Total Drama (2007–2014): Season 1, Episode 23 - Camp Castaways - full transcript
A torrential rainstorm washes away the cabins and Duncan, Gwen and Heather wake up in the middle of Lake Leech with no idea where they are.
CHRIS: LAST TIME
ON TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.
IN A SPECIAL EPISODE,
WE VISITED
THE KICKED-OFF CAMPERS
AT THEIR RESORT OF REJECTS--
PLAYA DE LOSERS.
WE LEARNED THAT
BRIDGETTE AND GEOFF
ARE STILL GOING STRONG.
KATIE AND SADIE
STILL SHARE A BRAIN,
AND COURTNEY IS STILL CARRYING
A GRUDGE AGAINST HAROLD
FOR FIXING THE BALLOTS
AGAINST HER.
IN A SHOCKING TWIST,
WE LET THE LOSERS VOTE OFF
ONE OF THE FINAL FIVE CAMPERS,
AND IN AN EVEN
MORE SHOCKING TWIST,
IT WAS LESHAWNA
WHO FOUND HERSELF
IN LOSERVILLE,
POPULATION 18.
WHO WILL BE VOTED OFF THIS WEEK
IN THE MOST DRAMATIC CAMPFIRE
CEREMONY YET?
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 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)
WELCOME BACK TO
TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.
THIS WEEK WE PREPARED A BIZARRE
EPISODE FULL OF SURPRISES.
FOR INSTANCE,
TAKE THIS WEATHER.
RAIN IS NOT AN EASY THING
TO CONTROL, LET ME TELL YOU,
BUT WE FIGURED
THE FOUR REMAINING CAMPERS
WERE GETTING OFF WAY TO EASY,
SO WE PULLED
SOME STRINGS AND VOILA!
AH!
LISTEN UP, CAMPERS.
ONE OF THE MOST
GRUELING CHALLENGES
OF ANY SUMMER CAMP EXPERIENCE
IS THE DREADED RAIN DAY,
WHERE ALL ACTIVITIES WITH
EVEN THE REMOTEST POSSIBILITY
OF FUN ARE CANCELED
IN FAVOR OF THE CRAFT TENT.
THE FORECAST FOR TOMORROW,
RAIN, RAIN, AND MORE RAIN,
FOLLOWED BY RAIN.
SEE YOU ALL
IN THE CRAFT TENT TOMORROW
AT 0700 HOURS.
FROWNING LIKE A BIG SUCK
WON'T BRING LESHAWNA BACK,
YOU KNOW.
IT'LL JUST GIVE YOU
PREMATURE WRINKLES.
OOPS, TOO LATE.
WHY DON'T YOU
JUST PUT US OUT OF OUR MISERY
AND VOTE YOURSELF OFF?
IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YOU TWO
GETTING ALONG
GIVES ME THE WARM FUZZIES.
IN YOUR DREAMS, PERV.
MAN, THIS SUCKS.
EVEN OWEN COULDN'T PUT
A SHINY, HAPPY SPIN
ON THIS WEATHER.
SPEAKING OF WHICH,
WHERE IS OWEN?
WHOO-HOO!
FINAL FOUR, BABY!
YEAH!
YOU KNOW,
I REALLY LIKE THE OTHER THREE.
THEY'RE SOLID COMPETITORS.
WE ALL HAVE
A REAL TRUST THING GOING,
WHICH IS WHY IT'S A GOOD THING
NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE JUNK FOOD
I'M STASHING.
(CHUCKLES)
OKAY, THEY'LL PROBABLY BE MAD,
BUT NOT AS STEAMED AS CHEF
WHEN HE FINDS OUT
I WAS RAIDING HIS PANTRY.
OH, DARN IT.
THERE'S SOMETHING
ABOUT THIS CONFESSIONAL
THAT JUST MAKES ME
WANT TO CONFESS STUFF!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(PINGING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
HEY, CHEF, YOU SEEN THE CAMPERS?
NO.
AND I PEELED A WHOLE BAG
OF ROTTEN SPUDS.
HMM, I CAN'T FIND THEM EITHER.
COME TO THINK OF IT,
I CAN'T EVEN FIND THEIR CABINS.
(SNORES)
(YAWNS)
AHH!
WHAT THE--
WHERE DID ALL THIS WATER
COME FROM?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
WHY DON'T YOU ASK THE LEECHES?
AHH!
YOU KNOW, THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS,
IT'S ALMOST FUNNY.
ALL: SHARK!
QUICK, WE NEED SOMETHING BIG
AND CHEWY TO SHOVE IN HIS MOUTH.
OWEN!
SO I SNUCK IN
AND ATE THE ENTIRE SOCCER
TEAM'S BAKE SALE.
I MEAN, THE WHOLE SALE.
BUT I GOT CAUGHT ON ACCOUNT
OF THE ICING IN MY HAIR.
MY MOM MADE ME PAY FOR IT
OUT OF MY ALLOWANCE,
BUT, THOSE SOCCER MOMS
MAKE A MEAN BROWNIE.
I'M HUNGRY.
AAH!
I'M ALL ALONE,
ADRIFT AT SEA.
WITHOUT BREAKFAST.
OKAY, IS ANYONE ELSE A LITTLE
CREAKED BY THIS DESERTED ISLAND?
P-L-EASE,
ANY MORON CAN SEE THAT
THIS IS ONE
OF CHRIS'S CHEESY
PRODUCTION SETS WITH FAKE PROPS.
(GRUNT)
OW!
YO, DRAMA QUEENS,
WE'VE OBVIOUSLY
JUST DRIFTED DOWNSTREAM.
THE PRODUCERS
WILL SEND A SEARCH PARTY.
JUST TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT,
MY SETS ARE NOT CHEESY.
I LOST THREE INTERNS
MOVING THOSE ROCKS INTO PLACE.
AND ABOUT THAT SEARCH PARTY,
NUH-UH.
