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"Last time on Total Drama Island: We visited our favorite losers at Playa Des Losers. We learned how the losers were enjoying themselves, and what they thought of the final five. We learned Harold and LeShawna had started a new romance, as well as Owen and Izzy. We also learned Trent is holding a serious grudge against Noah. At the end of the night, the campers were asked to vote someone off in the final five, and it was our favorite bad boy Duncan. We're down to four and are at the quarter-finals. Who will be voted off this week? Find out on this nail-biting episode of Total, Drama, Island!"

*** Intro ***

Chris was still standing on the dock, just as he had been when he did the recap. However, he now held an umbrella as it was pouring rain.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," Chris exclaimed, as it continued to storm. "We've prepared a very bizarre challenge for our campers today that's chock full of surprises. For instance, take this weather. Rain isn't an easy thing to control, let me tell ya. Still, we figured our final four campers were getting off way too easy, so we pulled some strings and voila."

A bolt of lightning struck behind Chris, causing the host to yelp and drop his umbrella. Meanwhile, the final four were gathered at the cabins, where it was raining just as hard. Noah sat on the stairs of the cabin, reading, with Gwen, while Bridgette and Tyler were playing cards on the steps of the other cabin, Mr. Fuzzy Ears was lying in Bridgette's lap. Chris turned on the speakers and the campers all looked up to see what the host had to say.

"Listen up, campers! One of the most grueling disappointing things in any summer camp experience is the dreaded rain day. That's where all activities with even a slight chance of being fun are canceled, in favor of the excruciatingly boring craft tent. And guess what the forecast for tomorrow is? Rain, rain, rain, and more rain, followed by...rain."

"Gee, I wonder if it's gonna rain tomorrow," Noah grumbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"I'll see the four of you in the craft tent tomorrow at 0700 hours!"

When Chris was done speaking, Noah sighed, looking away from his book. He glanced over at Bridgette and Tyler, who was shuffling the deck of cards.

"So, sucks about Duncan, doesn't it?" Noah said, "I mean, he was the swing vote. Any vote now will be tied unless we have team challenges"

"I guess," Tyler said, "Got any fours?"

"Yup," Bridgette smiled, handing Tyler a card, then turned to Noah. "Still kinda sucks getting voted off like that. So close to the end and he just gets kicked off without even a chance."

Gwen shrugged. "Knowing Chris, it was probably his idea. Not like it matters much anyway, he'd probably team up with you or me. Then regardless of who he'd pick he'd get kicked off at third if he didn't win immunity. We all want to make the finals, and it's him or us."

Tyler nodded and smiled. "Agreed, no hard feelings right?"

"Same to you," Noah smirked.

Lightning struck nearby, making Bridgette and Tyler jump back in fear. Noah simply raised a surprised eyebrow. "Anyway, I think I'm going to sleep," the bookworm said, standing up, "and Chris wants us up early, and it's not like there's much we can do anyway." He kissed Gwen's cheek, making a small smile appear on her face. "Night."

"A good long sleep during a rainy day sounds nice." Gwen yawned, getting up as well. "See you tomorrow."

"Same," Bridgette smiled, "I'm pretty beat, anyway."

"I'll go to bed in just a bit," Tyler said, giving a wave. "I'm just gonna go use the confessional real quick."

"Don't be too long, you don't want to catch a cold," Bridgette called out as the jock continued walking. Since Duncan eliminated the four each got a separate cabin for themselves. Well, the boys did, the girls still shared a cabin as Bridgette didn't want to be alone. "Night everyone."

*** Confessional Tyler ***

"Final Four!" Tyler smiled and pumped his fists with joy. "I'm still in the game! Whoo!" As he talked, a lightning bolt struck a nearby tree, causing it to fall directly in front of the confessional door, effectively barricading Tyler inside. "WHOA, that was a big one!" Tyler shivered at the loud sound.

