Middle of nowhere, Pupanakwa

All the remaining campers were gatherered around Chris for today's challenge.

- "Afternoon, campers! How is everyone doing?" asked Chris without actually caring.

Nobody actually answered, but Chris pretended like they did anyway. "Great! Because I have an announcement!"

[Confessional]
Katie: This is it. Someone is coming back. Someone is returning!
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"Ahem, starting from today, the teams are no longer! The teams are now officially merged!" says Chris with a smile.

Everyone gasped.

[Confessional]
Humdinger: The merge! When I win, I'm going to spend my money on more money! Then, I'm going to make infinite money! Hahaha! *brushes mustache*

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Katie: I can't believe I made it all the way to the merge! Well now, I'm all eyes on the prize. Pushing Ryder aside, I'm in it to win it!
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"Today's challenge is a race through the cave. All players must head in this cave, and come out the other end, or the finish line. Don't worry, all of you will receive a bag with some objects that may or may not help you during this challenge. Also, the first player to arrive is granted automatic immunity! Ready? GO!!"

The players all went to retreive their bags, and they each received the following:

Marshall - A rope
Chase - A sausage
Tracker - A water bottle
Rocky - A flashlight
Ryder - Empty
Zuma - A bar of soap
Katie - Empty
Humdinger - A hammer
Goodway - A few rocks

[Confessional]
Goodway: What am I supposed to do with a ROCK?! Throw it?! Wait... Oh yeah, throw it. Oopsie.
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There were three forks in the path.

Left fork - Rocky, Tracker, Zuma

Central Fork - Humdinger, Goodway, Katie

Right Fork - Marshall, Chase, Ryder

Five minutes into running, and the right fork ran into a lake. "Well," said Chase. "I guess we have to swim across this."

Marshall put his head in the water to see if he could see the bottom of the underground lake, but he saw something a bit more life-threatning. "CROCODILE!"

Meanwhile, the central fork had Katie, Humdinger and Goodway running at a steady pace.

"So, Humdinger, it seems as if you trained since I last beat you in the race for Fastest Mayor last year," chuckled Goodway.

"Yeah, and I can bet my kitty carrier that I can beat you fair and square! You'll just wait and see."

[Confessional]
Katie: While those two are busy talking, it'll be time for Katie to take the lead! Yes!
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"Psst, Goodway, that blondie is getting awfully close. Wanna have some fun?" snickered Humdinger. Goodway smiled and nodded.

On a different path, Rocky and Zuma are walking side by side, with Rocky's flashlight shining the path. Tracker was shortly behind them.

[Confessional]
Zuma: I know that Twracker is planning on doing something to us, so getting rwid of him would be a big rwelief.
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"Psst, Rwocky, watch this!" giggled Zuma as he threw the bar of soap on the floor. Sure enough, Tracker slipped on the bar of soap, and fell, face first.

Rocky and Zuma burst out laughing as they quickly left the chihuahua behind, alone in the dark.

[Confessional]
Zuma: That was awesome dude!

Rocky: High Paw! *high paw*

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Tracker: Grr. They're just lucky I had better things to do.
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Back at the right fork, the trio decided they'd never get passed the lake if they kept being afraid.
"The crocs are falling asleep, let's go now!" Ryder said.

The three jumped in. The lake was about 45 meters (A/N I'll use American spelling since it's most commonly used) long, and at about one third of the trajectory, the crocodile woke up and started going after Chase.

[Confessional]
Chase: Why me?!
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Chase started panicking and started having difficulty swimming.

- GulgHEEELEEELPGulgPP!!

Marshall saw his friend in danger, and he immediately responded. He took his rope and swinged it as if it were a lasso, then threw it around the croc's mouth, tying it.

[Confessional]
Marshall: Cowboy's Marshall got it in the bag. I know a few things about being a cowboy. Or a cowpup. Hehe.
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As the three muskateers kept swimming, the rope around the croc snapped. As the they all panicked, Ryder took a look and noticed why the croc was so hungry. "Chase, your sausage! Get rid of it!"

Chase threw away the sausage, and the croc immediately lost interest in Chase. They all swam and reached the end of the lake. "Phew, that was close," panted Marshall. The other two agreed.

The central fork was approaching the finish line when the two mayors got to work. "Take this, girlie!" yelled Goodway as she threw her rocks in Katie's direction.

While Katie was distracted, Humdinger threw his hammer against the wall, which caused a rock slide.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" yells Humdinger.

Goodway and Humdinger escaped the rock slide, but Katie wasn't so lucky. "Take that, blondie!" laughed Humdinger as they ran away.

Meanwhile, Rocky and Zuma made their way into a bat's nest. "Shh, Rwocky dude, let's not wake up the bats," whispered Zuma to his mixed breed pal.

Behind them, an angry Tracker was catching up. Since last week, he was no longer afraid of the dark. But he still couldn't see a thing. Eventually, he saw a dim light, which belonged to Rocky's flashlight. "Gotcha now," he smiled.

"ARRRRGH!!" he yelled, surprising the pups and the bats. The bats started swarming and flying in every direction, making it impossible to see.

After the bats cleared, Tracker threw his water bottle at Rocky. "Ew! Wet! Wet!" he yelped.

Tracker took advantage of this moment to steal Rocky's flashlight and make a getaway.

"Haha, suckers!" he yelled as he ran right into a wall.