THOSE CAMPERS ARE ON THEIR OWN.
SO I GUESS THAT MEANS
CRAFT DAY IS CANCELED.
ANYWAY, I'M STARVED.
LET'S EAT.
YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO
EAT THIS SLOP?
YEAH, RIGHT.
I MEAN AT THE BREAKFAST BUFFET
BACK AT OUR CAMP.
COOL.
(CHUCKLES)
OOH.
AHH!
WELL, WELL, WELL,
STUCK ON AN ISLAND
WITH TWO HOT GIRLS.
TOO BAD THEY'RE BOTH
COMPLETELY ANNOYING.
SO I THOUGHT TO MYSELF,
THEY LEFT ME HERE TO DIE.
MENTAL NOTE,
NEVER SIGN UP FOR A REALITY SHOW
EVER AGAIN.
AH, LET'S JUST CHILL
UNTIL THE RESCUE TEAM ARRIVES.
WHAT IF THERE
ISN'T A RESCUE TEAM?
WHAT IF THE PRODUCERS
THINK WE'RE DEAD?
I SAY WE BUILD A RAFT
AND TRY TO SAIL BACK TO CAMP.
GOOD CALL.
LET'S GET MORE LOST.
WE NEED TO BUILD A RAFT.
WE NEED TO STAY PUT.
-BUILD A RAFT.
-STAY PUT.
DUH, WE'RE NOT LOST.
THIS IS JUST CHRIS'S
LAME ATTEMPT
AT CHALLENGING OUR SHIPWRECK
SURVIVAL SKILLS.
I'M ONTO YOU, CHRIS!
OOH, I'M SO SCARED.
I'M GOING FOR A WALK.
THINGS WERE GETTING
REALLY TENSE.
YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER
THAT WE WERE SOAKED,
COVERED IN BUG BITES,
AND STARVING.
BUT I KEPT MY WITS ABOUT ME
AS ALWAYS.
IT'S A GOOD THING
AT LEAST ONE OF US
CAN REMAIN CALM AND COLLECTED
IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY.
NOT BAD.
BEATS SLEEPING ON THE BEACH.
OKAY, GOING TO MY HAPPY PLACE.
I'M IN A DOUGHNUT SHOP.
THERE'S AN ALL YOU CAN EAT
FOR A DOLLAR SALE ON,
UNLIMITED CHOCOLATE MILK.
AHH!
GO AWAY!
IS THAT...
SAND!
SWEET MAMA
IN A SIDECAR GOING 90!
I'M BACK AT CAMP!
WHOO-HOO!
WHOO-HOO!
YEAH!
(SCREAMS)
THIS DAY IS REALLY SUCKING.
THE T-REX SKULL WAS MY IDEA.
DID YOU SEE
THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?
THAT WAS WORTH EVERY INTERN.
NICE VIEW.
HEY, YOU TWO,
IF YOU'RE DONE YELLING
AT EACH OTHER,
I FOUND US A PLACE TO REST.
(GASP)
AHH!
OW!
(THUNDER CRASHES)
SO STILL THINK WE'RE DOWNSTREAM
FROM CAMP?
OKAY, I'VE BEEN WRONG BEFORE.
OWEN: HELP!
I'M ALL ALONE!
I'M GONNA DIE!
HEY, ARE THOSE COCONUTS?
WILL SOMEONE
PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME
WHY THERE ARE PALM TREES
AND COCONUTS UP HERE?
WE'RE UP IN NORTHERN ONTARIO.
THEY WERE LEFTOVER PROPS FROM
THE BIGASSIC PARK MOVIE SHOOT.
WHAT?
WE'RE ON A BUDGET.
OWEN: (BURPS)
IT'S BEEN A GRUELING
NINE MINUTES OF ISOLATION,
WHERE A HUMAN MIND
IS RIPE FOR CRACKING.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING
ABOUT, RIGHT, MR. COCONUT?
OH, YOU DO.
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, BUDDY.
WE'LL HUNT, FORAGE,
AND SURVIVE TOGETHER.
BUT FIRST, I NEED TO PEE.
OWEN: CAN YOU LOOK
THE OTHER WAY, PLEASE?
HEATHER: WAIT A SEC.
THIS IS JUST LIKE
WHEN THEY SENT US
TO BONY ISLAND.
DON'T YOU SEE?
IT'S SO OBVIOUSLY
ANOTHER SURVIVAL CHALLENGE.
YOU CAN'T SCARE ME, CHRIS.
WHAT'S OBVIOUS
IS THAT WE'RE STRANDED
ON A DESERTED ISLAND
AND WE'LL DIE
UNLESS WE BUILD A RAFT.
IF WE'RE STRANDED,
THEN THE PRODUCERS
WILL OBVIOUSLY RESCUE US.
WHAT IF THE PRODUCERS
DON'T KNOW WHERE TO LOOK?
THEY'RE NOT EXACTLY
THE SHARPEST TOOLS IN THE SHED,
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED.
I AM GONNA LET THAT
LITTLE COMMENT PASS.
HMM.
I WAS SO BETTER OFF WITHOUT
THOSE LUNATICS HOLDING ME BACK.
GOOD LUCK LOST IN THE WILD
WITHOUT SHELTER.
OKAY, SO MAYBE SPLITTING UP
WAS A BAD IDEA.
I KNOW I SHOULD MAKE
MORE OF AN EFFORT
TO HAVE AN ALLIANCE
WITH SOMEONE
AT THIS POINT IN THE GAME,
BUT THEY'RE BOTH INSANE.
I MEAN,
WHICH ONE WOULD YOU TRUST?
FINE.
THEN LET'S MAKE A NEW RULE.
EVERY CAMPER FOR THEMSELVES.
BOTH: FINE!
OWEN: ELEVEN MINUTES
OF ISOLATION
AND MR. COCONUT
AND I HAVE DECIDED
TO LIVE IN THE OUTHOUSE
WHERE IT'S SAFE.