"Anyway I'm so close I can taste it. I'm going to win it! You listening Coach?" Tyler pounded his chest a little too hard causing him to cough. After a short pause, Tyler grabbed the handle and tried to open the confessional door, only for it to barely budge. He raised an eyebrow and pushed harder, but the door still wouldn't open. "Uh, hello? Anyone?!" Tyler began knocking on the door and even tried slamming his body against the door as a last resort, but the door still didn't move and he ended up falling in the toilet. He sighed and pouted at the camera. "Guess I'm staying here tonight." Tyler looked around fidgeting as he tried to find a place that was somewhat comfy enough to sleep. "This sucks,"

*** The Next Morning ***

The intense amount of rain had caused a slight flood to plague Wawanaka. Various logs and small buildings floated along through the flood. Elsewhere at the Mess Hall, Chef was ringing a bell to signify breakfast, Chris approached him looking around curiously.

"Chef. You seen the campers anywhere?"

"No." The large man held up a pot of green potatoes. "I even peeled a whole bag of rotten spuds for them. You seen them?"

"Nope, can't find them either," the host replied, tapping his chin in thought. "Come to think of it... I can't even find their cabins!"

The camera perspective switched to show that the cabins were, indeed, missing. All that remained were some pieces of concrete. Elsewhere, somewhere in a body of water both Bridgette's and Gwen's bed was floating along, with both cabins floating in the water nearby. Noah emerged from his cabin, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He had only just noticed his surroundings when he stepped off the deck and fell into the water. Bridgette and Gwen were started awake and rolled into the water as well.

"The crap?" Gwen looked around, perplexed. "How did we get out here?"

"Did it seriously storm hard enough to flood us?" Noah asked, looking at floating debris

"We're lost at sea," Bridgette whimpered as a shark fin shot right by her, quickly changing her expression into a panicked one. She jolted out of the water and back on to the cabin as fast she could while Noah and Gwen quickly swam over and made it to the deck just as a shark attempted to bite Gwen's leg. The three campers safety leaned against the cabin, gasping for air as they could only watch as the sharks ate at the wood of their beds, sending them sinking into the water.

"Wait a sec," Noah went wide-eyed. "Tyler bunks with me. Why isn't he here?"

Bridgette and Gwen went pale at the realization. "You think Tyler's okay?"

*** Confessional Tyler ***

The happy jock was curled up on the toilet seat, uncomfortably mumbling something about something in his sleep. Suddenly, a bird flew into the side of the building, falling into the water where it was quickly pulled under by a tentacle. Tyler stirred and looked around the top of the outhouse as he rubbed his eyes.

"Morning already? Wonder if the door finally works." He poked at the door, causing it to open a bit. His tired expression quickly turned excited and pumped his fist. "WHOA!"

Outside, Tyler could be seen opening the confessional door, only to see nothing but water around screamed in shock and quickly shut the door again, sitting back down on the toilet.

"Lost at sea? Seriously?!" Tyler groaned. "I'm lost and alone!?"

*** With the others ***

Bridgette was currently struggling to breathe as her mind was going on every possible bad thing that could happen to Tyler.

"Bridgette... I'm sure he's okay." Gwen said, trying to be optimistic, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, while rubbing her back. After a few short breaths, Bridgette looked up at Gwen and smiled at her.

"Y-you're right," Bridgette smiled, picking up Fuzzy Ears.

Noah peered out into the distance, eventually gasping and motioning for the others to join him. "Yeah, I think I see an Island up ahead." The bookworm pointed a finger in front of them, where a small Island was fast approaching as the cabin drifted toward the heavy forests and deserted looking Island.

"Seriously?" Bridgette looked out with hope. "Is that camp?"

"I don't think so, can't see the cliff or anything," Gwen replied, "I betcha Tyler ended up there."

The scene flashed forward as the trio landed on the Island, the cabin resting awkwardly on the shore in a tilt. Bridgette and Gwen quickly took to calling out Tyler's name.

"Okay is anyone else a little freak-out about this deserted island?" Bridgette shivered at ever nearby noise.

"Relax," Noah replied, patting her back. "This is a lame set with fake cheesy props." He inspected a rock, giving it a small kick to confirm it wasn't a prop. He narrowed his eyes and continued looking around the beach.

"Once we find Tyler we should stay together," Bridgette replied, "They sent a rescue team to look for us once Chris realized we were missing."

*** Confessional Chris ***

The host is frowning with his arms crossed."Just to set a record straight my sets aren't cheesy. I lost three Interns setting everything up. And about a rescue team..Nope they're on there own."

