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>> Chris: LAST TIME ON "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND"... YOURS TRULY WAS OFF EMCEEING A SWANKY AWARDS SHOW, SO CHEF TOOK OVER AS HOST. AND, MAN, WAS HE BRUTAL TO THE CAMPERS. NOT ONLY DID HE DUMP THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES, BUT HE LEFT THEM ALONE WITH SCARY DUDE SASQUATCHANAKWA. THEY RAN HELTER, THEY RAN SKELTER, THEY RAN INTO A CROWDED BAT CAVE. MASSIVE MISTAKE, I MIGHT ADD. ULTIMATELY, THE GIRLS ADMITTED DEFEAT, SO THE GUYS SHARED THEIR LOOT. BUT THE GIRLS OUTFOXED THEM AND WALKED OFF WITH EVERYTHING, INCLUDING THEIR DIGNITY, PROVING ONCE AGAIN THAT COOL GIRLS TRUMP GULLIBLE GUYS EVERY TIME. IN THE END, IT WAS BAD-BOY DUNCAN WHO TOOK THE WALK OF SHAME, LEAVING THREE GLUTTON-FOR-PUNISHMENT CAMPERS HEADING INTO OUR MOST EXCITING CHALLENGE YET. DON'T BELIEVE ME? THEN I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU TO WATCH THIS EPISODE OF "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND."
>> ♪ 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 ]
>> Chris: CAMPERS, WELCOME TO THE SEMIFINALS. TODAY, WE REWARD OUR CHALLENGERS WITH AN ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT PANCAKE BREAKFAST. THAT'S RIGHT, GENUINE FOOD BYPRODUCTS SERVED WITH FRESH INGREDIENTS RELATIVELY CLOSE TO THEIR EXPIRATION DATES.
[ SPLAT! ]
>> Gwen: SO, I ACTUALLY MADE IT TO THE FINAL THREE. JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU HOW FAR A BAD ATTITUDE CAN GET YOU.
>> Heather: WHATEVER. I KNEW I'D MAKE IT TO THE END. BIG SHOCKER. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE WEIRD GOTH GIRL MADE IT.
>> Owen: I WANTED TO BELIEVE IT. I DREAMT IT COULD BE TRUE. AND NOW THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE. ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT PANCAKES! YES!
WE'RE GETTING PANCAKES!
WE'RE GETTING PANCAKES!
DON'T BE SHY, DUDE.
FOUR WORDS -- "ALL YOU CAN EAT."
YOU GOT THE PANCAKES, I GOT THE
STOMACH.
[ LAUGHS ]
TEE 'EM UP!
OH, YEAH!
NOW YOU'RE TALKING, BABY!
[ LAUGHS ]
>> Gwen: YEAH, THE MONEY WOULD
BE AWESOME, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT
WOULD BE SWEETER?
MAKING SURE HEATHER LOSES.
>> Heather: LUCKILY, I'M UP
AGAINST A FREAK SHOW AND
FATTY GINORMOUS, SO THEY MAY AS
WELL JUST GIVE ME THE CHECK.
I MEAN, COME ON.
I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHO'S GONNA
WIN.
>> Owen: PANCAKES, PANCAKES,
PANCAKES!
>> Gwen: IF I WIN, I'M GONNA BUY CAMP WAWANAKWA SO I CAN BURN IT DOWN AND TURN IT INTO A GRAVEYARD.
>> Owen: PANCAKES, PANCAKES,
PANCAKES!
>> Heather: WHEN I WIN, I'M THINKING OF MY OWN SPIN-OFF SERIES -- "THE WORLD ACCORDING TO HEATHER."
>> Owen: I'D NEVER WIN.
BUT IF I DID, I'D START EVERY
DAY WITH PANCAKES.
'CAUSE THEY'RE LIKE LITTLE MINI
SUNSHINES FILLED WITH YUMMY FUN.
