User:Rainbowderp01/Slap Slap Revolution (Transcript)

Chris: New York! The city that eats the other cities for breakfast. Here, our competitors went to great heights to discover New York's finest, to the bosom of Lady Liberty to the Big Apple's rotten and stanky sewer core. In the end, Team Amazon claimed victory and surprise rewards, which meant no one got booted off, except the meat grinder. We have lucky number thirteen competitors still in the running. [German accent] And ve shall see who vill vin ze one million bucks zoon on Total. Drama.

[Chris]

World Tour!

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[ Theme song ]

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DJ: Man... I'm just so sick of having this stupid animal mangling curse.

Leshawna: Curse schmurse. The more you believe that trash, the more power it has over you.

DJ: Really? Wow. Maybe you're right.

Owen: Six episodes and no eliminations! [chuckles] If we were a steak, we'd be a thirty-two ounce Porterhouse! And you guys would be a tiny slice of bologna. Ha ha ha!

Alejandro: Need I remind you all that we lost the last challenge?

Owen: But with you as our leader, nothing is impossible. Heck, I'm not even afraid of flying anymore. Check this out!

[rumbling]

Owen: Ah-na-na-na-na!

Chris: Turbule-e-e-e-ence!

Owen: Ah!

[all screaming]

Tyler: Wha? Oof!

[all scream]

Owen: Spoke. Too. Ah! Soon! Help! Al, give me an Ale-hand, bro!

Alejandro: [confessional] Ugh. How dare he pervert the name of Alejandro Burromuerto?

Tyler, Izzy, and Noah: Oof!

DJ: [gasps] No! Shoo, go. You're not safe with me.

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Courtney: Winning has its privileges.

[bell dings]

Cody: Ah! No more foot rubs, Sierra! Huh? [dozing off] Ah... no more foot rubs, Sierra...

Sierra: And that's how I became the president of my fifteenth Total Drama fan club.

Heather: Great. So, you must have some idea of who's going next.

Sierra: Yep. According to my stats, no team avoids elimination six times in a row without getting O.C.T.B.I. Syndrome.

Heather: What?

Sierra: Over-Confident, Then Blowing It Syndrome.

Heather: So, what you're saying is Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really Hot is on the chopping block?

Sierra: Duh. I am H.O. For a TV reg, you're a major noob.

Heather: Uh... thanks.

Sierra: [confessional] I'm already prepping souvenirs for my post-season online charity auction. Like, everytime Heather thinks she's using me, I make a little notch in my belt. See? [real time] There, there, cutie pie.

Cody: Ah!

Sierra: Ah!

Cody: Ah!

Sierra: Ah! [giggles] Oh, you're so cute when you're terrified.

Cody: [confessional] Ugh. Does she keep her thumbs in her armpits when we're not looking?

Sierra: [confessional] Cody is so into me.

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[plane buzzes]

Noah: Whoa. Aren't those the Alps?

Chris: [German accent] [over PA] Velcome, my veinerschnitzels! In preparation for landing, please unbuckle your seatbelts and head to the cargo hold.

Chris and Chef: [chuckle]

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Leshawna: Now what?

[all scream]

Owen: Ah!

Heather: Ah!

Leshawna: Whoa! Oof! Oh, thanks, Alejandro.

Alejandro: No problem.

Lindsay: Hi, Darryl.

Tyler: It's me, Tyler! Season one, you and I were together!

Lindsay: You must have me confused with someone else. The only guy I was ever into on the show was Tyler, and he's never coming back.

[seagull cries]

DJ: No, no, no, no! Bird, you're not listening!

[German music]

Chris: [whispering] Guten tag, und wilkommen in Deutschland. A.K.A. Germany. We're in avalanche territory, so you might wanna keep it down.

Lindsay: What?! There's a sale at the Khaki Barn?! [squeals loudly]

Chris: [whispering] Welcome to today's musical challenge.

[soft musical ding]

Chris: [whispering] Avoid the song-alanche. To avoid a potentially fatal tumble down the mountain, and a suck-tacular climb back up, you better keep the singing nice and not loud.

[Noah]

Keep it down so I can win the loot

[Owen]

Try I will, but I still gotta fart

No, toot!

Noah and Heather: Shh!

[Heather]

Toot on, but you're still out of luck

You suck the lemon chuck

[Gwen]

Wait 'til you're voted out for being such a lout

[Courtney]

I'll dance a jig when Chris shoves you off the plane

[Alejandro]

When you don't hold back and lead the pack

Truly there is nothing stopping you, you, you

[Leshawna]

Swimming in your eyes, it's butterflies

And suddenly there's nothing I can do

Leshawna: Sorry, Harold.

[Lindsay]

Wait, something's itching in my brain

Someone's back in the game

My former flame

And Tyler's your name

You're Tyler just the same

Oh Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, back you came

Tyler: You remember me? Ha! She remembers me! [loudly] Yes!

[avalanche rumbles]

Noah, Owen, and Courtney: Ahh!

Owen: Ah! Ah!

Chris: [laughs] Awesome!

[all groan]

Heather: [confessional] Alejandro flirting with Leshawna? I would throw up, but he is not even worth the puke. Did you hear him back there? Even his singing is up to something. Ugh!

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Lindsay: Great news guys, Tyler is back!

Leshawna: What? Mm-mm. Girl, no way.

Lindsay: Yeah, can you believe it?

Leshawna: It's easier to just go along with it.

Owen: [panting] Huh? [sniffs] I smell... food. [panting] [gasps] Food! Oh, it's beautiful! [eating]

Chris: Easy, tiger. Don't think of this as raw meat, think of it as raw building materials. Over fifteen hundred species of sausage call Germany home, hence the theme of our most efficient challenge yet...

Chef: Shut Up Und Stuff It!