*** Confessional Noah ***

"Well trapped on Island with two girls," Noah smirked, then frowned. "Hopefully they won't kill me with nagging."

*** Confessional Bridgette ***

"So I thought back to the first time I got lost. I have to keep things calm."

*** Desert Island ***

The Goth smiled at Bridgette as she looked through her bag. "Good thing we have someone with first aid training."

"Thanks," Bridgette smiled and took the time to look through her bag checking on her medical supplies. "Hmm... everything looks good." She turned to Gwen. "Staying out in the open would be good," she suggested, "We should probably make a fire or something that can be seen in the air."

"I disagree," Gwen put a hand on her hip. "I say we build a raft and try to sail back to camp."

"No, we need to stay put. The beach is wide open. We have no idea where we are. We can end up getting more lost."

"Were stranded on a deserted Island and WE'll die if we don't build a raft!"

"If we're stranded then the Network will obviously send a rescue team,"

"The network might not send a rescue team," Gwen signed. "and if they did it will take them days or maybe weeks to find us. They're not the brightest bunch."

*** Confessional Chris and Chef ***

"Yeah, gonna pretend that I didn't hear that," the host said slowly with an annoyed tone and glare pointed at the camera. Chef grumbled in agreement and nodded.

*** Deserted Island ***

"We need to stay put!"

"Build a raft."

"Stay put!" Bridgette shouted back, "But regardless we need to find Tyler first."

"Build a raft!" Gwen turned to Noah, "Noah you're with me?"

Noah noticed her but was looking around at his surroundings, rubbing his chin curiously. "Something doesn't make sense," he said, getting the attention of Gwen and Bridgette.

"What doesn't make sense?" Gwen asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Come on, this is just a lame challenge," Noah replied

"What makes you think that?" Bridgette asked.

"It's just all so convenient. Just think about it." Noah counted out points on his fingers as he listed them. "Chris told us we were gonna have a rain challenge today. That implies rain."

"And he did try to trick us before with that slasher challenge," Bridgette finished, eyes growing wide in realization. "This is just a challenge?" She took a breath of relief. "Thank God."

Gwen's expression changed to match the one Bridgette had, with an impressed smirk. "Huh, guess I gotta give you that. That makes a whole lot of sense. I guess we are getting punked."

*** Confessional Chris ***

The host facepalmed and groaned before glaring at the camera, visibly annoyed. "Ugh, I was hoping they wouldn't catch on so quickly. Noah has anyone told him he's too smart for his own good. We put a lot of work into this challenge. All that work for nothing."

*** At the Mess Hall ***

Chris shrugged as Chef continued holding his tub of potatoes. "Looks like craft day is canceled. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's eat!"

Chef's eyes went wide as he eyed Chris curiously. "You actually wanna eat this slop?"

Chris simply chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "As if. We got a breakfast bar back at our camp with our names on it."

"Cool."

Chef gave the host a thumbs up and began to chuckle. Chris also started to chuckle and playfully pushed Chef, Chef's smirk fell and he shot the host a glare before pushing him hard enough to knock him over.

*** Confessional Bridgette ***

"Figuring out that it was all just a challenge took away a lot of the stress." She patted her bunny who was sleeping on her lap. "For a second I thought Tyler was in danger and we're lost. I was having flashbacks to when I was little and challenge or not, we still have to find Tyler."

*** Confessional Gwen ***

"Note to self never sign up for any of these reality tv shows again."

*** Confessional Noah ***

"Truth be told, I wasn't 100% positive about it being a challenge, I was just going off a gut feeling. Also what kind of idiot doesn't property secure a cabin to the ground."

*** Deserted Island ***

Gwen was finishing crafting a wooden bow out of some sticks and string from the cabin, while Noah was sharpening a spear. Bridgette was packing a backpack with as many supplies as she could.

"Assuming this is some sort of survival challenge, we don't know how long it'll be before rescue, so we should gather as much food as we can. I suppose we can still stay in the cabin..."

As soon as Noah was about to finish talking, a large wave floated in and carried the cabin away. "... Or not."

