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>> Chris: LAST TIME ON
"TOTAL DRAMA ACTION"...
WE LEARNED THAT WAR MOVIES ARE
BRUTAL.
AT FIRST, OUR CONTESTANTS WERE
FLYING HIGH, BUT TENSIONS SOON
RAN DEEP WHEN THE GRIPS COULDN'T
CAPTURE THE FOOT LOCKER TO WIN
THE CHALLENGE, DESPITE THE
INSPIRING LEADERSHIP OF
ADMIRAL LINDSAY, HER HOTNESS.
AND WHILE THE GAFFERS
TECHNICALLY WON THAT BATTLE, YOU
HAVE TO WONDER IF THEY LOST THE
WAR, BECAUSE THEIR BIGGEST
CONFLICT IS STILL WITH EACH
OTHER.
IN THE END, EVEN THOUGH OWEN'S
JAW WAS WIRED SHUT, HIS HEART
WAS WIDE OPEN, AS HE FACED A
PLUS-SIZED VOTING TRAGEDY.
WAS IT TIME FOR IZZY TO GO...
AGAIN?
UH, YEAH!
THAT GIRL IS A COMPLETE WACKJOB.
YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR THE
EXPLOSIVE DRAMA...
I KEEP COMING BACK FOR THE
PERKS.
CAR CHASE THIS WEEK.
AND WITH ONLY EIGHT CONTESTANTS
LEFT, THE ENGINES ARE ON AND THE
STEREO IS SET TO THUMP TO THE
CATCHY OPENING THEME SONG.
IT'S TIME FOR SOME MORE
"TOTAL...DRAMA...ACTION"!
[ TIRES SQUEAL ]
AW, CRAP!
>> ♪ DEAR MOM AND DAD,
I'M DOING FINE ♪
♪ YOU GUYS ARE ON MY MIND ♪
♪ YOU ASKED ME
WHAT I WANTED TO BE ♪
♪ AND NOW I THINK THE ANSWER
IS PLAIN TO SEE ♪
♪ I WANT TO BE FAMOUS ♪
♪ I WANT TO LIVE
CLOSE TO THE SUN ♪
♪ WELL, PACK YOUR BAGS,
'CAUSE I'VE ALREADY WON ♪
♪ EVERYTHING TO PROVE,
NOTHING IN MY WAY ♪
♪ I'LL GET THERE ONE DAY ♪
♪ 'CAUSE I WANNA BE FAMOUS ♪
♪ NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ I WANNA BE ♪
♪ I WANNA BE ♪
♪ I WANNA BE FAMOUS ♪
♪ I WANNA BE ♪
♪ I WANNA BE ♪
♪ I WANNA BE FAMOUS ♪
[ WHISTLING ]
>> Duncan: WHAT?
>> Heather: VANDAL!
NERD!
>> Harold: PBHT!
>> Leshawna: WE HAVE TO ALL STOP
ACTING LIKE BABIES, OR EVERY ONE
OF US IS GOING HOME.
>> Harold: EVERY SINCE LESHAWNA
SOLD US ALL UP THE RIVER FOR A
DAY AT THE SPA, I'VE FINALLY
COME TO SEE THAT SHE'S ONLY
LOOKING OUT FOR HERSELF.
OF COURSE, IF I LOOKED LIKE
THAT, I'D PROBABLY JUST LOOK AT
MYSELF ALL DAY, TOO.
UH, BUT SHE'S A BAD, SELFISH
PERSON.
BAD! SO BAD.
>> Heather: COME ON, YOU GUYS.
WHAT LESHAWNA DID IS FOR THE
BEST.
NOBODY NEEDS A DAY AT THE SPA
LIKE SHE DOES.
IN FACT, YOU COULD WRITE A
TELL-ALL BOOK ABOUT HER HAIRDO
CALLED "WEAVE GOT PROBLEMS."
>> Leshawna: NOBODY'S GONNA
ARGUE WITH HER?
