What if the sisters were in Total Drama Action

The Chefskank Redemption

Chris: Last week, the dry desert heat baked our favorite partners like roadkill on the blacktop. But crispy bottoms or not, they still had to mount their ancient steed... from a hundred foot platform! Haha. But that wasn't all. A calf-roping contest had the teams lasso each other. When Trent's crazy love act led him to throw challenges for Gwen, she gave him the old heave-ho. And then she got busted by his furious teammates, which led to some Total Drama. Well, poor old deputy Trent found himself hitching a ride on the 3:10 to Loonyville. The Screaming Gaffers won the west, and only eleven remain! Stay tuned to find out who will win this week. Could it be... the Grips?

Owen: Hey, we heard that!

Beth: It could still happen! We're not losers!

Chris: Right. See for yourself next on Total. Drama. Action!

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Harold, Duncan, and Owen: [snoring]

[air horn blares]

Duncan: Huh!

[crunch]

Duncan: Whiz dibs, I called it. Hey, a little help?

Justin: This is day twelve of my manicure. To risk any more cuticle damage would be madness.

Owen: Dudes, I got this.

Harold: [gasps] Uh-oh. [confessional] Rule number one, do not wake Owen's beast within first thing in the morning.

Owen: [grunting] Come on!

Harold: Owen, we had cowboy beans last night! You're seriously risking a toxic gas leak!

Owen: That's all I am to you? Some kind of human fart machine?

Duncan: Ah, we just value our lives is all, all right big guy?

Owen: Aw, I love you guys. And I promise I'll never ever blow another morning– [farts] Starting now. [farts] I mean, now.

Duncan, Justin, and Harold: [coughing]

Gwen: They've gotta open the door, right?! I have claustrophobia.

Heather: Oh, boohoo. This trailer is as tight as the space between Lindsay's ears.

Lindsay: Aw, thank you!

Kitty: Actually, I think it's kind of fun. It's like one of those escape rooms! Except, you know, without clues. Or air.

Gwen: Up there! Maybe one of us can squeeze through!

Heather: What?

Emma: It's a vent. If we can get it open, someone small enough can climb out and unlock the door.

Gwen: [confessional] Things have been a little tense lately. I feel bad about how much Trent has been stressing over the game. We've talked it out, but I still can't shake the feeling that karma's coming for me anyway. Everyone's got an Achilles heel. Mine's Trent. But Heather? Oh, she's got a whole list. Glittery objects, new hair products, and shameless flattery, to name a few.

Gwen: [real time] Of course, only the tooth-pickiest of us is gonna fit through that vent. I'm talking model thin. Though surely, the most athletic of us would wanna show off her natural sleekness.

Emma: [under her breath to Kitty] You've gotta admire the way Gwen sets people up.

Kitty: It's like watching a magician work.

Heather: [sighing] For once, I agree with you. I'll do it.

Leshawna: Sometimes, I really wish I was one of the guys.