- Last time, on Total Drama: The Obsta-Kill course! The contestants all ran across various sectors of the island, with a few fun twists across the way, courtesy of me. Everest tried to get up on Zuma's good side, but failed. Humdinger got Everest, Zuma, and Tracker injured, which resulted in a penalty. And Tracker made his way up to Everest's heart, which broke Marshall's heart. In the end, Marshall won the challenge and Humdinger got the boot. But that was then, and this is Total Drama PAW Patrol!
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8am, The Dock
It was a cloudy morning in Pupanakwa. The final four contestants all headed towards the dock for today's challenge.

"Mornin' sunishine, you look absolutely stunning today," smiled Tracker at Everest.

[Confessional]
Everest: I don't even know if I can trust Tracker anymore! With the stone, he can cut me out! But Tracker's no threat: he's such a nice pup!
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From a distance, Marshall was glaring at Everest and Tracker. "Common enemies, eh?" Zuma rested his arm on his shoulder. Marshall grunted. "Mm. More like heartbreaker and snaky."

[Confessional]
Zuma: If I can get Marshall into an alliance, I might get the chance to kick Tracker off! After all, they did have some bad blood in the past week with all that Everest drama.
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Tracker smiled at Everest. "Come on, mí amor, lets go together to the final two!" Everest unconvingly replied. "Yeaah, together."

[Confessional]
Tracker: It is seemingly obvious that Everest is losing interest in me! If she reveals my secret, everyone is going to vote against me! That cannot happen. Therefore, a little trickery wouldn't hurt anyone. And by anyone, I mean me.
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Tracker went to talk a bit to Marshall. "Hey, amigo, how about we form an alliance? Forget about our past? Just you and me to the finale? What do you say?"

Marshall stared him down. "Girlfriend stealer!" he pushed Tracker into the water.

"Woohoo, you tell him!" yelled Zuma enthusiastically, trying to get on Marshall's good side.

Everest pushed Marshall aside, leaving her alone with Zuma. "Look, I can see what you're trying to do. I saw you when you got the statue. You're voice was all different, and your lisp was gone. You can't fool me, Zuma."

Zuma cocked an eyebrow at the husky. "Well, I'd like to thank you fowr noticing that my lisp has improved, but it's not perfect. And for the voice part, clean youwr head! You're not hearing right! Also, the next time you start fake rwumors about me, I won't let you go as easily."

[Confessional]
Everest: Maybe it was the wind that made his voice register sound different! But he's probably just lying. I gotta keep a closer eye on him.

[Confessional]
Zuma: So she thinks I'm nuts. Gwreat. I gotta kick her out before she tells everyone about the statue! Either way, I think Chris said the statues expire after tonight's ceremony? I'll just have to wait and find out.
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- Mornin' campers! How's everyone sleep been?

"Why do you have to start the challenge this early?" yawned Marshall.

- Because I want to. Either way, starting from now, pack your bags, because we're spending the following challenges from the city you all came from, Adventure Bay!

[Confessional]
Tracker: Of course, that excludes me. I come from the jungle. The jungle that nobody cares about. Boo hoo.
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- For the first part of the challenge, you must all get on a boat, and drive to Adventure Bay. The first one to arrive will get a major advantage in the second half of the challenge! Get your bags and meet me here in ten!

[Confessional]
Marshall: I'm so glad we're returning to Adventure Bay! I really miss Ryder! I hope I'll see him there!
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Ten minutes later. . .

-Challenge START!!

The teams each chose a boat, some working better than others. Tracker takes an early lead, with Zuma right behind him, and Marshall in third, leaving Everest in dead last. The husky revved her engine, but the boat wouldn't budge.

[Confessional]
Everest: Dead motor? Crap. I need Tracker right now.
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"Wait, Tracker!" she yelled. Tracker stopped the boat. "My boat motor died. Can I come on yours?"

[Confessional]
Tracker: And wham! Just like that, she's back on Team Tracker.
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Tracker smiled slyly. "Of course babe, but on one condition: You promise that you will not vote against me for as long as you are in the game!"

[Confessional]
Everest: I have to.
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Everest nodded. "Deal. Now lets go!"

Tracker and Everest are now far behind Marshall and Zuma, but they intended on catching up. The clouds were darkening above them, and the tension between the four began to rise. The shimmering water barely reflected the dim sunlight, which brought an unsettling atmosphere to the race!

"So, Everest, babe," said Tracker. "After the challenge, uh, we can go chill on the beach, uh, if it's cool with you," he drawled.

