. It was a dress of her own design, a chic red number with gold accents. Also in the drawing was a little Harold who applauded the beauty before his eyes.

*** Confessional: Leshawna ***

"I've been thinking of starting my own clothing line if I win! I'm thinking stuff that's classy, but also good to wear in the city. Something when you see a sister walking by wearing it, it makes people's heads turn, ya feel me?"

*** At the Bottom of Guatape Rock ***

Lightning was the first to actually start climbing the stairs. He had also went for a self portrait design on his glider. His drawing skills weren't great, but the image was undeniably creative. He was in mid jump, about to slam dunk a basketball into a net with his left hand. With his right hand he was tossing a football into a field goal, and below that was a soccer goal where he was kicking a ball into with his left leg. On his right leg was a ski, because he was doing all this while skiing down a huge mountain.

Brick wasn't far behind, he had opted for a camo design with a lot of foliage lining the cloth to give the appearance of a ghillie suit. Dawn was close by, approaching with a glider that crafted the image of woodland animals frolicking around on. She even added various flowers to the design for added flair. Elsewhere, Jasmine was taking note of the progress the others were making, and she looked at her team impatiently.

"Well, almost done? We don't have all day."

"I'm going, I'm going," Amy whined, trying her best to finish up the art piece that depicted her favorite things. Namely, money, clothes, hunky dudes, and cheerleading pom poms. Next to her. Sugar was applying the finishing touches to her glider depicting pigs jumping over a mud pit.

The Aussie tapped her foot, clutching her glider depicting a cool shot of the Australian outback under her arm. Now Team Old School was just waiting for DJ, while Scott and Anne Maria had also began their climb up the stairs. Finally, just as DJ and B were running to make their climb as well, Amy felt satisfied with her work.

"There. Happy?"

"Thrilled," Jasmine spat, urging everyone to get a move on. "Now let's go!"

*** Confessional: Sammy ***

"I'm kinda worried about Jasmine. She's really not taking Shawn's elimination well. I mean, obviously she was always going to take it poorly, but I'm starting to worry she'll be stuck in this angry rut." She tapped a finger on her chin. "Maybe she'd feel better once Amy is gone? But until we know Cody and Trent have gotten Beardo to flip, our best bet is to just stay safe for now."

*** On The Rock of Guatape ***

By now everyone had successfully got their gliders approved and were beginning their climb up the gargantuan flight of stairs. The more athletically inclined like Lightning and Brick were making quick progress, but the less fit such as Beardo were clearly struggling. Per their plans, Team Old School and Explosive were both grouped together on their journey up, while Team Radioactive were spread out.

The stairs were along the side of the rock and spiraled up the rocky wall. As a result, it required people to flip and position their gliders in awkward ways to safely carry it up, sometimes by precariously holding it over the side of the railing. People gripped the handles to their handmade aircraft tight, especially since some pesky wind wasn't making things any easier.

"Of course Chris would pick the windiest day possible for us to- WHOA!" Dave was cut off as a particularly strong gust caught him off guard. He slammed into the railing and suddenly dropped his glider. He yelped in fear, only for Jasmine to quickly pluck it safely from below before it could fall to the ground.

"Hold on tight," was all she grumbled before passing it back up to the skinny dude.

Team Old School was having a less troublesome time during their group climb. Most of them were confident enough in their grip to not worry about losing their glider, while the likes of Cody and Beth received help when they felt that they were in danger. All things considered, they were making good progress.

Meanwhile, Team Radioactive was all over the place. Literally. Lightning and Brick were still the farthest ahead, with the former making it halfway up before his pace finally started to slow a bit as the climb caught up to him.

"This hunk of rock ain't got nothing on The Lightning," the jock boasted confidently, though he did have to pause and catch his breath. "But sha-dang is it tall."

He moved to lean his arm against the guardrail, only to be caught off guard when a piece of it chipped off. This threw him off balance and in an instant caused him to drop his glider over the edge.

"No!" He grabbed in vain, just missing the aircraft as it plummeted down. "This can't be happening!"

He leaned over, looking down in despair at his mistake. But then a miracle happened. Upon looking down, he saw Brick clutching his fallen glider in one hand while the cadet's own was tucked under his other arm. He was leaned against the side of the stairs, balancing and trying not to fall.

