Total Drama Something

The Very Last Episode, Really!

"Welcome back. We asked our finalists to record their thoughts in our confessional booth before going to the final round."

"I had a wicked time! It was awesome." - Owen

"What was it like being here for eight weeks...? It sucked. That's what." - Gwen

"You think it's easy cookin' for twenty-two ungrateful teenagers? Man, I've had better jobs in prison." - Chef

"The food was awesome!" - Owen

"At least someone's appreciative. Slavin' all day at a hot stove." - Chef

"The food... was disgusting!" - Gwen

"'Less rat droppings'. Does this look like a five-star restaurant to you!?" - Chef

"And the people were just awesome!" - Owen

"The people here... sucked. They were nothing but a bunch of backstabbing, manipulative, two-timing, fame-hungry, dim-witted, certifiably insane, really weird, psychotic, redneck, overbearing, goody-goody, know-it-all, party-obsessed jerks. I was lucky enough to meet five people who are actually sane." - Gwen

"The one thing I'll be remembered for? Uh... Hm... Well... I hope my great personality!" - Owen

"What will I be remembered for? My great personality! Okay. I'm done here." - Gwen

"Now, it's time to welcome the twenty campers who did not make it to the finals." Owen waved rapidly at everybody, as I was hanging out with Cody. Nobody really wanted to wave back at him. Plus, they were all too busy filing into their separate sides.

"Would everyone who's walked the Dock of Shame and left camp on the Boat of Losers kindly take a seat in the Peanut Gallery of Failure? The side you choose should represent who you would like to cheer on to victory in today's final competition."

I sat with Cody on the 'Gwen' side. We were quietly talking to each other, and I couldn't stop blushing. I mean, seeing him this close was just... woah... "You remind me of a little baby deer. Maybe that's why you looked so adorable in those antlers!" I put a hand on top of his head and smiled. He laughed, flustered. "W-Well, if I'm a deer... you're a puppy." I giggled. "Maybe I am."

"Gwen is going down. How do I know? Well... It's amazing how easy it is to tamper with baked goods! ~Fast acting for strong and reliable relief!~ Sucker!"

I overheard Gwen. "Why is Heather smiling like that?" I looked over, and saw she was smirking. Owen answered instead. "Maybe she just loves her new do! Or, she could just be really happy for us." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Do you ever have a bad thought about anyone?" Owen shrugged.

"Gwen, Owen. This is your chance to tell the Peanut Gallery of Failure what you would do with the money if you won, and why you deserve it?" "Well, I guess I'm pretty proud of getting this far. I mean, maybe if I can survive here, the rest of high school won't be so bad." Gwen said with a smile. Izzy burst out laughing, but quickly stopped when I gave her a cautious glare.

Gwen continued. "Well, I'm always good for my word, and I did promise to split my hundred grand with Owen. But that would still leave me a ton of cash. I guess I'd go traveling and then to university to study art history." I nodded, while Cody grinned. Leshawna cheered. "Whoo! Yeah, that's it! Girlfriend's got some goals!" Trent smiled. "Very cool."

Dad wasn't all too fussed with the peaceful talk. "Wow. That's really sweet. Boring, but sweet. Owen?" He threw his hands up into the air, and raised his voice. "I'd throw the biggest, hugest, sickest party ever! And, I'd invite everyone here! Booyah!" He even pointed at Dad.