>> Harold: SOUNDS LIKE AN
ENTERTAINING READ.
>> Leshawna: I'M GOING BACK TO
THE TRAILER.
>> Duncan: TRY NOT TO LET THE
DOOR HIT YOUR BUTT ON THE WAY
OUT!
>> Heather: DOOR?
IT'S A TENT, IDIOT BOY.
>> Duncan: UH, IT'S A FIGURE OF
SPEECH.
>> Harold: WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE
SAID WAS, "DON'T LET THE FLAP
FLUTTER --"
>> Duncan: SHUT UP, HAROLD.
>> Leshawna: THEY'RE GONNA PAY.
LESHAWNA'S REVENGE -- HEY!
UGH!
>> Beth: I FEEL SO LUCKY TO
STILL BE HERE.
>> Owen: AND I AM BACK ON TRACK!
MY JAW'S UNWIRED AND BACK IN
BUSINESS.
I CAN FINALLY EAT LIKE NORMAL
PEOPLE.
HA HA HA!
[ CHOMP! CHOMP! ]
>> Justin: OR LIKE 10 NORMAL
PEOPLE.
[ SIZZLING ]
>> Owen: [ SNIFFING ]
SORRY, YOU GUYS, BUT THERE'S A
GREAT SMELL COMING FROM CHEF'S
STEAM TABLE, AND SECONDS ARE
A-WASTIN'.
AW, MAN! IT WAS JUST STEAM!
MY SNIFFER MUST BE GETTING
RUSTY.
YOO-HOO! CHEFFY-POO!
♪ COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER
YOU ARE! ♪
UGH!
[ MUFFLED SHOUTING ]
[ HYDRAULICS WHIR ]
[ WHOOSH! ]
>> Beth: WHAT AN ENTRANCE!
>> Chris: CONSIDER IT A HINT AS
TO THIS WEEK'S MOVIE GENRE.
>> Duncan: IS IT "LAME-O,
ROCK-CLIMBING, WANNABE HOST"
MOVIES?
>> Chris: NO.
THIS WEEK, WE'RE PAYING TRIBUTE
TO THE ACTION-PACKED
"BANK HEIST, GANGSTER, CAPER"
FILM.
>> Justin: UH, CHRIS, OUR TEAM
IS MISSING A PLAYER.
>> Heather: SO IS OURS, BUT WE
DON'T CARE.
>> Chris: OWEN AND LESHAWNA ARE
GONE, PEOPLE, BECAUSE RESCUING
THEM IS THE FIRST PART OF YOUR
CHALLENGE.
>> Beth: [ GASPS ]
>> Lindsay: [ GASPS ]
>> Justin: [ GASPS ]
>> Lindsay: [ GASPS ]
>> Duncan: [ YAWNS ]
OH. PARDON ME.
>> Chris: THEY'VE BOTH BEEN
LOCKED UP IN STATE-OF-THE-ART
SAFES, ALONG WITH ALL THE TOOLS
EACH TEAM WILL NEED TO COMMIT A
MOVIE-PERFECT BANK ROBBERY.
YOUR JOB IS TO CRACK THE SAFES,
RESCUE YOUR TEAMMATES, GRAB THE
EQUIPMENT, AND TRY TO BE THE
FIRST ONES TO ROB THE
FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF CHRIS.
LET'S KICK IT, GANGSTAS.
>> Owen: HELLO? HELLO?!
I CAN HANDLE BEING AMBUSHED AND
CARRIED AWAY BY UNKNOWN THUGS
WHO KEEP SAYING, "WHOA, THIS
DUDE IS HEAVY!"
BUT WOULD IT KILL THEM TO PUT A
LITTLE CATERING IN THE VAULT?
>> Leshawna: DANK AS THIS BANK
TANK IS, IT STILL BEATS HANGING
WITH MY SO-CALLED TEAMMATES.
SERIOUSLY, THEY'VE BEEN GIVING
ME MAJOR 'TUDE FOR ACTUALLY
PLAYING THE GAME, LIKE THEY
WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING
DIFFERENT.