(GASPS)
HEADHUNTERS!
OH, MAN, I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
WHERE THAT THING WENT.
NOTE TO SELF,
NEXT TIME, MAKE
MORE THAN ONE ARROW.
WHOO-HOO-HOO! YEAH!
DIE! DIE! DIE!
ONE FRUIT SALAD, COMING UP.
AND UBER OMELET ON THE SIDE.
YEAH, ROCKING.
(BIRD SCREECHING)
HEY, WHERE DID YOU GET
THAT CHOCOLATE?
OH, NOWHERE.
JUST OWEN'S SECRET
STASH OF JUNK FOOD.
THAT GENIUS.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT HIS MATTRESS
LOOKED LUMPY.
YOU GOT TO SHARE THAT WITH US,
MAN.
-WE'RE STARVING.
-OH, NO.
I BELIEVE THE TERM WAS,
"EVERY CAMPER FOR THEMSELVES."
AND SINCE WE'RE ALONE
ON THE ISLAND--
(LOUD GROWLING)
OR NOT.
DON'T WORRY, MR. COCONUT.
YOUR SOFT, FLAKY MARROW
IS SAFE WITH ME.
(LOUD GROWLING)
BRUNCH IS SERVED.
AH, BRUNCH.
SUCH A CIVILIZED MEAL,
DON'T YOU THINK?
WE'VE ALREADY
DIGESTED YOUR BREAKY,
BUT YOU'RE NOT QUITE READY
FOR LUNCH.
OOH-HOO-HOO!
HOLLANDAISE!
YOU'VE OUTDONE YOURSELF, CHEF.
(GROWLING)
IT'S JUST CHRIS FREAKING US OUT.
(RUMBLING)
WELL, WHATEVER IT IS,
I'M OUT OF HERE.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHERE YOU'RE GOING.
WHO CARES?
AT LEAST IT'S NOT HERE WITH YOU.
I'LL TRADE YOU MY EGG
IN EXCHANGE FOR A RIDE.
RIDING WITH HIM WAS
THE LAST THING I WANTED TO DO.
BUT I WAS STARVING.
(RUMBLING)
DEAL.
(GASPS)
WHAT?
HEY! HEY, YOU CAN'T JUST FORM
AN ALLIANCE AND LEAVE ME.
BYE, HEATHER.
GOOD LUCK.
DON'T GO!
IF YOU COME BACK,
I'LL LET YOU HAVE
OWEN'S...BARS!
OKAY, I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE
TERRIFIED IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
THEY LEFT ME THERE ALONE
ON THAT ISLAND TO DIE.
I HAD TO DRAW ON RESERVES
OF INNER STRENGTH
I NEVER KNEW I HAD.
IF YOU'RE WATCHING, LINDSAY,
I'M SORRY
IF I HURT YOUR FEELINGS.
YOU'RE AN AWESOME FRIEND,
AND--AND BETH,
DITTO FOR YOU.
MISS YOU, GUYS.
BFF FOREVER.
COME ON, MR. COCONUT,
MUST FIND FOOD.
AH, FUN IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS.
TOO BAD THE INTERNS
ARE MISSING IT.
WE SHOULD SEND THEM
A VIDEO OF THIS.
GOOD TIMES.
YOU PADDLE LIKE A GIRL.
OH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE
THE ACCOMMODATIONS,
THERE'S THE DOOR.
JUST GIVE ME THE OAR.
NO, IT'S MY RAFT.
I ROW.
OH, WELL, CORRECT ME
IF I'M WRONG,
BUT I THINK YOU JUST RODE US
IN A BIG CIRCLE
'CAUSE THERE'S THE SHORE AGAIN.
UH, LOOKS LIKE OUR DESERTED
ISLAND ISN'T SO DESERTED.
WHICH WILL COST YOU ONE OMELET?
(SCREECHING)
UH, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR EGG BACK.
NO, NO, PLEASE.
I INSIST.
AHH!
WHOA!
(GRUNTING)
AHH!
HELP!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
AHH!
GET AWAY FROM ME!
HELP!
(GRUNTING)
OH, UM, MALLOMARS.
OWEN?
IS THAT YOU?
YOU COMPLETELY FREAKED ME OUT.
AND WHAT IS WITH
THAT BIG BEARD?
OW!
HEATHER, IS IT REALLY YOU?
YOU'RE NOT A MIRAGE?
OW!
DO YOU MIND?
GWEN AND DUNCAN: AHH!
WHOA!
UHH!
OWEN?
OH, MY BRETHREN.
AT LAST WE'RE TOGETHER.
I SHALL NEVER LET GO.
(HISSING)
OH, LET ME REPHRASE THAT.
RUN!
(HISSING)
WHAT'S WITH THE FAKE BEARD?
OW!
SO, CHEF, HOW DO YOU THINK
OUR CAMPERS ARE DOING
ON THEIR DESERTED ISLAND?
ANYTHING COULD HAVE
HAPPENED TO THEM BY NOW,
MAULED BY BEARS,
FELL OFF THE CLIFF,
STARVED TO DEATH.
HMM, MAYBE I SHOULD GO
CHECK THE MONITORS
AND SEE WHAT KIND
OF FOOTAGE WE GOT.
CHRIS, MAN,
YOU ARE ONE DEDICATED HOST.
YOU'RE AN INSPIRATION.
THANKS, DUDE.
THAT'S WHAT I DO.
(LAUGH)
OWEN: OKAY,
I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE
SOMETHING THAT IS CARAMELY.
MALLOMARS?
(LAUGHS)
OH, RIGHT AGAIN.
OKAY, IT'S YOUR TURN,
MR. COCONUT.
HE KNOWS IT'S JUST A FRUIT,
RIGHT?
THAT'S IT!
I AM DONE WITH THIS GAME.