"I got your six, soldier," he called up, chuckling nervously. "But uh, I'm kinda struggling here. Care to help a guy out?"

Still in disbelief, Lightning shook himself back to reality and blinked a few times. "Oh, uh, yeah. Be right there, bro!"

*** Confessional: Lightning ***

"Can you believe that? Lightning fumbled? Lightning never fumbles! This season is sha-whack." Exhaling, he shook his head as he looked down in disbelief. "If that thing woulda kept falling, Lightning woulda been eliminated for sure. Guess Brick really had my back, huh?" He looked deep in thought, a rarity for the meathead. "Sha-damn butterfingers..."

*** On The Rock of Guatape ***

A fair amount of time passed, and it was clear that people were hurting. 650 plus steps was no small task to take on, and some of the contestants were looking straight up miserable. Even Lightning was getting winded after having to go run down to Brick's position and then keep going all over again. Between all the breather breaks and continued urging to continue from certain contestants, at some point everyone was starting to get really close together.

"People climb this stupid thing for fun?" Scott yelled, practically dragging himself up the stairs as sweat drenched his shirt. "Here's an idea, next time put in an escalator!"

"You can't just put an escalator into the side of a rock and call it a day, moron," Courtney barked from below, leading the pack of her team. "There's a lot more to it than that."

"Well how about you take care of it if you're so smart?" He quipped back. "Or are you too busy enjoying the view since I'm up here."

"Oh-" She paused, wanting to say something like don't flatter yourself. But that was too many words. Girl was tired and on the verge of collapsing. She could only manage two words tops. "Shut up."

"I'd like to point out that she didn't deny it," Dawn pointed out overhead, just close enough to hear the exchange. "Perhaps you truly are starting to get through to her."

Courtney just groaned, ignoring the taunting looks she got from her team. Below them, Team Explosive was on its last legs. Beardo and Sugar in particular looked like they had just stepped out of a sauna. The former's massive afro had even begun to deflate as a result of so much sweat.

"Dude, you really could had stood to get a haircut before the season started," Dave pointed out, not exactly looking much better himself. All Beardo could do as a response was imitate the sound of bacon frying in a pan, followed by a dog panting.

With a bit more forced progress, Brick and Lightning were finally the first two able to push themselves to the top of the stairs. They stumbled over to the nearby watchtower, where Chris was somehow already there standing nonchalantly.

"It's about time! What took you guys so long, the show is only 30 minutes an episode you know!"

The duo merely groaned, ignoring the host entirely and collapsing to catch their breath. While on the ground, Brick looked around for what they needed. There were a bunch of small islands surrounding the rock, mostly unassuming with nothing of note to them. But finally he caught sight of his target, specifically a certain island that had a huge tarp spread out in the middle of some trees. On the tarp was a checkered bullseye. It wasn't the easiest thing to see, but it was just visible enough to confirm that this was their destination.

"We're almost there, we just gotta fly down to the bullseye." He nudged the jock with his elbow. "Come on, our team is counting on us!"

Lightning confirmed where the bullseye was, nodding confidently. "We sha-got this!"

"Loving this confident energy, you guys," Chris complimented. "And since it looks like the others aren't far behind, it's gonna get intense in the sky as you all race to the bottom. So... why don't we add some ambiance, hm?"

* DING DING DING *

"Uuuugh." Brick burried his face into the ground. "I forgot about the singing being this episode."

"It's awesome, right?" Chris chuckled in amusement, noting how close the others were getting to the top. "Anyway, I'd get a move on if I was you guys. You won't keep your head start for long."

Song Start!

"Bullseye Marks the Spot." Parody of "Danger Zone," by Kenny Loggins.

[Five notes on a keyboard start out the music video before it transitions into a sick rock beat, with the guitar putting in work. Up at the top of the rock, Brick and Lightning were now clad in the sort of bomber jacket and pants one would expect from a naval aviator. Their outfit was completed by some slick sunglasses. Rather than holding hang gliders, in the video they appeared to both be seated in their own bomber jet.]

"We got our eyes on the prize, you know these bros are about to soar."

[Brick confidently readied himself for takeoff, looking over at Lightning at mention of the word bro and flashing a thumbs up. The jock seemed confused at first, but could help and grin.]

"No other team can compare, let em sha-hear our roar."

[The two exchanged a nod and turned on the ignition. They put the petal to the medal and their jets rocketed off the rock at top speeds.]

