Total Drama (2007–2014): Season 1, Episode 10 - If You Can't Take the Heat... - full transcript

CHRIS: LAST TIME ON

TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.

OUR COMPETITORS BECAME

HUNTERS AND THE HUNTED.

OWEN'S GAME WAS WAY OFF

AND WHEN HE FINALLY

CAUGHT WIND

OF HIS PREY,

HE TOTALLY BLEW IT.

AND CODY MADE A NEW FRIEND,

WHO QUICKLY BEAT



THE CRAP OUT OF HIM.

CAN ANYONE SAY MEDEVAC?

IN A WEIRD AND STRANGELY

WATCHABLE TWIST, LESHAWNA,

LINDSAY, BETH, AND HEATHER

TURN THEIR PAINTBALL GUNS

ON EACH OTHER.

IT WAS A FULL ON WRESTLE

FOR DOMINANCE

WITHIN THE FEMALES

OF THE GOPHER SQUAD.

AND THE GOPHERS

WERE SENT TO THE BONFIRE.

IN THE END, HOWEVER, IT WAS



CODY WHO GOT THE SHOT.

THE GOPHERS ARE STILL

THE UNDERDOGS.

CAN THEY BOUNCE BACK,

OR IS THEIR GOOSE

FINALLY COOKED?

FIND OUT TONIGHT ON

TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.

CHORUS: ♪ DEAR MOM AND DAD,

I'M DOING FINE ♪

♪ YOU GUYS ARE ON MY MIND ♪

♪ YOU ASKED ME

WHAT I WANTED TO BE ♪

♪ AND NOW I THINK THE ANSWER

IS PLAIN TO SEE ♪

♪ I WANT TO BE FAMOUS ♪

♪ I WANT TO LIVE CLOSE

TO THE SUN ♪

♪ WELL PACK YOUR BAGS

CAUSE I'VE ALREADY WON ♪

♪ EVERYTHING TO PROVE

NOTHING IN MY WAY ♪

♪ I'LL GET THERE ONE DAY ♪

♪ 'CAUSE I WANT TO BE FAMOUS ♪

♪ NANA NA'NA NAANA NANA NANA

NA NANA NANA NA ♪

♪ I WANT TO BE, I WANT TO BE,

I WANT TO BE FAMOUS ♪

♪ I WANT TO BE, I WANT TO BE,

I WANT TO BE FAMOUS ♪

(WHISTLING

I WANT TO BE FAMOUS)

(SNORING)

HELLO.

AAH!

NOT COOL, HAROLD MAN.

NOT COOL.

THOSE AREN'T MINE.

OH, RIGHT.

YOU'RE ALWAYS LEAVING

YOUR GITCH LYING AROUND.

NO, I'M NOT. GOSH.

HUH. YEAH, YOU ARE, DUDE.

YOU HAVE LIKE,

ABSOLUTELY NO PROOF.

NO ONE ELSE WEARS

THAT KIND, DUDE.

AND YOUR MOM SEWED

YOUR NAME ONTO THE LABEL.

WHATEVER.

I'M GOING FOR A SHOWER.

HEY, DON'T FORGET

TO CLEAN THE SKID MAKER.

I THINK HAROLD NEEDS

TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON, BOYS.

WHO'S WITH ME?

ALL: YEAH!

TODAY'S CHALLENGE WILL TEST

YOUR MINDS, YOUR TEAMWORK,

AND YOUR SKILLS

IN THE KITCHEN.

YOU'LL BE COOKING

A THREE-COURSE MEAL

AND SERVING IT TO ME

FOR TASTING.

THE WINNERS GET A REWARD.

THE LOSERS WILL SEND

SOMEBODY HOME.

EACH TEAM WILL APPOINT

A HEAD CHEF

TO CREATE THE THEME OF THE MEAL

AND TO OVERSEE THE COOKING.

TO COOK,

YOU NEED INGREDIENTS.

EVERY MORNING,

A TRUCK BRINGS US FOOD.

TODAY'S TASK STARTS THERE.

(DOLPHIN SQUEAKS)

WE COULD DO A KILLER

ITALIAN THEME.

HELLO, HEAD CHEF.

SERIOUSLY?

THEN LET'S GET GRABBING.

HEAD CHEF, CALLED IT.