I CAN'T BOND
WITH YOU GUYS ANYMORE
BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL CRAZY.
YOU SAY THAT LIKE YOU'RE NOT.
I AM THE ONLY ONE LEFT
ON THIS SHOW
-WITH A SHRED OF SANITY.
-HA!
AND THIS COMING FROM THE GIRL
WHO CHANGES FRIENDS MORE OFTEN
THAN I CHANGE SOCKS.
WHICH IS SO NOT OFTEN ENOUGH
BY THE WAY.
AT LEAST I'VE GOT MY GAME ON.
GAME ON?
HELLO.
NONE OF US
ARE IN THE COMPETITION
BECAUSE THE PRODUCERS THINK
WE'RE DEAD
WHICH MEANS WE'RE GONNA DIE
ON THIS FREAKING ISLAND?
WE ARE?
AHH!
HEAVENLY HASH,
WE'RE GONNA DIE,
AND I'VE NEVER EVEN HAD A DATE
OR HELD HANDS
OR FULFILLED ANY OF MY OWEN
GETS JIGGY FANTASIES.
-LIKE THE ONE-
-DUH!
MAKE HIM STOP!
THANKS.
AND THAT'S WHEN I THOUGHT,
THIS IS HOW I'M GONNA DIE.
MY BRAIN WAS ACTUALLY GONNA
EXPLODE FROM FRUSTRATION.
GUYS, YOU KNOW
WHAT WE HAVE TO DO?
RUN FOR OUR LIVES AND LEAVE YOU
AND MR. COCONUT BEHIND?
NO, WE NEED TO CONFESS OUR SINS.
UH, NOT.
OH, NO, SERIOUSLY.
I CONFESSED ALL MY SINS.
IT FELT GREAT.
DON'T YOU WANT TO CLEAR
YOUR CONSCIENCE BEFORE YOU DIE?
WHOA!
SO THAT'S WHAT YOU
WENT TO JUVIE HALL FOR?
YEAH, BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT
AS BAD AS WHAT HEATHER DID.
I ADMIT,
IT WAS A LITTLE UNORTHODOX,
BUT IT DOESN'T COME CLOSE
TO WHAT GWEN DID,
IF THAT'S EVEN YOUR REAL NAME.
(SIGHS)
THERE,
DON'T YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?
EW! EW!
SPIDER IN THE BED!
SPIDER IN THE BED!
HEY, LOOK,
WE GOT NEIGHBORS.
THE RESCUE TEAM?
OR A TRICK, COURTESY OF CHRIS.
I KNOW HOW WE CAN FIND OUT.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS.
WE PRETEND
WE'RE THE HEADHUNTERS
AND SCARE THE BEJABBERS
OUT OF WHOEVER'S MESSING
WITH OUR HEADS.
THERE'S ONLY ONE PROBLEM,
A 50 FOOT PYTHON
WITH AN ATTITUDE.
OH, THAT.
WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT
HOURS AGO?
WHAT, AND MISS OUT
ON ALL OUR BONDING?
COME ON!
LET'S GO OOGA BOOGIE!
THIS IS IT, BRETHREN.
WE MIGHT NOT COME BACK ALIVE,
SO LET'S GET OUR OOGIE-BOOGIE
GROOVE ON.
YEAH, OWEN.
I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS.
OOGA BOOGA!
OOGA, OOGA, OOGA.
OOGA BOOGA, OOGA, OOGA!
ALL: AH!
HEY, GUYS.
IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP.
MR. COCONUT, IT'S A MIRAGE!
THEY'RE JUST FIGMENTS
OF MY IMAGINATION.
WELL, WHY IS HE TALKING
TO A COCONUT?
OWEN, IT'S NOT A MIRAGE.
IT'S OUR PRODUCTION CREW'S
SECRET LOCATION.
(GASPS)
OR WAS A SECRET, UNTIL NOW.
BUT WHAT ABOUT
THE T-REX SKULL?
AND THE PREHISTORIC GOOSE?
OH, THOSE ARE JUST LEFT OVER
FROM A DINOSAUR MOVIE THAT WAS--
YOU MEAN
WHILE WE WERE SHIPWRECKED,
YOU WERE HERE,
BASKING IN THE LAP OF LUXURY
A MERE 100 FEET AWAY?
YES, HEATHER,
THAT WOULD BE ACCURATE.
SORRY, I'D INVITE YOU IN,
BUT THERE'S ONLY ROOM FOR SIX.
SEE YOU AT THE CAMPFIRE TONIGHT.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
WELL, IT'S BEEN A GRUELING DAY,
CAMPERS.
FRANKLY,
CHEF AND I ARE WORN OUT.
I HOPE YOU'VE LEARNED
TWO VALUABLE LESSONS.
FIRST, ALWAYS MAKE SURE
YOUR CABINS ARE SECURELY
FASTENED TO THE GROUND,
AND SECOND, THE EVERY CAMPER
FOR THEMSELVES IDEA SUCKS.
FOUR HEADS ARE ALWAYS
BETTER THAN ONE.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I THINK YOU MEAN FIVE.
WHICH BRINGS US TO YET ANOTHER
DRAMATIC MARSHMALLOW CEREMONY.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE,
YOU HAVE FOUR MARSHMALLOWS.
THAT'S ONE FOR EACH OF US.
EXCELLENT, OBSERVATION, DUDE.
HEATHER, DUNCAN,
GWEN,
OWEN.
OH, NO.
-YOU DON'T MEAN!
-YEP.
IT'S TIME FOR MR. COCONUT
TO WALK THE DOCK OF SHAME.
BUT WHY?
YEAH, GET IT TOGETHER, DUDE.
YOU'RE STARTING TO CREEP ME OUT.
MR. COCONUT!
NO!
BY THE WAY,
WHAT WE CONFESSED BACK THERE
STAYS BACK THERE.
OH, YEAH.
NO ARGUMENT.