"And the bullseye, marks the spot."

[Brick and Lightning flew next to each other, leaning forward and pushing theirs jets as fast as they could manage. Suddenly they noticed two unknown aircrafts in their rear view and looked back to see Leshawna and Courtney piloting two other jets.]

"Your girls are com-ming in hot."

[The girls put on determined looks, quickly closing the distance between them and the Radioactive boys. Not about to back down, Brick and Lightning put on their best game faces and increased speed as much as they were able.]

"Shredding through the skyline, gonna catch that wind just right."

[Cody was the next to sing, exchanging a fist bump with Trent before they both hopped into their own jets.]

"Our team's soaring back to first class, we'll be sittin pretty tonight."

[The guitarist radiated confidence as the two began to catch up to their teammates in front of them. They got a bit flashier, doing a loop and turn in their jets.]

"And the bullseye, marks the spot."

[Both Drama Brothers passed by the screen, singing in unison. Not far behind them were Dawn and B, with the later only steering with one hand as the other prepared his singing device.]

"And nothing's gonna make any of us stop."

[Dawn began singing the line with a smirk, but by the time she finished it her expression fell as she realized she had sung the line by herself. She looked over at B, who was staring at his singing machine, puzzled. He tried typing into it once more, but it instead poofed a small black cloud as part of the inner mechanisms short circuited. His eyes shot open as he quickly realized something was wrong.]

"Oh hey, what's the matter big guy? Looks like your little doodad don't wanna work."

[Sugar taunted the silent genius from her jet to his left, grinning maliciously.]

"Say, what was that about the rules? If someone don't sing then their butt goes home!"

[Now it was Amy heckling the big guy, this time from his right. B was quickly able to put two and two together and grit his teeth while zoning out the mean girls. He popped up the singing device's backside, whipping out a tool kit while steering with his legs. All the while an intense guitar solo rang out as the sweating B worked against the clock to get his invention working before the song was over.]

"Clock is ticking, big guy. Let's go and get a move on, B!"

[Anne Maria was urging her teammate as she passed him by, a look of concern evident. Scott was close behind her, looking even more frantic.]

"If that hunk of junk is broke, then you're just gonna have to sing."

[Scott looked on at his former foe desperately, not wanting him to be eliminated. B was feeling the added pressure, quickly trying his best to tinker with his device to get it working again. He had by now noticed the water damage and was using a special cloth to try and repair the damages.]

"And the bullseye marks the spot."

[Jasmine and Sammy sung together as they passed by B, the former looking at him in confused suspicion. She could tell something was up, but was not currently in any position to press matters in the middle of a song.]

"We're not gonna let our stair climb be for naught."

[Now it was Beardo and Dave passing by the tech guy, with them also giving him a curious glance from their jets but not having anything else to say on the matter.]

"And the bullseye marks the spoooooot."

[The final pair, DJ and Beth, were finally also sailing pass B. DJ in particular nailed the high note of their line, while both looked on at the big guy pitifully.]

"And it looks like your time is shot!"

[The final line was sung not by B but by Amy and Sugar in unison. Just as he finished his repairs and prepared to deliver a line, the girls sandwiched him between their jets, causing him to hit the side of his cockpit violently and drop his device in the process. Conflicted, he opened his mouth to try and sing himself, but each time his aircraft was struck by one of the girls before he could get it out."

"And the bullseye, marks the spot!"

[Amy and Sugar traded singing the chorus back and forth, each hitting B's jet with their line to prevent him from opening his mouth. It was the country girl that went last, hitting an ugly high note before the song finally ended.]

With the music video finally over, the visuals returned to normal to show everyone in the middle of hang gliding down to the bullseye. The exceptions were Lightning and Brick who had successfully landed, though they were looking up at their teammate in shock. Brick in particular was very distressed.

"B, no!"

"B yes," Chris replied through his megaphone from next to them. How did that guy move from location to location so easily anyway? "It would seem a certain someone failed to sing before the end of the song. Not cool, dudes. You all should know the penalty for that."

Up in the air, B's jaw had dropped. Dawn, Scott, and Anne Maria looked back, eyes wide in shock. They pondered if they even needed to continue the challenge at this rate if an elimination was decided? Then again they were already in midair anyway, so they may as well.

