By the time the plane landed, all the campers had woken up. Though this may be because he nearly took out the cabins while landing. Some, particularly Leshawna, were much crankier than others. Chris stepped out with a sly grin on his face.

"Just flexing your muscles for today's challenge, X-TREME SPORTS CHALLENGE!" he yelled into the megaphone. Leshawna wasn't having it.

"NAW! YOU DID NOT JUST WAKE ME UP, NEARLY KILLING US BY THE WAY, JUST FOR ANOTHER STUPID CHALLENGE! MCLEAN, SO HELP ME, I WILL SUE THE PANTS OFF OF YOU!"

"Yeesh! You only nearly kill someone and they get this mad? Hate to see what happens if ya did. Oh wait."

"This week you'll participate in three challenges. First up, X-TREME SOFA BED SKYDIVING!" he once again yelled into his megaphone. Leshawna looked ready to snap his neck.

"Contestants will plummet, uh, skydive to an awaiting sofa bed target below." Chef, as a demonstration, hopped from the plane a few feet and landed on the not so safe mattress. It immediately shut back up, trapping the war veteran inside. It took DJ, Geoff, and Tyler to pull him out. Obviously, Duncan could care less.

"Of course," Chris continues, ignoring Chef pained cries, "you'll be skydiving from five thousand feet and using these." He tossed parachutes to the ground. Cody, wary, kicked the one nearest to him. It growled, shook a little bit, then let out a puff of smoke.

"DJ, Cody! You two will be doing this challenge!" Both of their eyes went wide. While DJ wasn't looking, Cody silently switched the two parachutes. Last time, Trent had somewhat convinced DJ to get on the plane. Now though, Cody was just as petrified as the mama's boy.

"The next challenge of the day is X-TREME RODEO MOOSE RIDING! Each contestant will rodeo ride the Great Canadian Bucking moose for eight seconds or get hoofed into a giant pile of socks from the lost and found."

"That stink pile ain't got nothing but laundry day back home." Leshawna said, waving her hand.

"It's your lucky day, Leshawna." Chris said running up to her. "You're riding for the Gophers. Geoff, you'll ride for the Bass." Geoff cheered, while Leshawna looked fierce.

"And the final challenge, X-TREME SEADOO WATER SKIING." The campers once again held their hands to their ears in pain.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" Leshawna asked stomping up to the host. She snatched the megaphone from him, slammed it on the ground, and jumped on it a few times. Afterwards, she let out a sigh of release, and casually strode back to the teens. Gwen cheered, while Chris looked sorrowfully at the ground.

"Contestants will water ski a race course grabbing as many flags as they can before crossing the finish line while a member from the opposing team drives the seadoo." he said.

"How can we water ski without water?" Heather complained.

"It's really hard."

"HMPH!"

Harold, you'll ski for the Bass. And Lindsay for the Screaming Gophers. Cool! I can model my new bikini!"

Duncan fist pumped and wolf whistled. Tyler, noticing this, shoved him to the ground. Duncan scowled back, standing back up.

"Now for the cool swag."

"Please never say that again." Harold asked.

"Whoever scores the most most challenges get bragging rights for the night, saves their butts from elimination and wins a tricked-out multi-massage mobile shower."

The remaining teenagers cheered wildly.

"Can it be?"

"Oh. It be!"

The teens all goggled the shower. Not only did they want to be clean themselves, some, *COUGH COUGH* Harold, *COUGH COUGH* smelled horrible.

"Now, head on down to have some breakie, then meet here in say, half an hour." Chris said, hopping in his plane. The contestants hurried off before they would get killed.

As they were eating, DJ poked his food. Out of nowhere, the gruel jumped out of the bowl and sludged away. As it did though, it chucked a piece of paper onto the ground. Lindsay, curious, picked up the letter.

"For the girl with smoldering eyes? What does smoldering mean?" she asked to no one in particular.

Bridgette and Gwen, who had heard her, walked up.

"Smoldering means they look nice." Bridgette kindly answered.

"Hm… looks like a love letter. Yup, definitely a love letter. Corny haiku poem and all."

"I wonder who it's for?" Bridgette wondered aloud.

"Probably you, Bertha. Or you, Gwen"

"Ha! For me? Doubt it." Gwen said. "Though you guys could have gotten it! Lindsay, you have Tyler. And Bridgette, what about Geoff?"

"But could George even spell haiku? I don't think he could write one." Lindsay stated.

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean? And can you even spell it? What about your boyfriend, Tyler?" Bridgette called out. Lindsay gained a fierce look in her eye as she tried to take the card from Bridgette's hands. Bridgette pulled back, ripping it in half. They glared into each other's eyes. Gwen stood back, looking at them dully.

"This'll be a fun challenge."

As Cody was eating, he saw DJ completely freaked out. His hands were shaking which caused him to drop his spoon. Cody decided to try to cheer him up.

"Uh, h-hey DJ? You okay?" he asked. The answer pretty obviously no, but Cody was trying to be nice.

"Y-yeah! Why wouldn't I be? I'm just a little nervous!" he lied. Though, as he said it, he started to sweat.

"Listen. We're going to be fine! They wouldn't let us die, right?"

"Uh, I wouldn't be too sure about that!" Chef Hatchet said as he cleaned up the plates. "I looked over your contracts, and you are actually able to die. You guys need to read the fine print sometimes!" DJ let out a giant squeak as he shook even more.

Cody sighed at Chef's timing. "DJ, I'll be up there with you. It'll be alright." he said, patting DJ's shoulder.

"T-thanks." DJ said, shaking slightly less.

"All right contestants! Will you please step outside for our next challenge!" Chris yelled, suspiciously loudly. As they stepped outside, they noticed Chris had another megaphone.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Leshawna yelled. "WHERE DID YOU GET ANOTHER ONE?"

The camera switched to an intern opening a closet door, full of megaphones.

"CODY, DEEJ! WILL YOU PLEASE STEP INTO THE PLANE!" he shouted. Cody, and a much slower moving DJ stepped into the plane, and it took off.

"ALL RIGHT, THE REST OF YOU! PUSH THESE PULL OUT COUCHES TO THESE SPOTS!" he said, pointing to a specific locations on the map.

The teens were quick to push the couches. It was pretty boring, but around halfway, there was an argument.

"Can you push HARDER?" Heather yelled at Gwen.

Gwen sighed. "I am! YOU are the one who's been taking breaks every 5 minutes just to file your nails!" They stopped, unbeknownst to Lindsay and Leshawna.

In the Plane

"AGH!" DJ screamed.

"Dude, calm down. We haven't even jumped yet." Cody responded. The plane had just hit some turbulence, somehow, and DJ was freaked the hell out. Cody put on his parachute, and had to put DJ's on for him.

"Okay DJ. We'll jump together."

"Well, jump soon!" Chef yelled from the cockpit.

"Alright. 3...2…"

"Wait! I can't do it!"

"DJ. Come on. You're DJ! You're super strong!"

"O-okay. Thanks!" DJ patted him on the back. A little too hard.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" Cody screamed, falling towards the ground. He frantically pulled his parachute cord. Instead of an actual parachute though, pile of sticks fall out. As Cody swore, he landed.

Author's Note: Um, hi! Didn't forget me, did ya? Probably. I have absolutely no excuse for the wait. I'm sorry. I promise you guys another chapter of my other story by Monday. So, we're nearing the merge. How fun! Trust me, when the merge happens, I will focus on the Bass more. They've just been separated for a lot of the story so far. So, hopefully see you soon.