TRY NOT TO SCREW UP

THIS TIME, OKAY?

JUST IGNORE HER, GIRL.

I HAD TO TAKE

THE LEADERSHIP ROLE.

HELLO! WE'RE ON

A LOSING STREAK.

AND REALLY, EVERYONE ELSE

ON THE TEAM IS PRETTY USELESS.

SWEET. LET'S HIT THE ROAD.

LESHAWNA, MANGOES.

BETH, PINEAPPLES.

LINDSAY, MACADAMIAS.

TRENT, MOLASSES.

GWEN, TOMATOES.

OKAY. WE GOT, LIKE,

THREE COURSES AND SIX PEOPLE.

SO EVERYBODY PARTNER UP.

I KNOW HOW TO MAKE PASTA SAUCE.

I KNOW HOW TO BOIL PASTA.

ME AND SADIE CAN ROCK

THE ANTIPASTO.

I'M LIKE A BLACK BELT

WHEN IT COMES TO CUTTING CHEESE.

(ALL LAUGH)

-CHEESE.

-WHAT?

WHAT?

I GUESS THAT LEAVES YOU

AND ME ON DESSERT DETAIL.

OH, NO.

NO WAY.

COME ON, COURTNEY,

FOR THE TEAM.

HE'S TOTALLY UNMOTIVATED.

AND HE NEVER WASHES HIS HANDS.

HE'S SO OBNOXIOUS.

(VIDEO FAST FORWARDING)

OWNING SUNGLASSES DOESN'T

AUTOMATICALLY MAKE YOU COOL--

(VIDEO FAST-FORWARDS)

PEOPLE LIKE THAT

ARE SO ANNOYING.

I MEAN, HONESTLY,

WHO DOES THAT?

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME

STARTED ON HIS HAIR.

(GEOFF CHUCKLES)

UH, WHERE DO YOU WANT

THE WATER, BRID--OOPS!

HEY! SMOOTH MOVE, DORK-AHONTAS.

OH, BUMMER.

BETTER GO CHANGE, DUDE.

(SNICKERING)

HEATHER: GWEN, LINDSAY,

YOU'RE ON THE CITRUS MACADAMIA

UPSIDE-DOWN-CAKE FLAMBE.

KNOW HOW TO MAKE AN

UPSIDE-DOWN FLAMER THINGY?

UGH!

WHOA!

WHOA! WHOA!

AAH!

GO BACK TO THE TRUCK

AND GET MORE ORANGES.

I'M ON IT.

TRENT, YOU AND OWEN

ARE ON RIBS.

LESHAWNA AND BETH,

YOU'RE ON PINEAPPLE SKEWERS

AND MANGO DIP.

GIRL, LET ME HANDLE

THE APPETIZERS.

I KNOW HOW TO MAKE

A PINEAPPLE CHUTNEY

THAT WOULD MELT

THE SOCKS OFF THE DEVIL.

OH, REALLY?

WELL, THAT'S SO GREAT.

BUT SINCE I'M HEAD CHEF,

WE'RE GONNA STICK TO MY PLAN.

AND MY PLAN IS PINEAPPLES

WITH STICKS THROUGH THEM.

GOT IT?

SHIRT, SHIRT, SHIRT.

LOOKS LIKE

IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE.

(PANTING)

OH!

(HORNETS BUZZING)

NO! OW! OOH!

AAH! AAH!

(GEOFF WHISTLES)

I THINK HE DIGS YOU.

MAYBE.

HE IS KIND OF CUTE.

YOU KNOW, YOU LOOK GOOD

WHEN YOU'RE COOKING DINNER,

KIND OF LIKE MY FRIEND

EVAN'S REALLY HOT MOM.

EXCUSE ME?

GEOFF.

WHY DON'T YOU GO GET US

SOME MORE TOMATOES, DUDE?

SURE THING, BUD.

LATER, BRIDG.

IT'S OKAY, EVERYONE.

I'M BACK.

(CHUCKLES)

TRENT, HEADS UP.

OOPS.

THINGS ARE GOING PERFECTLY,

EXCEPT FOR OWEN'S HORNET STINGS

AND TRENT'S CONCUSSION,

WHICH MEANS HE'S OUT

OF TODAY'S CHALLENGE.

BUT, STILL, THIS CHALLENGE

IS TOTALLY OURS.