"Tough break, loser," Amy jeered from nearby, a smug grin taunting him even further. "Guess that's what happens when you won't talk!"

Perhaps shook back to reality, the silent genius looked over at the mean twin with fury burning in his eyes. Which got him to thinking. If he was out, was that it for the episode? Or, knowing Chris, would a vote still take place? This little distraction had caused him to trail behind everyone else. The last thing he needed to do was cause his team to be down TWO members at once.

So he thought fast. Reaching into his massive jacket, he pulled out just the thing he was looking for. A lighter. Flicking it on, he quickly took measure of the wind and the trajectory he's need for what he was about to do. The calculations hopefully sorted in his head, he threw the lighter with pinpoint accuracy. It made contact with Amy's glider, immediately setting it ablaze.

"What the?" Was all she had got out before the highly flammable paint she had used on the glider caused it to burn to a crisp. Yelping, she quickly began to drop like a sack of potatoes. As luck would have it, Sugar was flying directly below her. The speed of the fall caused her to fall through Sugar's glider, creating a massive hole that sent the country girl sinking as well.

While all of this was going on, slowly but surely others made it to the bullseye. Dawn and Anne Maria made it for their team. Jasmine, Beardo, and DJ had a quicker trip due to their greater mass. More and more members landed from each team, but once Beth had hit the ground Chris could make an announcement.

"Looks like everyone from Team Old School is here! First class goes to them!"

Cheering was still underway from the victorious team as the stragglers finished their landing. Dave made it to the ground before B had, but because Amy and Sugar were currently stuck in the water surrounding the island, Team Explosive was incomplete.

"And it looks like Team Radioactive finished their squad next. So Team Explosive gets to vote someone off!"

"What?" Sammy looked terrified, motioning an arm at B. "But if someone is already getting eliminated why do a vote?"

Chris shrugged, an innocent smirk plastered on his handsome face. "Eh, we were due for a double elimination soon anyway. This just made the timing decision easier for me! B may be donzo, but at least he prevented Team Radioactive having to vote someone ELSE out."

It was then that people took notice of the guy in question. B hung his head in defeat, fists clenched as he inwardly cursed himself for not talking in time. Sure, he tried his best to never speak, but this was a million dollar decision he had just made. His team approached their fallen comrade, some patting him on the back in comfort.

"Ya went down swinging for your platoon, you have nothing to be ashamed about," Brick reassured him with a salute. "Thanks for that."

"What the heck even happened up there?" Anne Maria asked, eyebrow raised. "What happened to your doohickey?"

B's response was to level a glare and point towards the edge of the island. Sugar and Amy were beginning to climb out of the water, the later even coughing up a clump of damp grass. Upon seeing the mean twin, Cody's eyes went wide in realization.

"Oh crap..."

*** Confessional: Cody ***

"Geez, I didn't think I'd have to be doing this so soon, was kinda holding out hope that Team Radioactive would lose one or two more times." He chuckled awkwardly. "Well, time to work the Codester magic!"

*** On the Jumbo Jet ***

Beardo wasn't feeling too hot coming off his team suffering another loss, so to calm his nerves he was whistling the battle theme of a certain well known video game skeleton. He turned the corner, on his way to economy class when he was suddenly face to face with Trent and Cody. He imitated the sound of a car screeching to a halt.

"Hey man," Trent greeted. "Can we talk?"

"Uh... sure?" the beatboxer replied nervously, still not too used to talking with people outside of his team. "What's up?"

"I'll get to the point since you guys are voting someone off tonight." Cody took a deep breath and put a hand on the fellow musician's shoulder. "Listen, I don't know the whole story of what's been going on with your team, but I need you to do me a solid and not vote off Sammy tonight."

Beardo tensed up. How did they know who Sugar had asked him to vote for?

"We get it when it came to Shawn," Trent continued. "Dude was a huge threat, especially with Jasmine around. Tell you the truth, I think we were all kinda relieved to see him go since we don't have to go up against him now. But come on, things on the plane are just more unpleasant with Amy around."

"I know for a fact Jasmine and Sammy will be voting for her," Cody added. "With you that would make it a tie. Then at least it's fair and it can go to a tie breaker."

The dude with the huge afro looked between the two, filled with doubt. Beads of sweat started to form as he thought over his options. "I-I don't know, guys. Amy ain't the best to be around, you're right on that, but I gotta do what's best for my game, ya know?"