>> Gwen: PERSONALLY, I'VE HAD
ENOUGH DRAMA HERE TO LAST A
LIFETIME.
I MEAN, OWEN'S OKAY, BUT EIGHT
WEEKS OF HEATHER WAS ABOUT AS
MUCH FUN AS A MOUTHFUL OF
IMPACTED MOLARS.
>> Heather: SURE, EIGHT WEEKS
WITH THESE LOSERS IS CAUSE FOR
INSANITY, BUT AT LEAST THE
MOTHER SHIP KNOWS WHERE GWEN IS
NOW SO THEY CAN RETRIEVE HER.
AND GREENPEACE CAN BAG AND TAKE
OWEN AS THE HAZARDOUS WASTE THAT
HE IS.
>> Owen: BUT ALL THE
ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT PANCAKES IN THE
WORLD WOULDN'T BE SPECIAL
WITHOUT FRIENDS TO SHARE THEM.
[ SIGHS ]
>> Heather: SURE, OWEN'S DUMB
LUCK HAS WON HIM A FEW
CHALLENGES, BUT IT'S HIS ABILITY
NOT TO BE DISGUSTED BY ANYTHING
EDIBLE THAT WORRIES ME.
>> Owen: YOU EVER NOTICE HOW
MUCH A TOILET SEAT LOOKS LIKE A
PANCAKE?
[ LAUGHS ]
>> Heather: AND LAZY.
SLOTHS COULD TAKE A CUE FROM
"SLOWEN."
>> Owen: I SHOULD PROBABLY SPIT
THIS OUT.
[ SNORING ]
>> Heather: THANKFULLY, GWEN HAS
NO STRENGTHS.
SHE'S JUST A LOW-RENT GUTTER
PUNK WITH DRAGON BREATH AND UGLY
HAIR.
>> Gwen: HEATHER'S STRENGTH IS
OBVIOUSLY HER BOTTOMLESS PIT OF
MEAN.
I'M BANKING ON HER MASSIVE EGO
TO BE HER DOWNFALL.
>> Owen: [ SNORING ]
>> Chris: CAMPERS, WELCOME TO THE SEMIFINALS. THE PRODUCERS RAN OUT OF INSANE WAYS OF TORTURING YOU, SO THEY ASKED THE OUSTED CAMPERS FOR IDEAS. TURNS OUT THEY HAD A LOT. THEY PROVIDED US WITH THE SICKEST, MOST TWISTED, AND INSANE DARES IMAGINABLE IN "TDI's" VERSION OF... SPIN THE BOTTLE. STARTING WITH IZZY, TRENT, CODY, JUSTIN, NOAH, LESHAWNA, LINDSAY, BETH, TYLER, HAROLD, D.J., GEOFF, BRIDGETTE, DUNCAN, COURTNEY, EVA, KATIE AND SADIE, AND THE HOMESCHOOLED, MISOGYNISTIC COUNTRY BOY, EZEKIEL. PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER, AND WE'VE GOT A HIGH-STAKES GAME OF "I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU!"
>> Heather: WHAT IS THIS, GRADE 5? WHY DON'T WE JUST DO SEVEN MINUTES OF HEAVEN IN A TACKY BASEMENT CLOSET?
>> Owen: YEAH! GOOD CALL. LET'S DO IT.
OW!
>> Chris: EACH PLAYER WILL TAKE TURNS SPINNING THE BOTTLE. THE CAMPER THAT YOU LAND ON DETERMINES THE DARE YOU'LL PERFORM. YOU CAN TAKE THE DARE YOURSELF AND WIN A GET-OUT-OF-DARE FREEBIE, OR INFLICT THE DARE ON A FELLOW CAMPER IN HOPES OF BOOTING THEM OUT.
>> Heather: AND IF WE REFUSE TO DO THE DARE?