DON'T WORRY, MR. COCONUT.
I SHALL NEVER LET GO.
ON TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.
IN A SPECIAL EPISODE,
WE VISITED
THE KICKED-OFF CAMPERS
AT THEIR RESORT OF REJECTS--
PLAYA DE LOSERS.
WE LEARNED THAT
BRIDGETTE AND GEOFF
ARE STILL GOING STRONG.
KATIE AND SADIE
STILL SHARE A BRAIN,
AND COURTNEY IS STILL CARRYING
A GRUDGE AGAINST HAROLD
FOR FIXING THE BALLOTS
AGAINST HER.
IN A SHOCKING TWIST,
WE LET THE LOSERS VOTE OFF
ONE OF THE FINAL FIVE CAMPERS,
AND IN AN EVEN
MORE SHOCKING TWIST,
IT WAS LESHAWNA
WHO FOUND HERSELF
IN LOSERVILLE,
POPULATION 18.
WHO WILL BE VOTED OFF THIS WEEK
IN THE MOST DRAMATIC CAMPFIRE
CEREMONY YET?
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 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)
WELCOME BACK TO
TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.
THIS WEEK WE PREPARED A BIZARRE
EPISODE FULL OF SURPRISES.
FOR INSTANCE,
TAKE THIS WEATHER.
RAIN IS NOT AN EASY THING
TO CONTROL, LET ME TELL YOU,
BUT WE FIGURED
THE FOUR REMAINING CAMPERS
WERE GETTING OFF WAY TO EASY,
SO WE PULLED
SOME STRINGS AND VOILA!
AH!
LISTEN UP, CAMPERS.
ONE OF THE MOST
GRUELING CHALLENGES
OF ANY SUMMER CAMP EXPERIENCE
IS THE DREADED RAIN DAY,
WHERE ALL ACTIVITIES WITH
EVEN THE REMOTEST POSSIBILITY
OF FUN ARE CANCELED
IN FAVOR OF THE CRAFT TENT.
THE FORECAST FOR TOMORROW,
RAIN, RAIN, AND MORE RAIN,
FOLLOWED BY RAIN.
SEE YOU ALL
IN THE CRAFT TENT TOMORROW
AT 0700 HOURS.
FROWNING LIKE A BIG SUCK
WON'T BRING LESHAWNA BACK,
YOU KNOW.
IT'LL JUST GIVE YOU
PREMATURE WRINKLES.
OOPS, TOO LATE.
WHY DON'T YOU
JUST PUT US OUT OF OUR MISERY
AND VOTE YOURSELF OFF?
IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YOU TWO
GETTING ALONG
GIVES ME THE WARM FUZZIES.
IN YOUR DREAMS, PERV.
MAN, THIS SUCKS.
EVEN OWEN COULDN'T PUT
A SHINY, HAPPY SPIN
ON THIS WEATHER.
SPEAKING OF WHICH,
WHERE IS OWEN?
WHOO-HOO!
FINAL FOUR, BABY!
YEAH!
YOU KNOW,
I REALLY LIKE THE OTHER THREE.
THEY'RE SOLID COMPETITORS.
WE ALL HAVE
A REAL TRUST THING GOING,
WHICH IS WHY IT'S A GOOD THING
NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT THE JUNK FOOD
I'M STASHING.
(CHUCKLES)
OKAY, THEY'LL PROBABLY BE MAD,
BUT NOT AS STEAMED AS CHEF
WHEN HE FINDS OUT
I WAS RAIDING HIS PANTRY.
OH, DARN IT.
THERE'S SOMETHING
ABOUT THIS CONFESSIONAL
THAT JUST MAKES ME
WANT TO CONFESS STUFF!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(PINGING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
HEY, CHEF, YOU SEEN THE CAMPERS?
NO.
AND I PEELED A WHOLE BAG
OF ROTTEN SPUDS.
HMM, I CAN'T FIND THEM EITHER.
COME TO THINK OF IT,
I CAN'T EVEN FIND THEIR CABINS.
(SNORES)
(YAWNS)
AHH!
WHAT THE--
WHERE DID ALL THIS WATER
COME FROM?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
WHY DON'T YOU ASK THE LEECHES?
AHH!
YOU KNOW, THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS,
IT'S ALMOST FUNNY.
ALL: SHARK!
QUICK, WE NEED SOMETHING BIG
AND CHEWY TO SHOVE IN HIS MOUTH.
OWEN!
SO I SNUCK IN
AND ATE THE ENTIRE SOCCER
TEAM'S BAKE SALE.
I MEAN, THE WHOLE SALE.
BUT I GOT CAUGHT ON ACCOUNT
OF THE ICING IN MY HAIR.
MY MOM MADE ME PAY FOR IT
OUT OF MY ALLOWANCE,
BUT, THOSE SOCCER MOMS
MAKE A MEAN BROWNIE.
I'M HUNGRY.
AAH!
I'M ALL ALONE,
ADRIFT AT SEA.
WITHOUT BREAKFAST.
OKAY, IS ANYONE ELSE A LITTLE
CREAKED BY THIS DESERTED ISLAND?
P-L-EASE,
ANY MORON CAN SEE THAT
THIS IS ONE
OF CHRIS'S CHEESY
PRODUCTION SETS WITH FAKE PROPS.
(GRUNT)
OW!
YO, DRAMA QUEENS,
WE'VE OBVIOUSLY
JUST DRIFTED DOWNSTREAM.
THE PRODUCERS
WILL SEND A SEARCH PARTY.
JUST TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT,
MY SETS ARE NOT CHEESY.
I LOST THREE INTERNS
MOVING THOSE ROCKS INTO PLACE.
AND ABOUT THAT SEARCH PARTY,
NUH-UH.
THOSE CAMPERS ARE ON THEIR OWN.
SO I GUESS THAT MEANS
CRAFT DAY IS CANCELED.