Both Drama Brothers looked at each other, nodding. Cody sighed. "I don't know what Amy's been telling you, but just trust us on this one. We really want everything to pan out how Harold wanted with the band and all, so can't you just do us this one solid?"

"They don't even have to know it was you," Trent pointed out. "They might think Dave did it. Sammy might not even win the tie breaker, she just deserves a fighting chance against that bogus sister of hers."

Now shaking like a leaf, Beardo gulped and nodded hesitantly. "A-alright. I'll think about it."

"That's all we ask for." Cody offered a smile. "Sorry to put you in an awkward spot so suddenly, man. We didn't really have a lot of time to work with."

Beardo just nodded in understanding and the duo took their leave. Once they were out of earshot, he leaned against the wall and put his head in his hands. "Crap... what the heck do I do?"

*** Confessional: Jasmine ***

For a minute she just stares out of the window, her expression a mix of anger and disappointment. Eventually she yells in frustration and punches the wall. "One challenge. Couldn't get through ONE bloody challenge with Shawn gone. Now it's either me or Sammy leaving, while that witch gets to act all high and mighty. Well she better damn well vote me off if she has any sense in her. Because if she doesn't, Sammy isn't gonna be around to calm me down anymore. Then she'll WISH she had been voted off last time."

*** At the Elimination Ceremony ***

In a rare twist, both Team Explosive AND Radioactive were gathered on the bleachers. Though Chris still only had the five peanut filled barf bags.

"Don't know about you guys, but it's feeling a bit cramped in here with all these people," Chris mused, chuckling at the amount of despair going around. "Does it make ya dudes feel all nice and cozy? Maybe gives off a sense of togetherness?"

As expected, everyone just gave the host varying degrees of dirty looks.

"Heh, tough crowd. Welp, Team Radioactive, you dudes just hold tight while we get this show rolling, eh?" Chris picked up the first barf bag, turning his attention to Team Explosive. "Tonight's first barf bag goes to... Sugar."

The country girl whooped, fists pumping as she ate up her prize. "Boom!"

"Also safe is Beardo and Dave."

While the skinnier boy looked unbothered by it all, the beatboxer was sweating profusely. People were starting to take notice, but Chris kept going before anyone could inquire as to what was messing with him.

"Aaaaaaand Jasmine. All of you are safe."

"Hmph." The survivalist just swatted the bag out of the air before it hit her, glaring at Amy. "Big mistake, sheila."

"Ya know, your dumb tough girl act doesn't really bite as hard when you're on the losing side," the mean twin bit back, smirking in satisfaction.

"Ahem! I believe I was still speaking." Chris shushed the girls. "Let me do my job."

"What's the point?" Sugar asked. "We all know Samey got the votes, it's obvious!"

"Really?" Chris chuckled mischievously. "IS it obvious?"

Sammy gasped while many of the others just looked confused. Sweat poured down Beardo's forehead even faster, with the nice twin giving him a side eye and wondering if he had successfully been swayed after all. Doubt sank in for Amy, and now it was her turn to go wide eyed from fear.

"Well then, as I was saying." Chris held up the final bag, looking between the sisters. "The barf bag goes to...

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... Amy!" He paused, then retrieved another barf bag from under the podium. "And THIS one goes to Samey!"

He laughed maniacally as both girls were tossed their symbols of immunity, a variety of shocked expressions throughout the team. Even Team Radioactive had been watching the ceremony with baited breath and were surprised by the outcome.

"So, both of us are safe?" Sammy asked for clarification.

"Yup! The votes were a tie, and since we're running low on time as it is I decided to just let you both stay."

Amy clenched her fist, crushing a bunch of peanuts in the process. "But what about when you said we were due for a double elimination! Why even hold a vote in the first place?"

"Eh, I thought it would be funny." He shrugged. "I can just do the double another day. Now get to scooting, Team Radioactive has to say their goodbyes and junk."

Tensions were obviously still riding high, so for a moment nobody moved. Both twins were relieved to still be safe, but Amy quickly let frustration settle in. Sugar and Dave were just confused, unsure how the vote was a tie to begin with. Jasmine was the first to act, letting out a deep breath she didn't even realize she was holding in and moving towards economy class. The others begrudgingly followed, though at the back of the pack Sammy briefly stopped Beardo.