>> Chris: OH, NOT A GOOD OPTION. ANYONE WHO CHICKENS OUT OF THEIR DARE WILL BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THE DOCK OF SHAME, BOARD THE BOAT OF LOSERS, DO NOT GO TO BONFIRE, DO NOT COLLECT MARSHMALLOW, AND DO NOT GET TO WIN $100,000.
>> Gwen: WOW, A SUDDEN-DEATH ELIMINATION. GOOD ONE.
>> Chris: OKAY, WHO'S READY TO HUMILIATE THEMSELVES FIRST?
>> Gwen: OH, WHAT THE HECK. LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH.
>> Chris: OKAY, SO HERE'S THE DEAL. CHEF AND I HAVE A LITTLE SIDE BET GOING. WHOEVER PUKES FIRST HAS TO PONY UP 100 BUCKS.
OKAY, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
DUNCAN'S DARE. LICK OWEN'S ARMPIT. GWEN, YOU CAN PERFORM THE DARE YOURSELF OR DARE ONE OF YOUR COMPETITORS TO DO IT. (LAUGHING) EITHER WAY, SOMEONE'S LICKING SOME ARMPIT IN THE NEXT MINUTE.
>> Gwen: I TRIPLE DOG DARE HEATHER.
>> Owen: YOU COULD IMAGINE THAT YOU'RE LICKING AN ICE-CREAM CONE.
>> Heather: SHUT UP, OWEN!
>> Owen: MINUS THE B.O.
>> Heather: I'M WARNING YOU!
>> Owen: OH, AND THE PIT HAIR.
>> Heather: [ GAGS ]
>> Chris: OH HO HO, MAN!
THAT WAS SO SICK. I NEARLY PUKED. NEARLY.
>> Heather: [ GAGS ]
>> Chris: EZEKIEL'S DARE IS... CHEW YOUR OWN TOENAIL SLOWLY.
>> Heather: GWEN! I DARE GWEN.
DON'T CHOKE ON IT, HONEY.
[ CRUNCH! ]
>> Heather: UH, UH, UH, UH.
HE SAID CHEW IT SLOWLY.
[ GULP! ]
THERE. SATISFIED?
>> Heather: VERY.
I'M JUST PICTURING TRENT WATCHING THIS, AND SOMETHING TELLS ME HE WON'T BE EAGER TO LOCK LIPS WITH YOU ANYTIME SOON.
>> Gwen: YOU SHOULD TALK, PIT BREATH.
>> Chris: BETH. RECHEWING A *** OF HAROLD'S GUM.
>> Owen: I WILL TAKE THE DARE.
>> Both: EW!
>> Chris: DUDE, IT'S CHEWED GUM. HAROLD'S CHEWED GUM.
>> Owen: I KNOW, BUT IT MUST BE PRETTY SPECIAL IF HE'S BEEN SAVING IT.
MMM.
FULL BODY.
A DELICATE, FRUITY AROMA WITH A HINT OF CITRUS.
[ LAUGHS ]
ROBUST, YET BALANCED.
OH, SUMMERY.
OOOH!
AND A CRUNCHY CENTER.
>> Chris: [ GAGS ]
[ POP! ]
WHOO-HOO!
>> Chris: OWEN WINS THE FIRST FREEBIE. AND A TETANUS SHOT IF YOU WANT.
>> Owen: NAH, I'M GOOD. THANKS.
>> Gwen: THIS COULD BE HARDER THAN I THOUGHT.
>> Chris: WELCOME BACK TO "TDI's" SEMIFINALS AND A CHALLENGE WE LIKE TO CALL "I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU." GWEN, YOU'RE UP NEXT.
DROP A TRAY OF ICE INTO YOUR UNDIES AND LET THEM MELT.
>> Gwen: THAT'S IT? I CAN HANDLE THAT.
>> Chris: NOW THAT'S ONE COOL CHICK WITH A FROSTY 'TUDE. CHILLIN' BY THE --
>> Gwen: JUST GIVE ME THE STUPID FREEBIE.
>> Heather: MY TURN. AND I'M TAKING THE DARE. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS.