"Well, before we do anything, I'll say we need to go find Tyler." Bridgette finished packing and picked up Fuzzy Ears. "Once we get him, we can worry about finding a way back."

"Agreed." Gwen added picking up her bow."The sooner we have everyone here, the sooner we can get this stupid challenge over. I'd rather not be stuck here for ages."

"Hey, maybe finding Tyler is the challenge?" Noah suggested.

The trio nodded and walked off towards the forest. They continued walking until they came to a stop and looked up with a grin. "Huh, what are the odds of finding this?" Bridgette smiled, above them was a large wooden treehouse close to the beach, with a wooden ladder leading up to the deck.

*** Confessional Tyler ***

Meanwhile, Tyler sat on the toilet, looking down sadly twiddling his thumbs and finishing up a story. "And after that. I wanted to become a comedian, but after being embarrassed like that. I never wanted to be a comedian again."

After a short pause, Tyler chuckled and looked around at his surroundings. "Wow, this confessional really makes me want to confess stuff. I feel a little be-"

Suddenly, the jock was sent hurtling out of the confessional when it beached on to the deserted island. He coughed up a mouthful of sand and dusted himself off. "Huh..." Tyler cut himself on when he finally realized that he was currently standing upon land, his jaw dropped and he quickly formed a grin as he looked around. "I'm back at camp!"

Tyler jumped into the air and cheered before quickly running into the forest. His journey was incredibly short because as soon as he ran into the forest, he came face to face with a huge dinosaur skull. His joy turned to terror and he let out a scream before quickly running back to the confessional and shutting the door behind him.

*** Confessional; Chris ***

The host had a smug grin as he lightly chuckled to himself. "The T-Rex skull was my idea. Did you see the look on his face?" Wipes away a tear from his face. "THAT was worth every intern."

*** Deserted Island ***

"Well, this will certainly come in handy," Gwen said while scanning the treehouse before them.

"This is pretty high, we can see pretty far." Bridgette joined her and was standing on the deck while Noah went to open the door. Once he opened it, he was greeted by a skeleton in the doorframe, hanging by wires. Unamused, he yanked it down.

"Wow, a cheap Dollar Store Halloween decoration," he said in a bored tone as Gwen and Bridgette turned to him. "Gee, Chris certainly spared no expense?"

*** Confessional Chris ***

"Yeah, that Skeleton was from my mom, thank you very much." The host folded his arms and pouted. "I put a lot of planning into this. Give me something else."

*** Deserted Island ***

"If this doesn't confirm that it's just a setup by Chris," Noah said as he tossed the skeleton off the rail. "He was trying to scare us." Bridgette and Gwen walked over to Noah. "Don't you see this is clearly another survivor challenge. You can't scare me, Chris."

"Then you wanna explain THAT!" Bridgette asked and pointed at the same dinosaur skull Tyler had previously encountered. Noah raised his eyebrow as he noticed the skull.

"Huh, didn't expect that," Noah mumbled.

"So? Still think this is just a challenge?" Gwen replied.

"That skull is just a prop." He shrugged and entered the treehouse.

Meanwhile, Tyler poked his head out of the confessional to look around. His appearance had become much more disheveled, with his hair wildly, bags forming from his eyes, and know strangely looking like Tom Hanks from the film Cast Away.

"Just gotta stay here and wait for them to send help." He shakily exited the outhouse and scanned the area. Looking up at the trees, Tyler noticed various tropical fruits, from coconuts to pineapples. "Food!" He grinned and quickly took off towards the nearest tree.

*** Confessional; Chef ***

"Can someone please explain to me why there are palm trees and coconuts up in here?" Chef barked as the camera zoomed out to reveal Chris. "They were leftover props from Jurassic Park 6; Jurassic World Part 3."

Chris answered, getting a surprised reaction from Chef. "What? Leftover props are cheaper."

*** Deserted Island ***

Tyler sat leaning against a tree, littering everything was coconut shells and banana peels, he was chucking to himself.

"It's been a grueling nine minutes of isolation. What a human mind is right for cracking. You know what I'm talking about right Mr. Coconut?"

In front of Tyler was a coconut. A crude face had been drawn on one side of it. Tyler chuckling turned into a deranged laugh as he hugged it. "It's just you and me now, we'll get through this together." Tyler jumped, he scanned the area, before grinning at Mr. Coconut. "It's time to hunt!"