[ CLICKING ]
>> Heather: LET ME DO IT.
>> Harold: WERE YOU THE CAPTAIN
OF PICKY STEVE'S LOCK-PICKING
CAMP?
HUH? NO!
[ SMACK! ]
[ CLICKING ]
[ SMACK! ]
>> Duncan: THE "H" BOMBS, HAROLD
AND HEATHER, WERE SO BUSY TRYING
TO FIGURE OUT WHO'S THE WORLD'S
BIGGEST DWEEB THAT THEY TOTALLY
FORGOT I'M AN EXPERIENCED
CRIMINAL.
FRANKLY, IT WAS A LITTLE
INSULTING.
[ POP! ]
[ CLICKING ]
>> Lindsay: DO YOU THINK IT'S
LIKE CRACKING AN EGG?
>> Beth: MY BOYFRIEND HAS A BAD
HABIT OF CRACKING HIS KNUCKLES.
SOME PEOPLE SAY IT'S GROSS.
I THINK IT'S KIND OF ADORABLE.
'CAUSE IT'S HIM.
IF THIS SAFE WERE A GIANT
KNUCKLE, I'D KNOW WHAT TO DO.
[ TAPPING ]
>> Harold: I NEED CONCENTRATION
AND QUIET.
THE NUMBERS AREN'T TALKING TO
ME.
>> Heather: MAYBE THEY DON'T
SPEAK "MORON."
[ GRUNTS ]
>> Justin: IT'S AN EXPRESSION --
"CRACK OPEN," AS IN WE NEED TO
FIND THE COMBO.
>> Lindsay: OH!
MY JUNIOR-HIGH LOCKER
COMBINATION!
IT DIDN'T CHANGE THE WHOLE THREE
YEARS I WAS IN GRADE 8, SO IT
MUST BE STANDARD!
[ METAL CREAKS ]
OH, WELL, THAT'S JUST BAD SCHOOL
SPIRIT.
>> Heather: THE OBVIOUS WAY TO
DO THIS IS TO THINK OF
COMBINATIONS CHRIS WOULD HAVE
COME UP WITH.
WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE THING IN
THE WHOLE WORLD?
>> Duncan: CHRIS.
>> Heather: EXACTLY.
HIS BIRTHDAY.
[ METAL CREAKS ]
>> Harold: [ IMITATES BUZZER ]
>> Heather: OKAY, THEN.
HIS MEASUREMENTS.
>> Harold: [ IMITATES BUZZER ]
>> Heather: THE BAR-CODE NUMBER
ON HIS FAVORITE HAIR GEL?
>> Harold: [ IMITATES BUZZER ]
>> Heather: STOP DOING THAT!
>> Both: [ GRUNTING ]
>> Justin: YOU KNOW, CHRIS, I
WAS THINKING -- SUPER-HOT GUYS
LIKE YOU AND ME HAVE TO STICK
TOGETHER.
SO WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT
THE COMBO IS?
AND THEN WE CAN TALK ABOUT GUY
STUFF AND I'LL GIVE YOU A
SHOULDER RUB, HUH, HUH?
>> Chris: JUSTIN.
>> Justin: UH-HUH?
>> Chris: YOU'RE MAKING ME KIND
OF UNCOMFORTABLE HERE.
>> Harold: A BOBBY PIN?
>> Heather: IT WORKED ON MY
SISTERS' DIARIES.
>> Harold: YOU'RE PATHETIC.
>> Heather: YOU'RE PATHETIC-ER.
>> Duncan: YOU'RE BOTH LOSERS.
>> Owen: OHH!
GET ME OUT OF HERE!
I'M STARVING!
I CAN'T GO THIS LONG WITHOUT
FOOD!
>> Justin: GUYS, I THINK WE
FOUND THE ANSWER, BUT IF WE CAN
SOMEHOW PIPE THE SMELL OF
DELICIOUS FOOD INTO THAT SAFE...