THERE IS NO WAY I WAS LETTING THOSE NERDLINGS GET AHEAD OF ME. I MEAN, HOW BAD COULD THE DARE BE? I'D ALREADY LICKED OWEN'S ARMPIT.
>> Owen: SORRY.
>> Heather: SHUT UP, OWEN!
>> Owen: TWICE IN A ROW'S GOT TO HURT.
>> Heather: I MEAN IT!
>> Owen: ESPECIALLY SINCE I NEVER WASH IN THERE. NOT 'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO. I JUST FORGET.
>> Heather: [ SLURPING ]
>> Owen: HEY, YOU DIDN'T PUKE THIS TIME.
>> Heather: [ GAGS ]
>> Chris: YOU STILL COOL?
OKAY, WE'LL GIVE HEATHER A FEW MORE MINUTES ON LIFE SUPPORT BEFORE WE START THE NEXT ROUND. OKAY, CHEF MADE SNACKS. PB&J ANYONE?
[ HEATHER VOMITS ]
>> Owen: NICE! COME ON, IZZY! BRING IT!
>> Chris: GIVE A PURPLE NURPLE TO A SLEEPING BEAR.
>> Owen: YES! OH, SOUNDS WICKED, MAN.
[ LAUGHS ]
WHAT'S A PURPLE NURPLE?
[ SNORING, GROWLING ]
>> Owen: OH, HEY, THERE, MR. BEAR. I'M JUST GONNA GIVE YOU A LITTLE PINCH AND BE RIGHT ON MY --
AHHH!
>> [ ROARING ]
UGH!
LICK OWEN'S TOE JAM.
>> Owen: OH, IS THAT WHAT THAT BLACK GUNK IS?
>> Heather: I'LL USE MY FREEBIE.
>> Chris: GOOD CALL.
DRINK POWDERED FRUIT PUNCH FROM THE COMMUNAL TOILET.
>> Chris: QUITE THE PREDICAMENT, GWEN. DO YOU USE THE FREEBIE OR DO I SAVE IT FOR AN EVEN SICKER DARE DOWN THE ROAD? WHAT TO DO. WHAT TO DO.
>> Gwen: [ INHALES DEEPLY ]
[ Nasal voice ] I'M GOING IN.
>> Chris: SO TOTALLY SICK. CHEF'S GOING DOWN.
>> Chris: NO WAY. THAT'S SO GROSS.
OH HO HO!
[ LAUGHS ]
>> Gwen: [ SLURPING ]
[ GAGS ]
[ VOMITS ]
[ BOTH GULP ]
>> Heather: AT THIS RATE, TRENT'S GONNA NEED A FUMIGATION SQUAD JUST --
>> Gwen: [ BURPS ]
>> Chris: EAT DOG FOOD.
>> Owen: YEAH, BABY! MAN, SORRY, GUYS. I KEEP GETTING ALL THE GOOD ONES.
>> Chris: OKAY, DOWN, BOY. HEEL! DUDE, YOU HAVE TWO FREEBIES YOU CAN USE. BETTER YET, YOU COULD DARE AN OPPONENT -- LIKE SAY, ONE WITHOUT A FREEBIE.
>> Gwen: YOU STILL HAVE A BIT OF JELLY ON YOUR LOWER LIP.
>> Heather: OH, GO STICK YOUR FACE BACK IN THE TOILET.
>> Owen: IT'S COOL, BRO. MY DOG DIGS THIS FOOD. TIME TO FIND OUT WHAT I'VE BEEN MISSING.
[ CHOMPING ]
MEATY TASTING.
[ VOMITS ]
[ VOMITS ]
[ VOMITS ]
[ VOMITS ]
>> Chris: OKAY, THAT WAS SO GROSS!
[ VOMITING, COUGHING ]
IS THERE NOTHING THESE WEIRDOS WON'T DO?!
[ VOMITS ]
[ BUZZING ]
I CAN'T BELIEVE NO ONE'S DROPPED OUT AND OWEN'S GOT 20 FREEBIES.
