Chris: Last week, the dry desert heat baked our favorite partners like roadkill on the blacktop. But crispy bottoms or not, they still had to mount their ancient steed… from a hundred foot platform! Haha. But that wasn’t all. A calf-roping contest had the teams lasso each other. When Trent’s crazy love act led him to throw challenges for Gwen, she gave him the old heave-ho. And then she got busted by his furious teammates, which led to some Total Drama. Well, poor old deputy Trent found himself hitching a ride on the 3:10 to Loonyville. The Screaming Gaffers won the west, and only eleven remain! Stay tuned to find out who will win this week. Could it be… the Grips?
Owen: Hey, we heard that!
Beth: It could still happen! We’re not losers!
Chris: Right. See for yourself next on Total. Drama. Action!
Harold, Duncan, and Owen: [snoring]
[air horn blares]
Duncan: Huh!
[crunch]
Duncan: Whiz dibs, I called it. Hey, a little help?
Justin: This is day twelve of my manicure. To risk any more cuticle damage would be madness.
Owen: Dudes, I got this.
Harold: [gasps] Uh-oh. [confessional] Rule number one, do not wake Owen’s beast within first thing in the morning.
Owen: [grunting] Come on!
Harold: Owen, we had cowboy beans last night! You’re seriously risking a toxic gas leak!
Owen: That’s all I am to you? Some kind of human fart machine?
Duncan: Ah, we just value our lives is all, all right big guy?
Owen: Aw, I love you guys. And I promise I’ll never ever blow another morning– [farts] Starting now. [farts] I mean, now.
Duncan, Justin, and Harold: [coughing]
Gwen: They’ve gotta open the door, right?! I have claustrophobia.
Heather: Oh, boohoo. This trailer is as tight as the space between Lindsay’s ears.
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Total drama action (Alaia back)
Fanfictionshe's back for redemption yep Alaia staring with her own music and modeling career but she wants to redeem herself to be the top well atleast make it towards the end