Everest rolled her eyes. "Um, I'll keep it into consideration."

Tracker turned his head back around, switching the motor boat into full blast. The motor made a weird sound, and then rapidly accelerated. A smile formed onto his face as he started catching up to the competition.

Up front, Marshall and Zuma were racing neck to neck, occasionally bumping into each other. "Marshall, we need to talk," urged Zuma. "Now."

To Zuma's surprise, Marshall didn't stop at all. In fact, he increased his speed, still convulsed over the Everest situation. Marshall took a big lead, leaving Zuma in second. "Welp," he squealed.

[Confessional]
Zuma: If I can't get Marshall into an alliance fast, I may be the next one going home!
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Shortly behind them, Tracker blared out the horn, proclaiming that he was catching up. "We're coming, Zuma," he snarled. Tracker bashed his boat right into Zuma's, leaving a large dent in the stern of the yacht. Zuma blew a raspberry at him. "Can't catch me!" he teased.

[Confessional]
Tracker: That little son of a-
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Irritated, Tracker once more hit the accelerate brake, causing his boat to ram into Zuma's again, this time causing a fracture, leading to a hole. "This is ridiculous!" Zuma cried. He tried to steer away, but the boat was gorged with water. The yacht shortly floundered to the bottom of the lake.

Luckily for Zuma, he was an able swimmer. He swam faster than Tracker could steer, which made Tracker even more cross. "ARGH!!" screeched Tracker, slamming his fist against the floor. He was more than angry. He was raging.

Having nobody behind him, Marshall decided to slow the boat a bit. But at that instant, he saw something short, green, and full of life. "Grass!" he proclaimed. At his rate, he could arrive in Adventure Bay from 5 to 10 minutes.

As Marshall reached the coast of Adventure Bay, he felt something swim past him. He peers over the margin of the boat, and sees the water pup zoom past him. Marshall scrambled back to the pedal, and hit it with his paw as hard as he could. Sadly, he couldn't compete with Zuma's speed.

Zuma arrived at the seashore, where Chris awaited him. "Congratulations! You're first! Or not so much, because you chose to swim instead of driving the boat. Two minute penalty."

"Hey, my boat was sinking! I didn't choose to abandon it!" he objected.

"Yada yada yada, sink or not, doesn't matter! You broke the rules, which means you get to suffer!" he tattled as he gestured with his hand.

Forty-five seconds in, and the contestants started to come into view. Tracker and Everest were slowly catching up behind Marshall, but he kept cutting them off. Tracker had enough of playing nice, so he bumped into Marshall's boat, causing it to tip over.

Marshall spat out some water and flipped the yacht back over. "This race isn't over yet," he gnarled.

[Confessional]
Marshall: Tracker's going down.
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Marshall hit drive. He slammed his boat into Tracker's. He slammed it again. And again. And again. Suddenly, Tracker's boat stopped completely. Tracker desperately punched the motor, hoping for it to start once more. "Stupid, stupid boat!" he yelled.

As Marshall was about to reach shore, Tracker's boat exploded after being hit one too many times. The explosion sent both Everest and Tracker flying towards shore at excessive speed. Marshall made a dive towards the shore, and landed with a large thud, followed by the two explosion victims.

-Penalty over! Marshall wins first place! Everest and Tracker are tied for second, and Zuma comes in dead last.

Marshall beamed. "I won? Woohoo!"

- Anyway, for the second part of the challenge, we're headed off to Mr. Porters to cook a pizza for moi! The winner will be determined by the judge, me, once again. If you win, you receive immunity, and for being the winner of the first part of the challenge, Marshall will get a three minute head-start on the baking, along with a full recipe with instructions!

"How's that fair?" fussed Everest.

- Oh, it isn't. It's not a fair game, folks. Only the winner gets privileges! Now, without further ado, meet me at the bakery in 5. Your challenge awaits.

5 minutes later...
- Alright campers, our challenge will be located right here.

Mr. Porter complained. "Hey! You can't just use my baking store for yourself!"

Chris smiled in return. "Actually, it says so right here, in your contract." He pointed at Porter's papers.

- Also, everything you need to make the pizza can be found here in the kitchen. Ready? Marshall only, challenge start!

Marshall scrambled through the kitchen, picking out the ingredients. He wanted to make something more than acceptable, something extraordinary. Carefully following the instructions, he picked out the ingredients, and started flattening the dough.

- Everyone else, start now!!