CAREFUL YOUR BIG PAWS

DON'T MASH THE PASTRY.

CAREFUL YOUR UPTIGHT BUTT

DOESN'T CURDLE THE CUSTARD.

OH, HA HA HA.

-(DOOR OPENS)

-AAH!

OKAY, WHO TOOK ALL MY SHORTS?

(ALL LAUGH)

EEE.

THREE HOURS AND COUNTING,

GUYS.

THESE SLICES

ARE TOTALLY UNEVEN.

SWITCH PLACES WITH LESHAWNA.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

THEY LOOK FINE TO ME.

UM, I DIDN'T GET TO BE HEAD CHEF

BECAUSE OF POOR PRESENTATION.

NO, YOU GOT TO BE HEAD CHEF

BECAUSE YOU CALLED IT.

AND WHO YOU THINK

YOU'RE FOOLING

WITH THAT CRISPY-WHITE-APRON

POWER TRIP YOU ON?

HEATHER: ARE YOU GONNA BE

A TEAM PLAYER OR NOT?

OOH, I'M A TEAM PLAYER,

ALL RIGHT,

BUT I'M ALSO ALLERGIC

TO PINEAPPLES.

JUST GET SLICING.

NOW!

THANKS, GUYS.

OOH, TWO-FACED,

BOSSY LITTLE--ARGH.

YO, WHAT DO YOU RECOMMEND

I DO ABOUT THIS?

YO, I RECOMMEND YOU

SCRATCH AFTER WE WIN.

GET BACK TO WORK.

ARGH.

DUDE, YOU GOT TO PUT

SOME CLOTHES ON, MAN.

IT'S UNSANITARY TO COOK

IN SOMETHING THAT...SMALL.

SO GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS THEN.

HAROLD'S RIGHT, GUYS.

IF YOU GO TO THE CABIN,

YOU'LL FIND A CLEAN PAIR

OF UNDERWEAR

AND SHORTS WAITING.

(ALL LAUGH)

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.

(ALL LAUGH)

(SIZZLING)

MY BISCUITS ARE BURNING.

AAH.

IDIOTS.

WHAT'S WRONG?

UH, WE USED

ALL THE FLAMBE SYRUP,

BUT IT WON'T FLAMBE.

NOTHING HAPPENED

WHEN YOU LIT IT?

OH.

IT'S LIKE TALKING

TO AN EGGPLANT.

PAY ATTENTION, GIRLS.

THIS IS HOW YOU FLAMBE.

STEP ONE,

POUR THE FLAMBE LIQUID,

WHICH YOU DID MANAGE.

STEP TWO OF TWO, LIGHT IT.

(SNICKERS)

AAH!

MY EYEBROWS!

OWEN?

IS IT FINALLY LUNCHTIME?

NO.

GO GET MY MAKEUP BAG

FROM THE CABIN.

BUT THE BEES.

NOW!

LESHAWNA: EXCUSE ME.

I NEED A BATHROOM BREAK.

WELL, EVIDENTLY,

I NEED NEW EYEBROWS.

BUT WE DON'T ALWAYS GET

WHAT WE WANT, DO WE?

UGH. IT'S LIKE

I'M ON A TEAM OF MORONS.

OH, THAT IS IT.

SOMEONE'S GOT TO TEACH

THIS GIRL A LITTLE RESPECT.

NICE JAMMIES.

THIS IS ALL I'VE GOT LEFT.

SO IF YOU SICKOS WANT

TO SEE ME BUTT NAKED,

HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT.

WELL, STOP LEAVING YOUR BUTT

BAGS ALL OVER THE CABIN,

AND WE'LL BACK OFF.

I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME.

WELL, I TRIED.

HEY, GUYS, I MADE

SOME SANDWICHES.

WE CAN CHOW DOWN

WHILE WE WORK.

OH, SWEET.

I'M SERIOUSLY STARVING.

THIS TASTES LIKE

SWEAT AND LOTION.

IT'S PROBABLY THE WORST

SANDWICH EVER.

GROSS.

(ALL LAUGH)

WE'LL RETURN

ALL YOUR SHORTS AND PANTIES

WHEN YOU ADMIT YOUR GUILT, DUDE.

(HORNETS BUZZING)

(GASPS)

AAH!

OH, COME ON!