>> Lindsay: WE'LL UNLEASH THE
POWER OF OWEN!
>> Justin: EXACTLY, BUT WE DON'T
HAVE ANY FOOD, DELICIOUS OR
OTHERWISE.
>> Beth: DON'T WORRY.
BACK WHEN I WAS SINGLE, I BOUGHT
A BOTTLE OF DESPERADO,
"THE FRAGRANCE OF LAST RESORT."
IT ATTRACTS MEN WITH THE SAME
CUTTING-EDGE TECHNOLOGY
SUPERMARKETS USE TO ATTRACT
CUSTOMERS.
>> Justin: MEANING?
>> Beth: IT SMELLS JUST LIKE
ROAST CHICKEN.
SO, I'M SITTING IN MY
ORTHODONTIST'S OFFICE, AND
HUNKY McCUTERSON TAKES THE SEAT
OPPOSITE ME.
I GRIN AT HIM, BUT HE JUST
THINKS I'M MAKING OUCHIE FACES
ON ACCOUNT OF THE BRACES...
UNTIL I PULL THIS BABY OUT AND
SPRITZ 'ER ON.
ONCE SOMETHING WORKS THAT WELL,
YOU DON'T LET IT OUT OF YOUR
SIGHT.
[ NOZZLE SPRAYS ]
>> Owen: NO, I'VE NEVER TRIED
PLUTONIUM.
IS IT SPICY?
[ SNIFFS ] HUH?
[ SNIFFS ]
OHH! SWEET WHIPPED TOPPING!
THERE'S CHICKEN OUT THERE!
PEOPLE SHOULDN'T MAKE ME HUNGRY.
YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M
HUNGRY!
[ GROWLS ]
[ METAL BANGING ]
[ GRUNTS ]
CHICKEN?
HEY!
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU GUYS
LOOKING SO "CRISPY."
>> Lindsay: W-WHY IS HE LOOKING
AT US LIKE THAT?
>> Justin: HERE'S OUR
BANK-ROBBING KIT.
>> Beth: LET'S GO ROB A BANK
BEFORE OWEN TRIES TO EAT US.
WOW -- THERE'S SOMETHING I NEVER
THOUGHT I'D SAY.
>> Lindsay: WE ARE SUCH GOOD
SAFECRACKERS.
>> Owen: MMM! CRACKERS.
>> Duncan: GREAT -- NOW THEY'RE
IN THE LEAD.
CAN YOU TELL ME WHY WE'RE EVEN
TRYING TO GET LESHAWNA OUT?
I DON'T NEED A BUNCH OF STUPID
PROP EQUIPMENT TO ROB A BANK.
>> Heather: THEN WHAT EXACTLY
ARE WE WAITING FOR?
>> Harold: WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE
LESHAWNA.
[ FOOTSTEPS RUNNING AWAY ]
THOSE ARE MY LUCKY SOCKS!
WERE.
[ GLOOP! ]
YOU CUT UP MY KARATE MAGAZINES
FOR A STICKUP NOTE?
[ GLOOP! ]
NOT MY FOOT SPRAY AND DEODORANT.
I NEED THOSE.
>> Heather: IT'S TRUE.
THERE ARE LIMITS.
[ TAPE PEELING ]
[ WHOOSHING ]
YOU'RE AN EVIL GENIUS.
>> Leshawna: HUH.
I'M SURE THEY'LL BE HERE ANY
MINUTE.
I THINK I'M GONNA TAKE ADVANTAGE
OF ALL THIS PEACE AND QUIET.
MM.
WHERE ARE THEY?
[ HARD-ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]
>> Duncan: YOO-HOO. ANYONE HOME?
THIS IS A ROBBERY.
>> Chris: WELCOME, GAFFERS!
YOU'VE BEATEN THE GRIPS TO THE
SCENE, SO YOU'LL GET FIRST CRACK
AT THE TELLER.
