- Last time, on Total Drama! The final four contestants were all-in for a race towards the lookout in the former contestant's vehicles! Everest and Zuma's rivalry continued on, while Tracker and Marshall made a small alliance against Everest. In the end, Tracker won immunity and Everest got kicked off! Who will rise to the final two? Find out here, on Total Drama Paw Patrol!
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9am, the Lodge
Marshall, Tracker and Zuma. The final three contestants. They have come all this way for one grand prize. Team playing, team switching, alliance making and breaking, strategizing, these three have done it all! But only one of them will have receive the grand title of champion. And one of them are going home today.

The three wake up all at the same time due to a high-pitched frequency sound. Tracker fell out of his bed and crashed on the floor.

[Confessional]
Tracker: Mierda! Qué fue eso?
[]

Zuma and Marshall walked outside, but they saw nothing. No sign of Chris, no sign of anything.

[Confessional]
Zuma: Not cool. Firwst the sound, then this? I'm almost done with this show. Almost.
[]

Tracker came and joined the two.
He tripped on a small round object, which turned out to be a hologram receptor. It activated.

- Hello campers! Zzzt. I Zzzz come tzZz save me ZztZ winner zZtZ goes into zZzZt final zT two zZzzt tzZtTzzt zTztluck!

The three pups were confused. Save Chris? They never had a challenge like this before!

"Guys," said Marshall. "We need to keep walkie-talkies to let each other know where we are."

Tracker and Zuma scoffed at the same time. "Whatever," they said simulteanously.

Marshall handed them both walkie-talkies that he found in the storage area.

[Confessional]
Tracker: I need to be able to get into an alliance with Marshall again. It's the only way I'll get into the final two!
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"Marshall! Hey!" said Tracker, panting. "Care to form an alliance with me?"

Marshall laughed. "Nice try!"

[Confessional]
Marshall: No way. This pup is going solo! Tracker can go find someone else!

[Confessional]
Tracker: I'm guessing that was a no. Maldición!
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Zuma headed over to the lookout to search for any hints. As he entered, he heard a familiar voice.

"Zuma!" It was Rocky. He was still in a cast.

Zuma and Rocky hugged. "How is the challenge going?" he asked.

"Well, actually, I'm seawrching for Chris right now," he replied.

[Confessional]
Zuma: Wow. I can't believe that Rwocky's still in a cast! I almost let the real antagonist slip away. Twracker, I'm keeping an eye on you.
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Zuma looked at Rocky's cast and reassured him. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll get Tracker eliminated."

[Confessional]
Rocky: I hope so. Tracker is a slick eel. He got Skye, Katie, Chase and I eliminated. He needs to watch out. But Zuma isn't ever going to trust him. Right?
[]

Meanwhile, Tracker went back to his hometown to search for Chris: The Jungle.

[Confessional]
Tracker: Ah, yes. The jungle. Chris has to be here. It's the best place in the world!
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Tracker reached the ruins. He walked into the temple. Carlos always likes to explore, he thought. Maybe he could help me find Chris.

As he walked down the hall, he saw an obscure shadow swinging around. He turned around. It was just Mandy the monkey.

Mandy suddenly stepped on a pressure plate, causing the entrance to crumble down. She got out just fine, but Tracker wasn't so lucky. He was enclosed into four walls, and had no escape. Everything was dark. Then it came back to him. I'm scared of the dark.

[Confessional]
Tracker: That was the most terrifying experience of my life. I swear I am going to kill that estupido mono when I get out.
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Zuma knew he would get around faster by car, so he took his hovercraft and drove around Adventure Bay.

Zuma stopped at Katie's. Katie wasn't home, but someone else was. As Zuma searched for clues, something light hit the top of his head. He looked up: Cali dropped a shampoo bottle. He sighed and continued searching.

Zuma checked Mr. Porter's restaurant. Nothing. He then checked city hall. Absolutely no sign of Chris. Nothing on Main Street, nothing on The Beaches.

[Confessional]
Zuma: This is really hard. I don't even know what I'm looking for! How am I supposed to find Chris like this?
[]

Meanwhile, Marshall was looking around Jake's Mountain. He searched ontop every tree and hill, yet no sign of nothing.

The dally was about to give up. He was searching around the cabin perimeter for a chair to sit on, when he found a message engraved into the walls of the cabin.

If you care to find thee,
Search from where begined ye.

[Confessional]
Marshall: What could that mean? If I care to find thee? What's thee? I don't speak Shakespeare!
[]

Marshall pressed and held down a button on his talkie. "Zuma, Tracker, come back to the lodge. I think I found something."

[Confessional]
Marshall: Was that a smart idea?
[]

Zuma received the message and headed over to the lodge. But Tracker had almost no signal, and the message was blurred.

[Confessional]
Tracker: I know that Marshall's found something. If Zuma gets there before me, it may be game over for me!
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Tracker starts to yell really loudly for help. The darkness was also getting to his head. But as he yelled, boulders came crashing down.

[Confessional]
Tracker: I thought I was gonna die.
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Tracker gulped. Suddenly, an arm grabbed him and carried him outside. "Carlos!" Tracker said as he licked his owner's face.