DON'T JUST STAND THERE.

GIVE IT.

VERBLE GERBIL FACE PACK.

HEY!

BETH.

GIVE ME.

LESHAWNA: IN THE FRIDGE.

OOPS.

NO!

(DOOR CLOSES)

HEY, YOU CAN'T DO THIS,

I'M HEAD CHEF!

DO YOU THINK HEATHER'S

REALLY MAD AT US?

I WILL DESTROY YOU!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

SHE'LL GET OVER IT.

GIRL NEEDS TO LEARN

HOW TO CHILL.

YOU'RE SUCH A SLOB.

THEY ALL HAVE TO HAVE

THE SAME AMOUNT OF CUSTARD.

OH, RELAX, THEY'RE FINE.

YOU KNOW, YOU'D BE

A LOT MORE FUN

WITHOUT THAT POLE UP YOUR BUTT.

I'M, LIKE, THE MOST

EASYGOING PERSON I KNOW.

OH, YEAH, YOU'RE

TOTALLY LAID-BACK.

(GASPS)

(GIGGLES)

MAN, THAT GIRL CREASES ME.

I DIG THAT IN A CHICK.

DUNCAN AND ME?

RIGHT, AS IF.

I'M SO SURE.

NOT IN A MILLION YEARS.

PLE-ASE, WHEN PIGS FLY.

LESHAWNA: YO, YOU STILL BUSY

PROTESTING IN THERE,

OR CAN SOMEONE ELSE

HAVE A TURN?

LIKE I WAS SAYING,

NOT GONNA HAPPEN.

YOUR MEAL

IS COMING RIGHT UP, SIR.

BACK IN A SEC

WITH YOUR MEAL, DUDE.

I MEAN, SIR.

-(BOTH SNIFF)

-(LAUGHS)

WE MIGHT JUST WIN

THIS THING YET, Y'ALL.

OWEN, GUARD THE FOOD.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO THIS.

OKAY.

LOOKING GOOD, YOU GUYS.

(CHUCKLES)

REALLY GOOD.

OH? WHAT'S THAT, MR. RIBS?

YOU FEEL A BIT LOPSIDED?

OH, MAMA, THAT'S GOOD!

OH, NOW THIS SIDE

LOOKS A LITTLE FAT.

YOUR ANTIPASTO

PASSED THE TEST-O.

PASS THE PASTA, PLEASE.

(SLURPS)

ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, 15!

HOW WILL THE GOPHERS RESPOND?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

LESHAWNA: TELL ME YOU DID NOT

JUST EAT THAT ENTIRE PLATE

OF RIBS!

YEAH, THIS LOOKS LIKE

IT'S, UH, BEEN EATEN.

NOT ALL OF IT.

I THINK THERE'S A TINY CHUNK

LEFT ON THAT BONE OVER THERE.

CHRIS: YEAH, THERE.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

I'VE HAD WORSE.

-TWO POINTS.

-YEAH!

OOH, CLOSE, OWEN.

BUT THE BASS STILL LEAD 15-11.

TIME FOR DESSERT.

EH, SIX.

THE BASS HAVE 21,

SO THE GOPHERS NEED

ALL 10 POINTS

JUST TO TIE IT UP.

I HAVE TO SAY THIS DESSERT

LOOKS LIKE A WINNER.

OOH, THAT'S NOT GOOD.

(GAGGING)

HANG ON, THERE.

YES, GOT IT!

EW.

WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?

IT'S HEATHER'S RECIPE.

(GASPS)

OH, MY GOSH!

SHE'S STILL IN THE FRIDGE.

WHAT? GIRL WAS MAKING

EVERYONE TRIP.

OH, I HEAR THAT.

(GASPS)

OH, THE HORROR!

YOU GUYS ARE S-S-S-O DEAD.

IS IT OVER?

IT IS.

THE BASS WIN, 21 TO 12.

AND IT'S NOT JUST

'CAUSE I ALMOST DIED.

THE RIBS SUCKED, TOO.

GREAT. THAT'S JUST GREAT.

WHY DO WE KEEP LOSING, PEOPLE?

AND WHAT IS THIS?

I DIDN'T APPROVE THIS.

I BROUGHT IT BACK AS

A SOUVENIR, YOU KNOW,

FROM THE OTHER ISLAND.

YOU DID WHAT?