>> Duncan: HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
THEY WERE WAY AHEAD OF US.
>> Owen: MAMA? [ GIGGLES ]
DID YOU BRING ME NEW SHOES?
[ LAUGHING MANIACALLY ]
OHH.
>> Justin: WE'VE GOT TO GET SOME
FOOD INTO HIM, STAT.
ALL I HAVE IS THESE BREATH
MINTS.
[ CHOMP! ]
>> Owen: [ GULPING ]
MMM! MINTY.
>> Lindsay: WELL, THESE LIP
GLOSSES ARE PINEAPPLE- AND
CHERRY-FLAVOR.
>> Owen: OH, EATING FRUIT IS SO
HEALTHY.
>> Beth: IF THE SMELL OF CHICKEN
COLOGNE WORKED FOR HIM, THEN
MAYBE...
>> Owen: [ GASPS ]
I'M SCENTING A HINT OF BARNYARD
FOWL WITH AN OVERTONE OF EGG.
>> Justin: LET'S GO!
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE
BANK-ROBBING TOOLS?
>> Owen: [ BELCHES ]
I DIDN'T EAT THEM.
WE MUST HAVE LOST THEM ON THE
WAY.
>> Duncan: AFTERNOON, MA'AM.
THAT'S A GREAT SET OF LEGS YOU
GOT THERE.
BUT RIGHT NOW I'D LIKE TO FOCUS
ON THOSE LOVELY HANDS OF YOURS.
I NEED THEM TO START FILLING
THIS PILLOWCASE WITH CASH.
>> ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO FOR
YOU TODAY...
DUNCAN?
>> Duncan: EEE!
[ CRASH! ]
>> Chris: LOOKS LIKE DUNCAN'S
GONE FROM COOL AS A CUCUMBER TO
IN A PICKLE.
HE CAN RUN --
WELL, IN THIS CASE, PASS OUT --
BUT HE CAN'T HIDE,
BECAUSE "TOTAL DRAMA ACTION"
WILL BE RIGHT BACK!
[ SMACK! ]
>> Chris: TEAMS, IT IS MY
"HONOR" TO REPORT THAT COURTNEY
IS BACK FOR THE DURATION OF THE
GAME.
AND WE'RE ALL "EXCEEDINGLY
HAPPY" ABOUT IT.
>> Heather: SHE GOT BOOTED OUT
FAIR AND SQUARE.
>> Courtney: SORRY, HEATHER, BUT
MYSELF AND THE LAW FIRM OF
FLEICHMAN, FLEICHMAN, COHEN &
STRAUSS WOULD BEG TO DIFFER.
WE FILED A WRONGFUL-DISMISSAL
LAWSUIT AGAINST THE PRODUCERS...
AND WON.
>> Harold: GOOD NEWS, EH,
DUNCAN?
[ THUD! ]
>> Chris: SO, COURTNEY, SINCE
YOU WERE OUR BANK TELLER IN THE
CHALLENGE -- GREAT JOB, BY THE
WAY -- YOU GET TO DECIDE WHICH
TEAM DESERVES TO WIN FIRST
PRIZE.
YOUR BAG OF LOOT.
>> Courtney: THE CHOICE IS
OBVIOUS -- IT'S DUNCAN.
I-I MEAN, THE GAFFERS, SINCE
THEY WERE THE ONLY TEAM THAT
MANAGED TO GET TO MY WICKET.
CONGRATULATIONS.
>> Duncan: [ Nervously ] THANK
YOU.
>> Heather: I'VE SEEN MANLIER
MEN TRYING ON WOMEN'S SHOES.
>> Chris: SO THIS MEANS THE
KILLER GRIPS WIN SECOND PRIZE.
>> Justin: WHAT'S SECOND PRIZE?
>> Chris: COURTNEY, FOR THE REST
OF THE GAME OR UNTIL SHE'S
ELIMINATED.
>> Courtney: THOSE "TOTAL DRAMA"
DIRTBAGS HAVE SOME NERVE MAKING
ME SECOND PLACE!