"Thank you," she whispered, giving him a warm smile. "Seriously, thank you."

"D-don't mention it," he mumbled, gulping as he looked ahead at the rest of the team. "Like, for real. Please don't."

Once those two were gone, the spotlight was finally back on Team Radioactive. Specifically B, who had a parachute thrust into his arms by Chef.

"Silent B! What can I say, man, I had a feeling the singing rule might take you out, but props on figuring out a loophole to last you a bit." Chris tossed the guy his device, which has finally had time to air out. "We fished this thing out of the water in case you wanted to keep it."

B nodded appreciatively, pocketing the device before turning to face his team. Lightning and Anne Maria were the first to approach, neither looking too broken up but they still offered their sympathetic grimaces.

"Sorry ya had to go out like this, big guy," the jersey girl said, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. "You pretty cool for a geeky guy, ya know?"

"Sha-bummer," Lightning added, thumping a fist against his chest. "You helped us a bunch this season, bro. Respect."

They moved aside to allow the others a chance at parting words. Dawn immediately moved in for a hug while Brick saluted his silent teammate.

"It was an honor fighting alongside you," said the cadet. "You'll be missed."

"Best of luck out there, my friend," Dawn added. "I'm certain the universe will reward your brilliant mind sooner rather than later."

B smiled, appreciative of the wave of support. But his expression turned to one of a raised eyebrow when his final teammate approached.

"Ok, I get it, I know how this must look." Scott rubbed the back of his head, genuinely looking apologetic. "But you gotta believe me man, I did NOT do it. You've pretty much been the MVP of the team so far, I-"

Suddenly, the silent genius held up a hand and shook his head.

"He believes you," Dawn said, smiling. "And believe me, with as much reservations as he had at the start of the season to give you another chance, that's REALLY saying something."

B nodded in agreement, smirking through the disappointment of elimination. He offered a fist bump that the dirt farmer was ultimately glad to return. With everyone now having their chance to speak to him, he gave one last silent finger pistol towards his team before walking to the open hatch.

"B my dude, anything you wanna say before ya go?" Chris asked, eyebrow raised. "You know, anything to say in general?"

Considering that this would be his last chance to speak in the competition baring any potential return, B paused to seriously consider it. What more memorable way to leave the game than by uttering his very first sentence on TV? So, after clearing his throat, he turned around and opened his mouth to speak... only for the Boot of Shame to come immediately swinging down. He fell to the ground below, yelling in his deep baritone.

"Ah come on, isn't that literally how you eliminated him last time?" Anne Maria asked.

"It it ain't broke, don't fix it." Chris laughed shooing the team away so that he could do his outro. "And that's one team down their smartest member. It's gotta suck, but at least he stopped them from losing two people, eh?"

"What do you think he was about to say before you hit em with the boot?" Chef asked. "I bet he was about to spill the beans about Staci secretly still being on the plane."

"Dude, don't even joke about that." Chris shivered. "Even joking about the Zeke incident gives me the willies."

A transition moved the two to the cockpit, where Chris could resume his usual spiel.

"Now that they're one B less, can Team Radioactive bounce back from this loss? Will Amy and Sugar get a dose of karma for all their meddling? Has Beardo been successfully flipped to Samey and Jasmine's favor, or will he be consumed by the dark side once more? And just who will be the next one to get kicked out of my jet? Well you'll just have to tune in next time to find out! Right here, on TOTAL... DRAMA... BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS!"

Voting Confessionals:

Amy cackled with delight as she stamped her sister's passport. "Too bad so sad, Sparemy. Don't worry about us, if we lose again then your dumb tall friend is right behind you. See you never!"

Beardo was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating as he looked between Amy and Sammy's passports. He imitated the sound of a nuclear siren, inwardly conflicted. Finally he closed his eyes and brought the stamp down on Amy's passport. "Hoooly crap, I hope Sugar doesn't get too mad about this."

"Hey, I'm a man of my word." Dave shrugged and stamped Sammy's passport with no hesitation. "Heck, if anything I'm happy. You seen the googoo eyes her and Cody have been giving each other? What's up with that, they hardly even know each other."

Jasmine glared at Amy's passport with absolute hate before stamping it. "It's futile, I know. But like hell I'll vote for anyone else other than you."