YOU MEAN BONEY ISLAND,

THE DEADLIEST ISLAND

IN MUSKOKA,

THE ONE I SPECIFICALLY SAID

NOT TO TAKE ANYTHING

FROM OR YOU'LL BE CURSED?

YEAH.

I DIDN'T KNOW.

I'LL PUT IT BACK.

OKAY, THE KILLER BASS

NOW LEAD WITH SEVEN MEMBERS

TO THE GOPHERS' SOON TO BE SIX.

AND AS PROMISED,

THE WINNERS WILL BE

ENJOYING A REWARD TONIGHT--

A FIVE-STAR

DINNER UNDER THE STARS.

NICE!

-(CHEERS)

-WAY TO GO, GUYS.

-RIGHT ON.

-PUT ME DOWN.

PUT ME DOWN!

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT Y'ALL,

BUT HEATHER HAS GOT TO GO.

YEAH, BUT BETH CURSED US WITH

THAT WOODEN TIKI-DOLL THINGY.

HMM, TRUE.

DEAR, CURSE,

PLEASE HIT HEATHER NEXT.

AND IF POSSIBLE,

HIT HER UPSIDE THE HEAD.

YOU KNOW, LINDSAY,

I COULD CONVINCE THE TEAM

TO VOTE YOU OFF TONIGHT.

YOU WERE A MAJOR TRAITOR.

BUT YOU DID LET ME

OUT OF THE FRIDGE,

SO I'LL GIVE YOU

ONE MORE CHANCE

IF YOU VOTE WITH ME TONIGHT.

THERE, SEE? ALL BETTER.

OH, AND IF YOU EVER TEAM UP

WITH LESHAWNA

AGAINST ME AGAIN,

I'LL CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR

WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING.

TODAY'S VOTE WAS REALLY HARD,

BUT ONLY BECAUSE THERE WERE

SO MANY ANNOYING PEOPLE

TO CHOOSE FROM.

I CAN'T BELIEVE

WE LOCKED HER IN THE FRIDGE!

THAT WAS SO COOL.

SHE'S NOT GOING

TO SEE THIS, IS SHE?

LESHAWNA IS A ROYAL PAIN

IN THE BUTT.

AND OWEN COMPLETELY

SCREWED UP EVERYTHING FOR US.

HER EYEBROWS LOOK SO BAD.

I'D KIND OF LIKE

TO VOTE HEATHER OFF, BUT--

I VOTE FOR BETH.

(BURPS)

I'VE GOT SEVEN GOPHERS SITTING

IN FRONT OF ME TONIGHT,

BUT ONLY SIX FLUFFY BITS

OF SWEET SAFETY IN MY HANDS,

SO GOOD LUCK.

WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME, COME UP

AND GET YOUR MARSHMALLOW.

LESHAWNA.

OWEN.

GWEN.

TRENT.

LINDSAY.

HEATHER, BETH,

DOWN TO YOU.

WHOEVER DOESN'T GET

THIS LAST MARSHMALLOW

MUST IMMEDIATELY

WALK THE DOCK OF SHAME

AND LEAVE ON THE BOAT

OF LOSERS FOREVER.

THE FINAL MARSHMALLOW

GOES TO...

HEATHER.

YOU HEARD HIM.

BOAT OF LOSERS, THAT AWAY.

THAT REALLY WAS STUPID OF YOU

TO TAKE THAT DOLL

FROM THE ISLAND.

SEE YOU, GIRL.

THAT'S IT FOR TONIGHT.

AND YOU MIGHT WANT

TO BURN SOME SAGE

TO GET RID OF ANY

LINGERING CURSE VIBES.

COOL, WILL CHEF

GIVE US SOME SAGE?

NOPE. SO...

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.

(WOLF HOWLS)

(SNORING)

(ALL LAUGH)

ALL: GOOD MORNING, HAROLD.

(GASPS)

SO, LEARNED YOUR LESSON YET?

YES! OKAY!

YES!

OH, WE'RE GONNA NEED

MORE THAN THAT, MAN.

I'LL NEVER LEAVE MY CRUSTY

UNDERWEAR OUT AGAIN.

I SWEAR.

WHAT THE HECK,

I BELIEVE HIM.

IT'S A PLEASURE

DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU.

(GEOFF LAUGHS)