ANYWAY, I'M STARVED.
LET'S EAT.
YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO
EAT THIS SLOP?
YEAH, RIGHT.
I MEAN AT THE BREAKFAST BUFFET
BACK AT OUR CAMP.
COOL.
(CHUCKLES)
OOH.
AHH!
WELL, WELL, WELL,
STUCK ON AN ISLAND
WITH TWO HOT GIRLS.
TOO BAD THEY'RE BOTH
COMPLETELY ANNOYING.
SO I THOUGHT TO MYSELF,
THEY LEFT ME HERE TO DIE.
MENTAL NOTE,
NEVER SIGN UP FOR A REALITY SHOW
EVER AGAIN.
AH, LET'S JUST CHILL
UNTIL THE RESCUE TEAM ARRIVES.
WHAT IF THERE
ISN'T A RESCUE TEAM?
WHAT IF THE PRODUCERS
THINK WE'RE DEAD?
I SAY WE BUILD A RAFT
AND TRY TO SAIL BACK TO CAMP.
GOOD CALL.
LET'S GET MORE LOST.
WE NEED TO BUILD A RAFT.
WE NEED TO STAY PUT.
-BUILD A RAFT.
-STAY PUT.
DUH, WE'RE NOT LOST.
THIS IS JUST CHRIS'S
LAME ATTEMPT
AT CHALLENGING OUR SHIPWRECK
SURVIVAL SKILLS.
I'M ONTO YOU, CHRIS!
OOH, I'M SO SCARED.
I'M GOING FOR A WALK.
THINGS WERE GETTING
REALLY TENSE.
YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER
THAT WE WERE SOAKED,
COVERED IN BUG BITES,
AND STARVING.
BUT I KEPT MY WITS ABOUT ME
AS ALWAYS.
IT'S A GOOD THING
AT LEAST ONE OF US
CAN REMAIN CALM AND COLLECTED
IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY.
NOT BAD.
BEATS SLEEPING ON THE BEACH.
OKAY, GOING TO MY HAPPY PLACE.
I'M IN A DOUGHNUT SHOP.
THERE'S AN ALL YOU CAN EAT
FOR A DOLLAR SALE ON,
UNLIMITED CHOCOLATE MILK.
AHH!
GO AWAY!
IS THAT...
SAND!
SWEET MAMA
IN A SIDECAR GOING 90!
I'M BACK AT CAMP!
WHOO-HOO!
WHOO-HOO!
YEAH!
(SCREAMS)
THIS DAY IS REALLY SUCKING.
THE T-REX SKULL WAS MY IDEA.
DID YOU SEE
THE LOOK ON HIS FACE?
THAT WAS WORTH EVERY INTERN.
NICE VIEW.
HEY, YOU TWO,
IF YOU'RE DONE YELLING
AT EACH OTHER,
I FOUND US A PLACE TO REST.
(GASP)
AHH!
OW!
(THUNDER CRASHES)
SO STILL THINK WE'RE DOWNSTREAM
FROM CAMP?
OKAY, I'VE BEEN WRONG BEFORE.
OWEN: HELP!
I'M ALL ALONE!
I'M GONNA DIE!
HEY, ARE THOSE COCONUTS?
WILL SOMEONE
PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME
WHY THERE ARE PALM TREES
AND COCONUTS UP HERE?
WE'RE UP IN NORTHERN ONTARIO.
THEY WERE LEFTOVER PROPS FROM
THE BIGASSIC PARK MOVIE SHOOT.
WHAT?
WE'RE ON A BUDGET.
OWEN: (BURPS)
IT'S BEEN A GRUELING
NINE MINUTES OF ISOLATION,
WHERE A HUMAN MIND
IS RIPE FOR CRACKING.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING
ABOUT, RIGHT, MR. COCONUT?
OH, YOU DO.
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, BUDDY.
WE'LL HUNT, FORAGE,
AND SURVIVE TOGETHER.
BUT FIRST, I NEED TO PEE.
OWEN: CAN YOU LOOK
THE OTHER WAY, PLEASE?
HEATHER: WAIT A SEC.
THIS IS JUST LIKE
WHEN THEY SENT US
TO BONY ISLAND.
DON'T YOU SEE?
IT'S SO OBVIOUSLY
ANOTHER SURVIVAL CHALLENGE.
YOU CAN'T SCARE ME, CHRIS.
WHAT'S OBVIOUS
IS THAT WE'RE STRANDED
ON A DESERTED ISLAND
AND WE'LL DIE
UNLESS WE BUILD A RAFT.
IF WE'RE STRANDED,
THEN THE PRODUCERS
WILL OBVIOUSLY RESCUE US.
WHAT IF THE PRODUCERS
DON'T KNOW WHERE TO LOOK?
THEY'RE NOT EXACTLY
THE SHARPEST TOOLS IN THE SHED,
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED.
I AM GONNA LET THAT
LITTLE COMMENT PASS.
HMM.
I WAS SO BETTER OFF WITHOUT
THOSE LUNATICS HOLDING ME BACK.
GOOD LUCK LOST IN THE WILD
WITHOUT SHELTER.
OKAY, SO MAYBE SPLITTING UP
WAS A BAD IDEA.
I KNOW I SHOULD MAKE
MORE OF AN EFFORT
TO HAVE AN ALLIANCE
WITH SOMEONE
AT THIS POINT IN THE GAME,
BUT THEY'RE BOTH INSANE.
I MEAN,
WHICH ONE WOULD YOU TRUST?
FINE.
THEN LET'S MAKE A NEW RULE.
EVERY CAMPER FOR THEMSELVES.
BOTH: FINE!
OWEN: ELEVEN MINUTES
OF ISOLATION
AND MR. COCONUT
AND I HAVE DECIDED
TO LIVE IN THE OUTHOUSE
WHERE IT'S SAFE.
(GASPS)
HEADHUNTERS!