"Please please please, let's hope Cody and Trent pulled it off." Sammy gave her sister's passport a stamp. "I am SO ready to beat her in a tie breaker. I know I can do it. Can't let her win. I won't."

Sugar laughed to herself as she stamped Sammy's passport a few times with glee. "Two turkeys down, one to go! I already Sugar'd Jasmine last time I played, but maybe she'll get lucky and we'll keep winning after this. Then I can Sugar her again at the merge!"

Votes for Amy: 3 (Beardo, Jasmine, Sammy)

Votes for Sammy: 3 (Amy, Dave, Sugar)

Votes void, B disqualified due to not singing.

After the Boot of Shame:

As B continued to plummet to the Earth below, he had retrieved the former singing device from his pocket and was tinkering on it with a screw driver. A few adjustments here, and the crossing of a wire there, and suddenly the thing beeped back to life. Satisfied, he deployed his parachute and looked towards the camera. For the briefest of moments he considered speaking directly to the screen, but instead opted for the now fixed device.

"SO, THAT WAS TOTALLY BOGUS," the device's sound system blared out while B typed on it furiously. "I MEAN I GET IT, I DIDN'T SING, BUT IN MY DEFENSE I WAS SABOTAGED. AMY AND SUGAR NOT SO SUBTLY MADE THAT MUCH CLEAR DURING THE SONG. WHY EVEN MESS WITH SOMEONE NOT ON THEIR TEAM, ANYWAY? WHAT A BUNCH OF NO GOOD BIT-"

Suddenly he was cut off as his parachute snagged on the gutter of a Colombian house. Taken by surprise, his grip on the device was loose and it shattered on the ground below him like a pinata. Looking down at his destroyed invention, he sighed in defeat.

Remaining Contestants:

Team Old School: Beth, Cody, Courtney, DJ, Leshawna, Trent

Team Radioactive: Anne Maria, Brick, Dawn, Lightning, Scott

Team Explosive: Amy, Beardo, Dave, Jasmine, Sammy, Sugar

Elimination Order:

18th: B

19th: Shawn

20th: Dakota

21st: Rodney

22nd: Harold

23rd: Izzy

24th: Staci

Author's Note:

And Act 2 finally begins! Took a bit longer to get this chapter out than I liked. Obviously I missed my mark to try and get an update out on 6/9 so that I could go "Haha, funny number," but I do at least get to start the month off strong with an update. So it could have been worse. Turns out I actually meant 6/29 all along!

So I feel like this was kind of an awkwardly paced chapter, but it's mostly to start getting things in place for the next few coming up. I know Team Old School kind of took a backseat this chapter in particular, but the big focus this time was the Amy/Sugar shenanigans. The intention is to start really putting more storylines on display in the next few. Which brings me to the elimination caused by the villainous meddling, B. A few reviewers already predicted this and... yeah, it was always my intention to eliminate B via the mandatory singing rule. He had his loophole that let him participate in songs, but it was obviously a loophole that could be tampered with. So yeah, not the most unpredictable elimination, especially since the tampering happens earlier in the chapter, but I felt it a necessary one and I included the fake out ceremony with Team Explosive to make up for it. I do like B, probably more than most. He's a cool dude. But he just really doesn't lend himself well to a written medium. Not unless you can show off his inner thoughts, but because this is a 3rd person story he just lacks versatility. Would like seeing him in a new season, but in fan fic he just can't thrive as much as others.

This chapter we hit up South America for the first time with Colombia, probably not the most predictable of countries which is good for keeping you guys on your toes. I picked out the country ahead of time, and went with Guatape specifically when looking over landmarks that could work well for a challenge. The huge rock not only worked well for challenge inspiration, but also song inspiration. The parody was of Danger Zone, a song associated with Top Gun and thus the fighter jets featured in the movie. It wasn't hard to make the hang gliders to fighter jet connection when doing the music video. As for next chapter? Well if you can believe it, we're actually staying in the Americas! So make of that what you will.

I don't want to get too long winded with this author's note, so I'll kinda leave it there. I know some characters have still yet to get a big spotlight like others, but I'm hoping to fix that very soon. I'm excited for the events of this act of the story, and things are only going to heat up from here. Also, big thanks for helping us crack 100 reviews on the story and over 50 favorites and follows! I really appreciate the support and hope you all enjoy the ride.