[Confessional]
Tracker: Carlos! He will bring me to Marshall!

[Confessional]
Carlos: Everest, if you're watching this, you're right! I am overprotective! But it's for a good reason!
[]

Carlos smiled. "Come on, lets go to Marshall!"

Carlos and Tracker hopped in his safari jeep and drove off to Jake's lodge.

Meanwhile, Marshall was waiting for Zuma and Tracker, when a shadow pulled him into the cabin. "Mmph!" was all he could say before he was dragged inside.

[Confessional]
Marshall: I thought I was gonna get assulted!
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The figure let go of Marshall and revealed itself. "Everest," he growled.

The husky seductively licked her lips. "Look, Marshall. I brought you here to make a deal with you. Here's my offer: I tell you where Chris is, and you split the million 50-50% with me if you win. Deal?"

[Confessional]
Marshall: Ugh. It's a really hard deal. After all she's done. And I really need to spend all the money for my new truck. Ryder and I are gonna build it from scratch!
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Marshall sighed. Everest circled him like a snake, batting her eyes. She came up close to him and whispers: I'll give our relationship a second chance.

[Confessional]
Marshall: No way. She's bluffing.
[]

Everest smirked. "Not convinced? I'll-

The door swung open, and Zuma walked in. Just then, Everest mysteriously dissapeared. Marshall heard an echo. "Think about it. . ." It faded off.

"So, what is it?" asked Zuma.

Marshall showed him the engravement on the side of the lodge.

[Confessional]
Zuma: This was the most obvious riddle i've ever read. I'm sorry Marshall, but you're kinda stupid.
[]

If you care to find thee,
Search from where begined ye.

"It's saying that if we want to find Chrwis, we need to go search where we first met him! That means Pupanakwa! Let's go!" says Zuma.

Zuma and Marshall run over to the beach, and get on Turbot's boat.

[Confessional]
Zuma: I feel a bit guilty for using his boat without his pewmission, but we're super tight so he won't be mad. I hope.
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Zuma started the engine. "Next stop, Pupanakwa!"

The boat was moving slowly and steadily. They were starting to worry if Tracker had already arrived there. "Marshall, go downstairs to see if there's anything wrong with the motor. Now."

[Confessional]
Marshall: I don't appreciate his tone. If he keeps it up, I might choose to bring Tracker with me to the final two instead!
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Minutes passed, and Marshall hasn't come back up from the basement of the boat.

[Confessional]
Zuma: Wow. He's slow-minded and slow-working! I can't believe it!
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Zuma was getting annoyed by Marshall's slowness, amd decided to go fix things himself. He went downstairs, but no sign of Marshall. Suddenly, Zuma felt something grab him and pull him back. "Tracker," he growled.

Marshall got locked in the storage room by Tracker. Zuma tackled Tracker to the ground, but Tracker kicked him back and Zuma was sent flying backwards, against a wall.

Zuma got up weakly. He grabbed a metal pipe and flinged it at Tracker. Tracker ducked, and Marshall, who managed to unlock the door, received a pipe to the face and was knocked out.

[Confessional]
Zuma: Oopsie. Heh.
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As Tracker and Zuma continued to fight, Tracker suddenly came to a stop and a realization: Nobody was steering the boat.

As they both scrambled to get to the steering wheel, Tracker decided to let Zuma steer so he could go wake Marshall.

[Confessional]
Tracker: If I get Marshall into an alliance, we can throw Zuma overboard!
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As Tracker went downstairs, he noticed that Marshall went missing. Where could he be?

Zuma was starting to have difficulty steering, as a thick fog started to englobe the flounder. Suddenly, a metal pipe hit him in the back of the head, and Zuma was knocked out.

"Revenge," smirked Marshall.

Tracker came back to the steering room. "Hey Zuma, I-

Tracker stopped himself when he saw Marshall holding the large metal pipe.

[Confessional]
Tracker: Wow. I did not see that coming.
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Tracker put his arm around Marshall's. "Hey buddy, come on, we can always make an alliance against Zuma!"

Marshall paused. "Do you know what I hate more than being knocked out?"

Tracker gulped. He didn't want to give out the wrong answer to an angry dally with a metal pipe.

Marshall raised his pole and yelled. "YOU!!"

Marshall smacked Tracker with the pole. Tracker went flying across the room, broke the glass, and flew overboard.

Tracker was having difficulty remaining above the surface. Marshall was now the only conscious mind onboard. But he quickly ran into another problem: A huge rock!

Marshall had no idea how to steer the boat. He thought the boat was gonna crash, so he took a lifejacket and jumped off the boat, joining Tracker.

Zuma woke up. He looked in front of him and his heart starting beating rapidly. He took the boat and veered to the right, away from the rock. He was saved.

[Confessional]
Zuma: Was Marshall trying to kill me? I mean the pole thing was an accident. I prwomise!
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As Zuma continued to steer the boat through the fog, he noticed a familiar island with a familiar sign. On the sign, something was written. Zuma read it.

FOGGY BOTTOM.

(A/N: Thank you for reading! Who do you think will get eliminated next? And who will make it into the final two? Comment below!)