THEY WILL DEFINITELY BE HEARING
FROM MY LAWYER...AGAIN!
>> Chris: SO, GRIPS, GAFFERS,
YOUR GETAWAY CARS ARE WAITING.
BETTER GET A MOVE ON BEFORE THE
COPS ARRIVE.
THAT MEANS GO!
>> Harold: GETAWAY CARS ARE
ALWAYS COOL.
THAT'S THE RULE OF HEIST MOVIES.
>> Justin: [ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
ASTON MARTINS MAYBE?
>> Lindsay: OR THOSE GROOVY
MINI COOPERS!
>> Beth: I'M HOPING FOR A
PORSCHE.
>> Justin: WHAT'S ALL THIS JUNK?
[ HORN HONKS ]
>> Chris: THESE ARE YOUR GETAWAY
CARS JUST WAITING TO BE
ASSEMBLED.
>> Heather: THAT IS SO NOT HOT.
>> Chris: IF THE VEHICLES WERE
READY TO GO, IT WOULDN'T BE MUCH
OF A CHALLENGE, NOW, WOULD IT?
[ ALL GROAN ]
[ CRASH! ]
AW, CRAP!
>> Leshawna: DID THEY LEAVE ME
HERE ON PURPOSE ALL BECAUSE OF
ONE TEENY, TINY MISTAKE?
OKAY. FINE.
MAYBE IT WAS A BIG MISTAKE
BECAUSE HERE I AM BEING LEFT TO
ROT UNTIL I'M NOTHING BUT A
LIFELESS PILE OF BODACIOUS
BEAUTY.
WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE WANT FROM
ME?
OKAY, SO LYING TO WIN A REWARD
IS EVIL.
MY BAD!
THERE! I ADMIT IT!
I DID A LOUSY THING!
NOW, HOW ABOUT A LITTLE
FORGIVENESS?
GUYS? WHAT DO YOU SAY?
>> Harold: THEY'RE NOT EVEN
GETAWAY CARS.
THEY'RE GO-KARTS.
>> Duncan: STOP WHINING AND GIVE
ME THE LUG NUTS.
>> Heather: YOU'RE NOT BAD AT
THIS.
>> Duncan: IT'S JUST LIKE
STRIPPING A CAR, EXCEPT IN
REVERSE.
[ CRUNCH! ]
EEE!
>> Courtney: IGNORE THE SIDESHOW
AND START PUTTING TOGETHER THE
CHASSIS.
>> Justin: IS THERE SOMETHING I
CAN DO WHERE I WON'T GET GREASE
ON MY EPIDERMIS?
>> Courtney: YOU'RE KIDDING,
RIGHT?
>> Justin: HAND-MODELING IS ONE
OF THE THINGS THAT PUT ME ON THE
MAP.
>> Courtney: OBVIOUSLY THAT
WOULD BE THE MAP OF
USELESS-VILLE?
HOW DID I GET STUCK OVER HERE?
WHERE ARE THE OTHERS, ANYWAY?
[ BETH AND LINDSAY SCREAMING ]
>> Owen: MOVIE SNACKS.
>> Lindsay: WHAT IS HE TALKING
ABOUT?
>> Beth: I DON'T KNOW!
[ ENGINE REVS ]
>> Duncan: HOP IN.
[ TIRES SQUEAL ]
HEY, COURTNEY!
MAYBE YOU'LL GET TO SEE MORE
THAN JUST BACK OF ME WHEN THE
TEAMS MERGE!
>> Courtney: AT THIS POINT,
I-I'D TAKE IT.
>> Heather: LET'S GO, CASANOVA.
[ GEARS GRIND ]
[ TIRES SQUEAL ]
>> Courtney: WE NEED TO BE
STARTING THIS CHALLENGE
YESTERDAY.
WHERE ARE OUR WHEELS?
WHERE IS OUR TEAM?
>> Beth: HERE WE ARE!