[Confessional]
Tracker: SON OF A B¡%#$!!
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Rocky quickly shook off the water. "I'm good," he said.

They quickly caught up to Tracker and grabbed the flashlight. "Thank you!" joked Zuma as he took the object from Tracker.

Waiting at the finish line, Chris saw the first people to make it out. "And immunity goes to... Chase!!"

1st place - Chase

2nd place (tied) - Marshall/Ryder

4th place - Goodway

5th place - Humdinger

6th place - Rocky

7th place - Zuma

"The race for first has come to an end as the race for not last has begun!" shouts Chris.

Katie and Tracker are both sprinting towards the exit, unaware that they are in last place.

"And in 8th place is...

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Katie!!"

Katie cheered as Tracker groaned. "Well campers, I'll see you all tonight at the campfire! You may all return to your cabins and rest until then. Speaking of cabins, I'm destroying one of them to make space for my new cottage after one of them from a previous season got destroyed! Have fun!"

[Confessional]
Tracker: So what if I lost! That doesn't mean I'm going home! Right?
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It was time for the elimination ceremony, and alliances were formed here and there.

"Psst, Chase, come here," whispered Rocky, who was behind a bush with Zuma. "Can you vote fowr Trwacker with us tonight?"

Chase shook his head. "Sorry guys, but I'm going for Humdinger. I promised Katie that I'd vote for him."

Rocky and Zuma were a bit sad, but told him that it's okay.

Tracker saw Goodway and Humdinger talking, so he approached them.

"Shoo, stupid mouse!" exclaimed Humdinger, shooing Tracker away with his hands.

"No, no, don't worry, he's an ally. Right, Tracker?" winked Goodway.

"Oh, sí, sí, and you can count on me to choose who you want to vote off," he smiled, trying to seem innocent.

[Confessional]
Humdinger: If Mickey Mouse over here made it all the way to the merge, he must be pretty smart. So having his vote may not be the worst idea. But I'm not gonna be trusting him that easily.

[Confessional]
Tracker: And just like that, I gained his trust. Bring him to the finale now, crush him later. This will be fun.
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"Okay, Cracker, tonight we're voting for Katie, got it?"

[Confessional]
Tracker: Ugh, I had it with him. As if Mickey Mouse wasn't bad enough. But now, CRACKER?!! SHKSJSKJSSKSKSJSKSLSBISLSNLSSSHAAAHH!!!
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- Okay campers, this will be your first elimination as individuals, and not as a team. Other than that, it's the same deal. Campers, cast your votes!

[Confessional]
Chase: Humdinger.

[Confessional]
Rocky: Tracker.
Zuma: No doubt he's going out! High paw! *misses and shatters the camera screen* Oops. Hehe.

[Confessional]
Marshall: I really don't know who to vote for! Everything's been a huge mess ever sin- *knock knock* Huh? Who's that?
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It was Tracker. "Hola, amigo, pal, BFF, you trust me, right?"

Marshall, oblivious to Tracker's evil schemes, nodded hesitantly.

"Great!" he replied. "Can I trust on your vote against Katie tonight? Thanks!" then he ran off.

"Tracker, waitt!" he ran after him but tripped and fell. "Ouchie."

- Alright campers, said Chris. You all have casted your votes, and the following campers are safe.

- Chase,

- Marshall,

- Rocky,

- Zuma,

- Ryder,

- and Goodway.

Humdinger, you may be going home because you nearly killed Katie today, and you're a failed version of an evil mayor.

Katie, you may be going home because, well, um, I actually don't know. Isn't life unfair?

Anyway, the last marshmallow goes to...
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Humdinger called Katie a dumb dumb blondie.
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Humdinger.

"Ha, take that, Barbie Doll!" he blew a wet raspberry at her.

"You're disgusting,"  replied Katie as she wipes Humdinger's saliva off her face.

Chris gave a big smile. "Less complaining, and more throwing! Turbot! Come lend a hand, would ya?"

Out of the boat of losers, came the familiar friendly captain. "Horatio, do the honors and throw her into the boat please!" smiled Chris.

"Gotcha Chris!" he pulls Katie, who's holding on to a lamp post. "Flipping Fighting Females! This one's furiously fiesty!"

Turbot eventually manages to pull Katie, but the lamp post got ripped off too. He threw her in and started went to the steering wheel. The boat shortly departed after.

[Confessional]
Ryder: I can't say I'm not sad. Katie was the only person I can talk to normally! All the pups have completely changed mentally, and the other people are kinda crazy. I guess I'll manage without her."
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12am, Boys Cabin
All the boys but two fell asleep.

"Hey Rocky, can't sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Me neither."

"What's up, Marshall?"

"I'm kinda scared."

"How so?"

"It's just... I feel like I can't trust anyone besides Ryder. Everyone is so competitive."

"Hey, don't worry Marshall, you've always got me."

"Are you sure?"

"Promise."

"Thanks, Rocky."

"Anytime.

Marshall, whatever you do, you cannot trust Tracker, okay? He's evil."

"I know. He's been acting really suspicious today. Thanks for telling me, Rocky."

"Anytime."

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a bit sad."

"Why?"

"There was a girl I liked, and we started dating. Then she got kicked. I really miss her."

"That sucks. I'm sorry man."

"Don't worry about it."

"Hey. Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course. What is it Marshall?

"I liked a girl too."

"Really? Who?"

"Everest."

To be continued...