In another part of the Island, the other campers had settled into the treehouse, unpacking their supplies and were mapping out a game plan. "There's no telling how long this challenge will take, so we'll need to gather some food," Gwen observed. There were two bunk beds on different sides of the shelter. "There are enough beds for all of us, so shelter isn't a problem anymore."

"I'm good on medicine," Bridgette was lying on a bed, Fuzzy Ears sitting on the bed, while she did a double-take through her first aid kit.

"We should go looking for food while the sun is still up," Noah pointed out, "Plus we should try to find Tyler."

"Agreed," Gwen took a step forward. "Let's get out there and find him. We'll split up and each go a different direction to cover more ground."

"Also if you find any fruit or berries you aren't sure what it is." Bridgette added, "Bring it back and ask me."

"We can meet back here in 20 minutes or so," Noah added, nodding. "If we're going with how lazy Chris is, Tyler should be close by."

"Don't worry," Gwen smiled at Bridgette. "You know Tyler can handle himself. Plus, it's not like there's anything dangerous on the Island.

As if on cue, a deafening roar echoed through the Island, shocking everyone inside of the treehouse. Gwen sighed. "Me and my big mouth.

"Relax, it's just Chris trying to scare us," Noah suggested eyes still bulging.

Elsewhere, the source of the roar was revealed to be not from a beast, but from Chef, who was blowing through a shell. "Brunch is served." Chef and Chris were standing in front on a buffet table

Chris rubbed his stomach with a smile looking over the large buffet. "You've outdone yourself, Chef my man."

Chef grinned and gave another blow, sending out a monstrous roar echoing the Island once again. Bridgette, walking along, appeared to be very nervous and on edge.

"I hope Noah was right about this being a challenge and that Tyler is okay." While she continued walking, Bridgette heard a rustling coming from a nearby shrub. Bridgette froze and began to walk away slowly only to step on a twig. Creating whatever it was to emerge from the shrub, however, it was not an animal and was instead human. Bridgette's feared expression turned into relief.

"Tyler! You're alive!" Bridgette's eyes went wide, "I was so worried! And don't scare me like that."

The jock turned to Bridgette's direction. He didn't respond and instead continued staring at Bridgette curiously. The surfer in question raised an eyebrow and was a little freak-out. "Tyler, you're freaking me out."

Still saying nothing, Tyler began stepping forward, sniffing the air.

"Tyler," Bridgette said as she started to back away. "Say something!"

Tyler held up a coconut and looked at it. "Is it a mirage, Mr. Coconut?"

Visibly weirded out, Bridgette thought it best to put some difference between her and Tyler and continued stepping back. Tyler, meanwhile, was shaking the coconut.

"What's that Mr. Coconut?" Tyler said.

"Tyler?" Bridgette said,

After the last word, Tyler stared off into space with a bewildered expression. Finally, he shook his head and looked around puzzled. "Bridgette? Where are we?"

Bridgette breathed a sigh of relief, "In the middle of a challenge I think. We got flooded out of camp."

"Oh yeah, I remember that," Tyler scratched his head. "I remember sleeping in the confessional but nothing else."

"Well, it appeared you went a little stir crazy." Bridgette added before shrugging, "We found a treehouse and we went looking for you and food. Come on let's head back"

Elsewhere in the forest, Noah gathered a basket of fruits, berries, and nuts, "It ain't much but it should whole us off. If not we can simply have rabbit stew." Noah chuckled to himself, as he walked past a large nest with gigantic size eggs laying on it. The bookworm rolls his eyes as he carried on. "Nice try Chris. But, I will not fall for an obvious trap."

Meanwhile, back at Chris and Chef's camp, Chris played limbo while Chef banged on a drum in the background. "Ah, fun in the great outdoors." Chris continued going back and forth, leaning under the bar. "Great times."

Back at the beach of the deserted Island, Gwen was catching fish with a spear and tossing them in a bucket. "Easy...easy..." She whispered to herself as she readied her spear, and jabbed at the fish. "Caught you little pest." She pulled it off and tossed it in the bucket. After catching five, she decided to take her bucket and hope the others had more food and Tyler.