Tracker picked out the simplest ingredients, including tomato sauce and cheese. Everest and Zuma were fighting over the last bag of pepperoni. "Let go!" grunted Zuma.

"You first," responded Everest, pulling even harder. Eventually, the bag split, and the pepperoni slices exploded everywhere. "Now look what you've done," whispered Everest angrily.

Marshall took his time. He carefully placed his pizza in the oven, turned it over to exactly 260 degrees (according to the manual), and let it cook patiently.

Tracker was rushing to get the job done. He quickly spread the tomato sauce, then sprinkled the cheese bits asymmetrically. He shoved the pizza into the oven, twisted the handle to 400 degrees to cook faster, and shut the oven door.

Everest and Zuma were both lacking many ingredients. They both had 4 pieces of pepperoni, a quarter of a bag of cheese, and a packet of ketchup to replace the tomato sauce. Both wanting to finish as fast as possible, they crammed both their pizzas into the same oven.

- Ding!

Marshall's pizza has finished. He placed it in front of Chris, shortly followed by Tracker, then Everest and Zuma.

Chris examined the pizza. As he looked at Tracker's, his pizza crumbled into black dust. Tracker laughed nervously.

He then examined Everest's pizza. It was mushed together with Zuma's. It had an unclean, unattractive aspect to it. Cheese was flowing everywhere, sauce was leaking, and the dough was merged into one.

Without even having to taste Marshall's pizza, he knew who had the best cooking skills and has won.

- Marshall wins the challenge! The rest of you, I'll see you tonight at the lodge, where we will be hosting the elimination ceremony.

Marshall cheered. Two challenges in a row! Now, he has a guaranteed spot into the final three. That challenge was all the confidence he needed to forget about Everest. For now.

9:45PM, the lodge
The elimination ceremony was about to begin in fifteen minutes. It was time to talk strategy for the contestants.

[Confessional]
Zuma: WHERE'S MY RWOCK?! Who took my rwock?! The invincibility stone!!
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Everest pulled Tracker over to her behind some bushes. "Tonight, we vote out Zuma. Understood?" Tracker nodded in agreement, then pulled her in even closer. "And don't you dare vote for me, because I am going to avenge myself on you. Understood?" Everest rolled her eyes and nodded.

[Confessional]
Tracker: I obviously don't trust her anymore, but right now, Zuma is the best choice. So I'll pretend that I care.
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- Alright campers, welcome to the lodge. After tonight's elimination, four will become three. Now campers, you may cast your votes.

[Confessional]
Marshall: Tracker. I'll get Everest later.
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- Campers, your votes have been cast. I am going to announce all the votes, to add to the tension.

The first vote is against Zuma.

One vote against Tracker.

One vote against Everest.

And the final vote goes against. . .

[Confessional]
Everest: Worse case scenario, I get eliminated. But no way that's gonna happen.
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Zuma.

With a a vote of 2-1-1, Zuma is eliminated from the competition.

Zuma groaned. "Well, at least I'm closewr to home now." He let out a large sigh, and started to head home.

- Luckily for you, this is a NON-ELIMINATION ROUND!! WOOHOO! YOU'RE STILL IN THE GAME!

Zuma perked. "Yes! Take that Evewrest!" he spat out. Everest crossed her arms and looked away, disapproving of Chris's declaration. Tracker scoffed.

[Confessional]
Zuma: That was too close. The invincibility stone is invalid now, so there's no point in searching for it. I just need to get Marshall on my team. Fast.
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12:20am
Zuma and Marshall were getting ready to go to bed. Zuma was still trying to get Marshall into the alliance, but he refused. "I know what you were hiding, so stop faking it."

Zuma was uncertain. "What do you mean?"

Marshall snapped. "You had the invincibility statue!!" he yelled angrily.

Now it was Zuma's turn to snap. "You know about the statue because you stole it!!!"

Marshall slapped Zuma lightly. "No, I didn't, but I know who did do it."

Zuma raised his voice. "Then why didn't you tell me before??"

Marshall's voice lowered and head drooped. "Because I was shocked that you were hiding a secret from me."

Zuma realized what he had done. "I'm sorry Marshall," he apologized.

Marshall smiled slightly. "It's okay pal, we all make mistakes. By the way, Tracker was the one who stole the statue."

"What? Really?"

"Yep."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why were you flirting with Everest the other day?"

"Ugh, she's so annoying. She came up to me and started acting all weird. I guess she's with Tracker now."

"She's kinda strange."

"Wanna vote her off next time?"

"With pleasure."

"Perfect."