WE HAD TO REWIRE HIS JAW WITH MY
SPARE HAIR ELASTICS.
BUT THAT'S THE GOOD NEWS.
>> Courtney: WELL, W-WHAT'S THE
BAD?
>> Lindsay: THESE ARE KIND OF
TOAST.
>> Owen: TOAST?
[ SMACK! ]
OHH!
>> Courtney: NO WHEELS DOES NOT
MEAN IT'S OVER FOR US.
WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO
IMPROVISE.
[ TIRES SQUEAL ]
>> All: AAAAAAAAH!
>> Duncan: [ GASPS ]
[ HEATHER AND DUNCAN LAUGH ]
>> Harold: ALL RIGHT, THAT WAS
HUMILIATING, BUT THE EXTRA
SUPPORT WAS NICE.
>> All: AAAAAAAAH!
AAAAAAAAAAH!
AAAAAAAAH!
AAAAAAAAAH!
AAAAAAAAH!
[ CRASH! ]
>> Courtney: FASTER, YOU
DEADBEATS!
THE TEAMS AREN'T CALLED THE
GAFFERS AND THE SLACKERS.
NOW, MOVE! MUSH! MUSH!
>> Beth: "MUSH"?
WE'RE NOT SLED DOGS.
>> Courtney: OF COURSE YOU
AREN'T, BECAUSE IF YOU WERE,
THIS ONE WOULD HAVE EATEN YOU.
>> Chris: IT LOOKS LIKE THE
GAFFERS ARE ABOUT TO MAKE A
CLEAN GETAWAY AND WIN THE
CHALLENGE.
[ ENGINE SPUTTERS ]
>> Heather: WHAT'S HAPPENING?
>> Duncan: I THINK WE'RE OUT OF
GAS.
>> Chris: I MAY HAVE SPOKEN TOO
SOON, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
TALK ABOUT A REAL HOLDUP.
>> Harold: THEY'RE GAINING ON
US.
[ ENGINE SPUTTERING ]
>> Owen: VROOOOOOOOM!
>> Courtney: I KNEW I COULD WIN
THIS, EVEN WITH A TEAM OF
COMPLETE DUDS!
[ CREAKING ]
>> Harold: THIS IS HARD.
>> Heather: TRY STANDING
DOWNWIND OF YOU WITHOUT
DEODORANT.
>> Courtney: FASTER! FASTER!
[ METAL CLANGING ]
AAH!
I WILL NOT BE SECOND PLACE!
>> Chris: WANNA BET?
FIRST OFF, I'D LIKE TO
CONGRATULATE BOTH TEAMS FOR
CHOOSING TO GO GREEN.
BUT IN THE END, THE GAFFERS ARE
THE WINNERS.
>> All: [ CHEERING ]
>> Chris: THAT MEANS I'LL BE
SEEING THE GRIPS AT TONIGHT'S
GILDED CHRIS CEREMONY.
AND, GAFFERS, EVEN THOUGH YOU
COMMITTED THE "ANYTHING BUT
PERFECT" CRIME, YOU GET TO ENJOY
VICTORY AND YOUR BAG OF LOOT.
>> Duncan: WE'RE RICH!
OHH! LOOK AT ALL THIS --
>> Heather: "NONNEGOTIABLE
CHRIS CASH, ACCEPTED ONLY IN THE
'TOTAL DRAMA ACTION'
CRAFTS-SERVICES TENT TOWARDS THE
PURCHASE OF WATER FROM THE
TAP"?!
>> Duncan: SOMETIMES I REALLY
HATE THAT SMILE OF HIS.
>> Chris: THE TIME HAS COME.
[ ORCHESTRA PLAYING ]
>> Leshawna: NOW, TELL ME
THAT IS NOT THE
"GILDED CHRIS THEME"!
THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE, Y'ALL.
THIS IS DOWNRIGHT CRUEL!