Arriving at the bottom of the ladder she smiled as Noah arrived with a basket of fruit. "Good hull there."

"Thanks, you too." Noah pointed at the bucket of fish.

"Thanks," Gwen blushed and looked down at the fish with a frown. "it was about the only good thing the old man taught me before ditching me."

"As I said screw him," Noah said here a smirk from the goth, "Anyway most of the berries here are harmless."

"That's good to know," Gwen smiled.

"Hey, everyone look who I found." The couple turned their heads towards the forest, to see Bridgette along with Tyler. The latter of whom rushed over to hug them.

"Tyler?" They both questioned.

"Guys it's you. We're all together again I shall never let go." The friendly jock smiled as the four campers were reunited when suddenly a giant purple python dropped right in front of them and gave a nasty glare. Tyler didn't miss a beat and his smile soon turned to a feared expression. "Except now. RUN!" The four quickly made their way up the ladder to the treehouse.

Meanwhile, at Chris and Chef's camp, the two men were enjoying a cup of coffee. Both seemed relaxed and without a care in the world.

"So Chef, how do you think our campers are doing on their deserted Island?" Chris asked before taking a sip of coffee.

"Anything could have happened to them by now," Chef replied with a smile, taking a sip before continuing "Eaten by bears. Fell off a cliff. Poisoned by a snake. Starved to death."

Chris' relaxed expression turns to concern. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm... maybe I should check the monitors and see what kind of footage we got."

"Chris, man, you are truly one dedicated host." Chef took the host in his arms and began rocking him like a baby and speaking in a soothing tone. "You're an inspiration."

"Thanks, dude," Chris said, smiling back. "It's what I do."

*** In the Treehouse ***

"And so," Gwen was sitting on the floor with everyone else, she was holding a fish in one hand and a knife in the other. "Now you're going to take your knife and slice him right up the belly." This causes everyone else to nearly hurl.

"You want me to stop?" Gwen turned to Noah who was a shade of green.

"No, I'm good." He struggled to say.

"Okay remember you don't want to cut too deep into its guts or the blood will just squirt all your face." This time it did cause everyone else to hurl.

"Okay, I'll just work on the fish myself." Gwen offered.

The awkward quietness continued for a short while, no one knowing what to do or say to pass the time. Eventually, Noah broke the silence with a very long groan.

"This is torture! How long will it be until they come and get us."

Another short silence followed, with everyone trying to think of something to do. Eventually, Tyler snapped his fingers and cleared his throat.

"I think I might have a good idea. We should all confess our sins."

The others looked at Tyler, raising their eyebrows.

"Uh... Does this sound like a church to you?" Noah asked, perplexed.

"I'm serious, we should confess stuff," Tyler continued. "When I was stuck in the confessional and felt great."

Bridgette, Gwen, and Noah exchanged unsure glances with each other. Eventually, all three shrugged and nodded. Time passed, and by the time everyone was done, Gwen leaned against a wall, wide-eyed.

"Dang. Who knew I was dating such a bad boy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Noah.

"Yeah, I know," he replied quietly with a nod before narrowing his eyes at Bridgette. "But that's nothing compared to what Little Miss Nice Girl did."

Bridgette grimaced and looked at the ground sadly petting her bunny. "Not a day goes by where I don't think about it. Still, it doesn't hold a candle to what Tyler did."

Tyler frowned and looked away. "I was young and foolish. I'll admit there's no good excuse. But at least it wasn't anything like what Gwen did."

Gwen didn't respond and avoided eye contact in shame.

"Hey," Noah nudged her, "It doesn't change anything about what I think of you."

"Really?"

"I'd be stupid to let something like that change something like this."

"Same to you," Gwen smiled, "It will take more than that to keep me away."

"Oh no," Noah smirk playfully, Bridgette and Tyler smile at the two.

"Feels good to clear the air and get all that off your chest?" Tyler smiled and leaned back in the bed. A spider slowly slid down on its web and landed on his nose. "Ewww spider!" Tyler jumped out of his bed and ran outside. The three looked at each other until Tyler called them.

