Chris' Daughter /Total Drama Fanfic/

Chapter 12: Ocean's Eight - Or Ten

*Last time on Total Drama Action... we learned that war movies are brutal! At first, our contestants were flying high. But tensions soon ran deep when Grips couldn't capture the footlocker to win the challenge. Despite the inspiring leadership of Admiral Lindsay, Her Hotness. And while the Gaffers technically won that battle, you have to wonder if they lost the war because their biggest conflict is still with each other. In the end, even though Owen's jaw was wired shut, his heart was wide open as he faced a plus-sized voting tragedy. Was it time for Izzy to go? Again? Uh, yeah! That girl is a complete whackjob! You keep coming back for the explosive drama, I keep coming back for the perks. Car chase this week! And with only eight contestants left, the engines are on and the stereo is set to thump to the catchy opening theme song. It's time for some more Total. Drama. Action![tires squeal and crash] Aw, crap!*

We were sitting at the craft services tent, eating breakfast. Duncan, seated next to me, was craving something on the table with his knife, "What?" He asked. "Vandal," Heather scoffed before frustratingly turning to Harold, "Nerd, get up I'm sitting next to (Y/n)." She said, but Harold blew a raspberry at her. "We have to all stop acting like babies or every one of us is going home." Leshawna says, trying to ease the tension. The Gaffers gave her the cold shoulder because of her actions in an episode. I didn't care what she did, I already knew, plus I would do it too if I wanted. "Come on, you guys. What Leshawna did is for the best. Nobody needs a day at the spa like she does. In fact, you could write a tell-all book about her hairdo called 'Weave Got Problems' " Heather says. "Nobody's gonna argue with her?" Leshawna asked while Harold replied. "Sounds like an entertaining read."

It infuriated Leshawna, so she said, "I'm going back to the trailer." And before she could leave, Duncan commented. "Try not to let the door hit your butt on the way out!" "Door? It's a tent, idiot boy." Heather and Duncan told Harold to shut up when he was about to say something. "Hey (Y/n), you okay?" I heard Heather ask, noticing me playing with my food. "Woah, Ice Queen actually cares?" Duncan chuckled. Heather rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, I'm okay, just bored," I told her. "Alright." Heather replied.

Chris descends down into the tent on a rope, "What an entrance!" Beth exclaimed. "Consider it a hint as to this week's movie genre!" Chris announced, "Is it lame-o, rock-climbing, wannabe host movies?" Duncan said sarcastically, making me chuckle. "No. This week, we're paying tribute to the action-packed bank heist gangster caper film!" Chris said and I squealed, "Ocean's eleven?!" I asked standing up. "Correct... But hush-" Chris said, I groaned and sat down.

"Uh, Chris? Our team is missing a player." Justin stated, "So is ours." I replied, "But we don't care." Heather added. "Owen and Leshawna are gone, people. Because rescuing them is the first part of your challenge." The grips gasped while Duncan yawned, "Oh. Pardon me." He said. "They've both been locked up in state-of-the-art safes, along with all the tools each team will need to commit a movie perfect bank robbery. Your job is to crack the safes, rescue your teammates, grab the equipment, and try to be the first ones to rob the First National Bank of Chris. Let's kick it, gangstas."

(Timeskip brought you by Chris' hair gel)

Harold was trying to unlock it, "Let me do it!" Heather shouts, starting an argument. "Were you the captain of Picky Steve's Lock Picking Camp? Huh? No." Harold talked back. They started slapping each other, Duncan and I were watching them at the back with our arms crossed. "Why don't you do it? aren't you like experienced?" I asked him. "They're so busy trying to figure out who's the world's biggest dweeb that they totally forgot that I'm an experienced criminal! Frankly, it's little insulting." He replied and I laughed. "So, while we're waiting for them, what were you doing before this show?" He asked me and I looked at him. "Nothing much. My dads raised me. I was homeschooled, did figure skating, then tried weight lifting. I hanged out with friends and did stuff after." I told him.