OH, MAN, I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
WHERE THAT THING WENT.
NOTE TO SELF,
NEXT TIME, MAKE
MORE THAN ONE ARROW.
WHOO-HOO-HOO! YEAH!
DIE! DIE! DIE!
ONE FRUIT SALAD, COMING UP.
AND UBER OMELET ON THE SIDE.
YEAH, ROCKING.
(BIRD SCREECHING)
HEY, WHERE DID YOU GET
THAT CHOCOLATE?
OH, NOWHERE.
JUST OWEN'S SECRET
STASH OF JUNK FOOD.
THAT GENIUS.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT HIS MATTRESS
LOOKED LUMPY.
YOU GOT TO SHARE THAT WITH US,
MAN.
-WE'RE STARVING.
-OH, NO.
I BELIEVE THE TERM WAS,
"EVERY CAMPER FOR THEMSELVES."
AND SINCE WE'RE ALONE
ON THE ISLAND--
(LOUD GROWLING)
OR NOT.
DON'T WORRY, MR. COCONUT.
YOUR SOFT, FLAKY MARROW
IS SAFE WITH ME.
(LOUD GROWLING)
BRUNCH IS SERVED.
AH, BRUNCH.
SUCH A CIVILIZED MEAL,
DON'T YOU THINK?
WE'VE ALREADY
DIGESTED YOUR BREAKY,
BUT YOU'RE NOT QUITE READY
FOR LUNCH.
OOH-HOO-HOO!
HOLLANDAISE!
YOU'VE OUTDONE YOURSELF, CHEF.
(GROWLING)
IT'S JUST CHRIS FREAKING US OUT.
(RUMBLING)
WELL, WHATEVER IT IS,
I'M OUT OF HERE.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHERE YOU'RE GOING.
WHO CARES?
AT LEAST IT'S NOT HERE WITH YOU.
I'LL TRADE YOU MY EGG
IN EXCHANGE FOR A RIDE.
RIDING WITH HIM WAS
THE LAST THING I WANTED TO DO.
BUT I WAS STARVING.
(RUMBLING)
DEAL.
(GASPS)
WHAT?
HEY! HEY, YOU CAN'T JUST FORM
AN ALLIANCE AND LEAVE ME.
BYE, HEATHER.
GOOD LUCK.
DON'T GO!
IF YOU COME BACK,
I'LL LET YOU HAVE
OWEN'S...BARS!
OKAY, I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE
TERRIFIED IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
THEY LEFT ME THERE ALONE
ON THAT ISLAND TO DIE.
I HAD TO DRAW ON RESERVES
OF INNER STRENGTH
I NEVER KNEW I HAD.
IF YOU'RE WATCHING, LINDSAY,
I'M SORRY
IF I HURT YOUR FEELINGS.
YOU'RE AN AWESOME FRIEND,
AND--AND BETH,
DITTO FOR YOU.
MISS YOU, GUYS.
BFF FOREVER.
COME ON, MR. COCONUT,
MUST FIND FOOD.
AH, FUN IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS.
TOO BAD THE INTERNS
ARE MISSING IT.
WE SHOULD SEND THEM
A VIDEO OF THIS.
GOOD TIMES.
YOU PADDLE LIKE A GIRL.
OH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE
THE ACCOMMODATIONS,
THERE'S THE DOOR.
JUST GIVE ME THE OAR.
NO, IT'S MY RAFT.
I ROW.
OH, WELL, CORRECT ME
IF I'M WRONG,
BUT I THINK YOU JUST RODE US
IN A BIG CIRCLE
'CAUSE THERE'S THE SHORE AGAIN.
UH, LOOKS LIKE OUR DESERTED
ISLAND ISN'T SO DESERTED.
WHICH WILL COST YOU ONE OMELET?
(SCREECHING)
UH, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR EGG BACK.
NO, NO, PLEASE.
I INSIST.
AHH!
WHOA!
(GRUNTING)
AHH!
HELP!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
AHH!
GET AWAY FROM ME!
HELP!
(GRUNTING)
OH, UM, MALLOMARS.
OWEN?
IS THAT YOU?
YOU COMPLETELY FREAKED ME OUT.
AND WHAT IS WITH
THAT BIG BEARD?
OW!
HEATHER, IS IT REALLY YOU?
YOU'RE NOT A MIRAGE?
OW!
DO YOU MIND?
GWEN AND DUNCAN: AHH!
WHOA!
UHH!
OWEN?
OH, MY BRETHREN.
AT LAST WE'RE TOGETHER.
I SHALL NEVER LET GO.
(HISSING)
OH, LET ME REPHRASE THAT.
RUN!
(HISSING)
WHAT'S WITH THE FAKE BEARD?
OW!
SO, CHEF, HOW DO YOU THINK
OUR CAMPERS ARE DOING
ON THEIR DESERTED ISLAND?
ANYTHING COULD HAVE
HAPPENED TO THEM BY NOW,
MAULED BY BEARS,
FELL OFF THE CLIFF,
STARVED TO DEATH.
HMM, MAYBE I SHOULD GO
CHECK THE MONITORS
AND SEE WHAT KIND
OF FOOTAGE WE GOT.
CHRIS, MAN,
YOU ARE ONE DEDICATED HOST.
YOU'RE AN INSPIRATION.
THANKS, DUDE.
THAT'S WHAT I DO.
(LAUGH)
OWEN: OKAY,
I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE
SOMETHING THAT IS CARAMELY.
MALLOMARS?
(LAUGHS)
OH, RIGHT AGAIN.
OKAY, IT'S YOUR TURN,
MR. COCONUT.
HE KNOWS IT'S JUST A FRUIT,
RIGHT?
THAT'S IT!
I AM DONE WITH THIS GAME.
I CAN'T BOND
WITH YOU GUYS ANYMORE
BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL CRAZY.
YOU SAY THAT LIKE YOU'RE NOT.
