Devil's Love

That's Off the Chain!: Part 2

*Last time on TDI*

"Yeah. It used to be an outhouse, but now it's where Chef parks his road hog." Chris said, kicking the door to show everyone Chef's sweet ride. All of the guys stared at the motorcycle like it was the most beautiful thing that they'd ever seen in their whole life, except for Chris, who imagined how hot Bree would look riding on one. "Which brings us to your challenge... Building your own wheels." He finished. "Hot rods! Yes! Awesome! Give me five! Woo-hoo! Woo...Hoo." Owen sounded excited, but it died down."You'll find all the parts you need in our bike depot." Chris told them as he motioned to the pile of parts.

"Bicycles! Less awesome, but still good, right?" Owen commented.

"Once you've collected the basics, trick them out any way you want using props from the Arts-And-Crafts Center," Chris said, putting his helmet back on and getting back on his ATV. "Best design wins. And to prove I'm a nice guy, I'm even throwing in a bike manual."

As soon as Bree saw the nasty spore-covered bike manual in Heather's hands, she cringed. "Ew! It's furry!" Heather said disgustedly as she tossed the book behind her. Izzy instantly caught it; the gross book didn't freak her out. She thought that it was interesting. "Cool! Mold spores." Izzy smiled. Used to her younger cousin's weird interests, Bree didn't say anything. "Freak," Heather muttered. Hearing what the stuck-up girl said about Izzy, Bree had to restrain herself from not beating Heather. "We get first dibs." The mean girl declared.

<Confessionals>

Duncan: Finally, a challenge I can get behind. I used to build bikes back home with my brothers all the time. Okay, so I used to steal them from the dweebs down the street and crash them into the school wall. The point is, this is something I know.

Bree: This challenge will be a breeze. My dad taught my older brother and me how to build bikes by taking them apart and then putting them back together again until we got it right.

<End of Confessionals>

"Oh-oh-oh! I'm going to make my dream bike!" Owen excitedly says.

"Oh, my gosh, me, too," Lindsay said. "Every year at Christmas, I asked for a Sunset Sally Bike but never got one."

"Really? Santa never...brought you your Christmas wish?" Owen sadly said while trying not to cry.

"Man, that just ain't right," D.J. said, holding back his tears.

"Guys, this isn't a Christmas wish contest. If we want to vote the chicks out, then our bikes have to kick butt. Capiche?" Duncan told D.J. and Owen. Bree glared at the back of the bad boy's head; she heard every word. 'He's going down.' She thought, digging through the parts.

"Right. Wailing choppers." Geoff excitedly said.

"Kick butt. Yes! Let's do it!" Cheered Owen.

"Guy's Alliance. Woo-hoo!" D.J. weakly cheered, and the rest of the guys stared at him.

<Confessionals>

Heather: The guys think they're so stealth, building their little alliances. It's cute, really. But why work on your bike when you can get someone to do it for you?

Bree: Building an alliance and not telling his best friend about it, Duncan is a dead man.

<End of Confessionals>

LeShawna pats Lindsay's shoulder until Heather grabs the poor blonde's arm. "Could I just borrow her for a second?" Heather dragged Lindsay away, then pointed to Chef's cool motorcycle, "See that motor thingy with all the fancy exhausts? Dismantle it. And make it fast, before Chef gets back." Heather handed a wrench to Lindsay, who frowned and told her, "But what about my bike? I want to win, too."