"Hey guys," Tyler noticed something off in the distance. Not too far away in another part of the forest, the unmistakable sight of smoke rising a fire could be seen. "We have company." The other three teens quickly took notice as well and all had varying degrees of disbelief.

"There were people here this whole time?" Gwen grunted in frustration.

"A rescue team?" Bridgette suggested in a hopeful tone.

"Or a trick," Noah replied.

"I know how we can find out," Tyler smiled, the camera switched over and soon the other teens, along with Fuzzy Ears were wearing war paint and holding spears.

"I'm not sure about this," Gwen looked down.

"What we can jump on them before they get us." Tyler smiled.

"There's only one problem," Noah pointed down below, where the python was still hissing."Our friend still hasn't left."

"Oh him," Tyler blew a raspberry and threw Mr. Coconut on its head knocking it cold, everyone glared at the jock.

"Why didn't you do that hours ago?" Gwen snarled.

"And what," Tyler smiled, "Miss all our bonding?" He chuckled and quickly took off towards the fire letting out a battle cry.

The four campers quietly sneaked up to the camp Chris and Chef had been relaxing, running into the camp while yelling and chanting intimidating while holding spears. Chef jumped into the host in fear.

Chris, however, only smiled at the teens. "Oh hi guys, about time you showed up." Chef jumped out of Chris' arms looking embarrassed.

"It's another trick," Tyler was talking to Mr. Coconut, ``Chef raised an eyebrow.

"Why is he talking to a coconut?" Chef asked.

"It's not a trick, it's the hidden producer's camp," Chris answered with a frustrated tone. "Or was a secret until now."

"Wait?" Gwen glared, "You mean while were shipwrecked you two were just a few yards away basking in luxury?"

"Sure did!" Chris smiled, sharing a laugh with Chef before high-fiving. Suddenly, thunder roared above and began to pour rain.

"Can we stay in your trailer with you?" Bridgette asked, getting soaked.

"Sorry, I would, but the trailer only has room for six." The host smiled at them and began to shut the door. "See you all tonight!" He closed and locked the door behind him, leaving the campers to stand around soaking in the rain with no shelter

"I hate him," Noah snarled, glaring at the trailer. "I hate them both."

*** At the Bonfire Ceremony ***

Time passed and it turned to night. The rain had cleared up and the campers arrived for the elimination ceremony. Everyone took a seat on a stump, Bridgette was feeding Mr. Fuzzy Ears, and Tyler was still holding Mr. Coconut.

"Well..." Chris smiled as he suddenly approached the podium. "It's been a long and grueling day, campers. Frankly, Chef and I are worn out. I hope you've learned to always make sure your cabins are securely fastened to the ground."

"No duh." Noah rolled his eyes.

Chris ignored Noah, "And secondly spending too much time confident alone is bad for your mental health." He was cut off by Tyler laughing.

"That's a good one Mr. Coconut."

"Which brings us to let," Chris held up a platter of four tasty treats. "another bonfire ceremony!"

"Chris...there four marshmallows," Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Noah, there are indeed four marshmallows," Chris tossed a marshmallow at the bookworm."Also, Gwen, Bridgette, AND Tyler!"

Marshmallows were tossed to everyone causing all three campers to look around in confession, all but Tyler who looked frightened.

"Wait you don't mean?" Tyler gasped, looking at Mr. Coconut.

"Great," Noah sighed, "a filler episode."

Chris approached Tyler and grabbed the coconut from him and tossed it to the docks, while Tyler was crying.

Once Chris left, they were about to leave as Gwen quickly stopped them. "By the way. All the stuff we confessed? Keep it to yourselves."

"Oh yeah," Noah replied, while Tyler nodded.

"Agreed," Bridgette added.

Remaining Campers: Gwen, Bridgette, Tyler, Noah.

5th Place: Duncan

6th Place: Heather

7th Place: Izzy

8th Place: Katie

9th Place: Ezekiel

10th Place: Cody

11th Place: Geoff

12th Place: Trent

13th Place: Eva

14th Place: Lindsay

15th Place: DJ

16th Place: Owen

17th Place: Beth

Trent (Returned)

Duncan (Returned)

18th Place: Sadie

19th Place: LeShawna

20th Place: Justin

21st Place: Harold

22nd Place: Courtney