I AM THE ONLY ONE LEFT
ON THIS SHOW
-WITH A SHRED OF SANITY.
-HA!
AND THIS COMING FROM THE GIRL
WHO CHANGES FRIENDS MORE OFTEN
THAN I CHANGE SOCKS.
WHICH IS SO NOT OFTEN ENOUGH
BY THE WAY.
AT LEAST I'VE GOT MY GAME ON.
GAME ON?
HELLO.
NONE OF US
ARE IN THE COMPETITION
BECAUSE THE PRODUCERS THINK
WE'RE DEAD
WHICH MEANS WE'RE GONNA DIE
ON THIS FREAKING ISLAND?
WE ARE?
AHH!
HEAVENLY HASH,
WE'RE GONNA DIE,
AND I'VE NEVER EVEN HAD A DATE
OR HELD HANDS
OR FULFILLED ANY OF MY OWEN
GETS JIGGY FANTASIES.
-LIKE THE ONE-
-DUH!
MAKE HIM STOP!
THANKS.
AND THAT'S WHEN I THOUGHT,
THIS IS HOW I'M GONNA DIE.
MY BRAIN WAS ACTUALLY GONNA
EXPLODE FROM FRUSTRATION.
GUYS, YOU KNOW
WHAT WE HAVE TO DO?
RUN FOR OUR LIVES AND LEAVE YOU
AND MR. COCONUT BEHIND?
NO, WE NEED TO CONFESS OUR SINS.
UH, NOT.
OH, NO, SERIOUSLY.
I CONFESSED ALL MY SINS.
IT FELT GREAT.
DON'T YOU WANT TO CLEAR
YOUR CONSCIENCE BEFORE YOU DIE?
WHOA!
SO THAT'S WHAT YOU
WENT TO JUVIE HALL FOR?
YEAH, BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT
AS BAD AS WHAT HEATHER DID.
I ADMIT,
IT WAS A LITTLE UNORTHODOX,
BUT IT DOESN'T COME CLOSE
TO WHAT GWEN DID,
IF THAT'S EVEN YOUR REAL NAME.
(SIGHS)
THERE,
DON'T YOU FEEL BETTER NOW?
EW! EW!
SPIDER IN THE BED!
SPIDER IN THE BED!
HEY, LOOK,
WE GOT NEIGHBORS.
THE RESCUE TEAM?
OR A TRICK, COURTESY OF CHRIS.
I KNOW HOW WE CAN FIND OUT.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS.
WE PRETEND
WE'RE THE HEADHUNTERS
AND SCARE THE BEJABBERS
OUT OF WHOEVER'S MESSING
WITH OUR HEADS.
THERE'S ONLY ONE PROBLEM,
A 50 FOOT PYTHON
WITH AN ATTITUDE.
OH, THAT.
WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT
HOURS AGO?
WHAT, AND MISS OUT
ON ALL OUR BONDING?
COME ON!
LET'S GO OOGA BOOGIE!
THIS IS IT, BRETHREN.
WE MIGHT NOT COME BACK ALIVE,
SO LET'S GET OUR OOGIE-BOOGIE
GROOVE ON.
YEAH, OWEN.
I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS.
OOGA BOOGA!
OOGA, OOGA, OOGA.
OOGA BOOGA, OOGA, OOGA!
ALL: AH!
HEY, GUYS.
IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP.
MR. COCONUT, IT'S A MIRAGE!
THEY'RE JUST FIGMENTS
OF MY IMAGINATION.
WELL, WHY IS HE TALKING
TO A COCONUT?
OWEN, IT'S NOT A MIRAGE.
IT'S OUR PRODUCTION CREW'S
SECRET LOCATION.
(GASPS)
OR WAS A SECRET, UNTIL NOW.
BUT WHAT ABOUT
THE T-REX SKULL?
AND THE PREHISTORIC GOOSE?
OH, THOSE ARE JUST LEFT OVER
FROM A DINOSAUR MOVIE THAT WAS--
YOU MEAN
WHILE WE WERE SHIPWRECKED,
YOU WERE HERE,
BASKING IN THE LAP OF LUXURY
A MERE 100 FEET AWAY?
YES, HEATHER,
THAT WOULD BE ACCURATE.
SORRY, I'D INVITE YOU IN,
BUT THERE'S ONLY ROOM FOR SIX.
SEE YOU AT THE CAMPFIRE TONIGHT.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
WELL, IT'S BEEN A GRUELING DAY,
CAMPERS.
FRANKLY,
CHEF AND I ARE WORN OUT.
I HOPE YOU'VE LEARNED
TWO VALUABLE LESSONS.
FIRST, ALWAYS MAKE SURE
YOUR CABINS ARE SECURELY
FASTENED TO THE GROUND,
AND SECOND, THE EVERY CAMPER
FOR THEMSELVES IDEA SUCKS.
FOUR HEADS ARE ALWAYS
BETTER THAN ONE.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I THINK YOU MEAN FIVE.
WHICH BRINGS US TO YET ANOTHER
DRAMATIC MARSHMALLOW CEREMONY.
HEY, WAIT A MINUTE,
YOU HAVE FOUR MARSHMALLOWS.
THAT'S ONE FOR EACH OF US.
EXCELLENT, OBSERVATION, DUDE.
HEATHER, DUNCAN,
GWEN,
OWEN.
OH, NO.
-YOU DON'T MEAN!
-YEP.
IT'S TIME FOR MR. COCONUT
TO WALK THE DOCK OF SHAME.
BUT WHY?
YEAH, GET IT TOGETHER, DUDE.
YOU'RE STARTING TO CREEP ME OUT.
MR. COCONUT!
NO!
BY THE WAY,
WHAT WE CONFESSED BACK THERE
STAYS BACK THERE.
OH, YEAH.
NO ARGUMENT.
DON'T WORRY, MR. COCONUT.
I SHALL NEVER LET GO.