>> Chris: LIKE ALWAYS,
KILLER GRIPS, ONE MEMBER OF YOUR
TEAM WILL NOT BE RECEIVING A
COVETED GILDED CHRIS MADE OF
THE FINEST BELGIAN CHOCOLATE.
[ WARBLING ]
[ PLINK! ]
>> Courtney: AAH!
>> Chris: BUT NOT LIKE ALWAYS --
AND THIS IS IMPORTANT TO
REMEMBER -- THIS WEEK, ACCORDING
TO OUR LAWYERS, NONE OF YOU ARE
ALLOWED TO VOTE OFF COURTNEY.
YOU GOT THAT, DUDES?
THIS SHOW CAN'T AFFORD ANY MORE
LAWSUITS.
MY MASSAGE BUDGET HAS BEEN
SLICED IN HALF.
[ BEEPING ]
GILDED CHRIS AWARDS GO TO...
BETH...
LINDSAY...
JUSTIN...
WHY DO I HAVE FOUR VOTES TO BOOT
OUT COURTNEY WHEN I SPECIFICALLY
SAID YOU COULDN'T?
>> Justin: I GUESS WE COULDN'T
HELP OURSELVES.
>> Lindsay: NO MATTER WHAT, MY
FINGER WOULD ONLY PRESS THE
"COURTNEY" BUTTON.
>> Chris: WELL, THAT LEAVES US
WITH ONE VOTE THAT COUNTS.
>> Courtney: OWEN.
YOU'VE BEEN ELIMINATED.
>> Justin: THIS IS BULL!
>> Lindsay: YOU CAN'T DO THAT!
>> Chris: SORRY, BUD, NO
CHOCOLATE CHRIS AWARD FOR YOU.
>> Owen: NOT EVEN AN EAR?
>> All: SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!
>> Courtney: HE LOST THE GAME
FOR US, GUYS, HELLO?!
>> Chris: ANYTHING IN YOUR
CONTRACT TO STOP HIM FROM
SPEAKING?
>> Courtney: UM, NO, BUT --
>> Chris: THEN, A LITTLE LIGHT
FOR MY FRIEND HERE.
[ ORCHESTRA PLAYS ]
>> Owen: OHH, WOW!
I'D LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY.
>> Chris: THE ACADEMY OF THE
GILDED CHRIS -- TRADEMARK
PATENTED AND ALL MINE.
>> Owen: THIS HAS BEEN THE ROLE
OF A LIFETIME.
THANKS TO JUSTIN, WHO INSPIRED
ME EVERY DAY WITH HIS PHYSICAL
PERFECTION AND HOT-DOGGINESS.
TO LINDSAY, WHO IS ALSO
BEAUTIFUL, IN A SODA-POPPY KIND
OF WAY.
TO BETH, WHO MOTIVATED ME WITH
HER DELICIOUS, CRISPY SKIN AND
HER TENDER, JUICY GOODNESS.
TO CHRIS, WHO ALSO SMELLS DE--
[ ORCHESTRA PLAYS LOUDER ]
WHAT?! NO!
NO, YOU CAN'T PLAY ME OFF YET!
TO MY MOM, WHO LET ME QUIT PIANO
LESSONS.
TO MY BROTHERS, I'M SORRY FOR
SCAMMING YOUR HALLOWEEN CANDY.
>> Lindsay: WE LOVE YOU, OWEN!
>> Chris: THIS CHRIS IS FOR YOU.
>> Owen: [ MUMBLES ]
I LOVE THIS GAME!
>> Chris: AND THAT WRAPS UP
ANOTHER TOTALLY DRAMATIC
EPISODE, WITH ABSOLUTELY NO
LOOSE ENDS TO TIE UP.
ISN'T THAT RIGHT, CHEF?
>> Chef: HUH...
>> Leshawna: GUYS? YOO-HOO!
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
>> Chef: NOPE.
>> Chris: NAH. DIDN'T THINK SO.
>> ♪ NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
♪ NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH ♪
[ WHISTLING ]