>> Owen: YEAH, BABY!
[ "TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR" PLAYS ]
>> Chris: GWEN AND HEATHER HAVE SQUAT. BUT NOT TO WORRY. THERE'S STILL PLENTY TO BE MOTIVATED ABOUT.
[ "SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT" PLAYS ]
>> Gwen: IF YOU HELP ME TAKE DOWN HEATHER, I'LL SHARE MY WINNINGS WITH YOU.
>> Owen: WHAT IF YOU DON'T WIN?
>> Gwen: I'LL SWING FOR A BOX OF DOUGHNUTS.
>> Owen: THE LADY DRIVES A HARD BARGAIN. DEAL! CHRIS, I'D LIKE TO GIVE AWAY HALF MY FREEBIES.
>> Chris: UH, WELL, OKAY. ARE YOU SURE?
>> Heather: HELLO!
IX-NAY ON THE ONSPIRACY-CAY.
THAT IS TOTALLY UNFAIR.
GET OUT YOUR RULE BOOK AND DO
YOUR RULE-CHECKING THING.
THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY GONNA GANG UP
AND WHOOP ME WITH DARES.
THERE HAS TO BE A RULE ABOUT
THIS KIND OF THING!
>> Chris: SORRY, THEM'S THE
RULES -- NOT A RULE TO BE HAD.
NADA.
>> Heather: [ GRUNTS ]
>> Chris: DRINK A BLENDED PUREE OF CHEF'S MYSTERY MEAT.
>> Gwen: EENY, MEENY, MINEY, HEATHER.
[ CHICKEN CLUCKING ]
[ SMACK! ]
[ APPLAUSE ]
>> Heather: [ SIGHS ] FINALLY, I CATCH A BREAK.THERE IS NO WAY LINDSAY COULD THINK OF ANYTHING BAD.
>> Chris: OOH, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE THIS ONE. HAVE YOUR HEAD SHAVED BY CHEF.
>> Heather: WHAT?!
>> Gwen: LINDSAY RULES!
>> Chris: WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE, HEATHER? ARE YOU GOING TO DO THE DARE?
[ BUZZING ]
OR THE WALK OF SHAME?
[ KA-CHING! ]
>> Heather: [ GRUNTS ]
[ BUZZING ]
>> Heather: NOOOO!
[ BUZZING STOPS ]
HUH?!
AH!
>> Chris: WOW. WELL, THAT WAS AN UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT. LOOKS LIKE HEATHER'S OUT.
>> Heather: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? HE SHAVED MY HEAD!
>> Chris: TRUE, BUT YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY ACCEPT THE DARE. IF YOU HAD, YOU'D STILL BE BALD, BUT AT LEAST YOU'D BE IN THE GAME.
>> Owen: THAT WAS HARSH. TOUGH BREAK.
>> Heather: AHHHHH!
[ SCREAM ECHOING ]
>> Chris: SORRY, THEM'S THE RULES.
>> Heather: I THOUGHT YOU SAID THERE WEREN'T ANY RULES!
>> Chris: YEAH, I KNOW. IT'S COMPLICATED. BUT HERE'S THE RUB -- YOU LOSE, THEY WIN.
>> Both: NO WAY!
>> Gwen: WE WON!
YES!
>> Heather: FINE! BUT YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYERS!
>> Chris: YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW. IT'S GONNA BE A LONG RIDE.
>> Heather: A LONG RIDE TO COURT, WHEN I SUE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!
>> Chris: AND THEN THERE WERE TWO. TUNE IN TO SEE WHO WILL WIN THE CHECK FOR $100,000 ON "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND."
>> Heather: YOU WANT DRAMA? YOU'LL BE PENNILESS, JOBLESS! YOUR NAME WILL BE MUD ON EVERY BLOG FROM HERE TO CAPE BRETON!
>> ♪ 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 ]