The Commandeers of Wawanakwa

This alternative episode of TDI contains extreme stunts preformed by our favorite animated teens. Do not try any of what you see here in real life. Seriously…this is a Birthday gift not a lawsuit.

Part One: Breaking Point

"I doon't know why you loost since you had less girls on yoor team eh."

It had been several hours since he said it and several hours he had spent in the infirmary to get the swelling on his neck down, not to mention his vast bruises taken care of and hidden under his baggy green jacket. The more visual ones were covered with makeup much to his disgust.

Still Ezekiel could not argue with the results. If it wasn't for the soreness of his body, what happened earlier might have seemed like a distant dream. As if to remind him, the bruising around his neck started to throb. The dull pain caused the prairie boy to grit his teeth in pain, though outwardly his expression didn't change.

His thoughts came to a halt when he recognized a more pressing matter. "Baka!" He cried out suddenly in realization. Without a word he raced towards the Screaming Gophers cabin.

If there was one thing Courtney hated most it was losing. Losing was for other people, not her. And the sexist homeschooler sent that rage to a new level. Fortunately some of that anger had been tamed as she happily witnessed Eva giving the Gopher boy a lesson he would not forget anytime soon.

"Too bad he wasn't on my team. We could have easily dumped the dead weight." She muttered to herself as she exited the Killer Bass cabin along with the rest of the Bass girls and boys. Her anger returned in full force as she noticed the Gophers already outside by their hot tub eager to partake in the hard earned reward.

Courtney clenched her fists even tighter. An action not missed by LeShawna. The black female just smiled and waved back cheerfully, before proceeding to start a pep cheer. And it was one that had her whole team enthusiastically joining in.

Fear Riders

Cliff Divers

Hot Tub Builders

The Winners!

Yeah!!!

Go Gophers! Go Gophers!

As the cheer went on, the self proclaimed Bass leader's face turned red. Particularly when she noticed the prison bound delinquent staring with a smirk at LeShawna's booty, his eyes following the mound of flesh as it shook back and forth.

"Ogre snap out of it! They are the en-emy. Not potential notches on your dating pole!" Courtney's screech carried over the cheering and more then one person had gasped in shock. LeShawna just glanced from the tanned skinned girl to the punk before smirking.

"Oh is that jealousy we're hearing Miss CIT?" The sharp intake of breath from the Bass girl made her smile grow even more. "No! I could care less about who he dates. As long as it doesn't interfere with the competition and it's someone from-"

Duncan ended the CIT's words by placing a firm hand over her mouth, much to her absolute shock. He then smiled at LeShawna. "Then it's official. I'll see you after the bonfire then Lady Lusc-OUCH!!!"

The suaveness the punk was going for was ruined instantly when the CIT bit down hard on the inside of his hand. Promptly Duncan let go of her mouth and cursed in pain. Courtney though scoffed. "Serves you right Ogre." She commented haughtily before walking away with most of her team following behind her.

LeShawna rolled her eyes before raising an eyebrow at the still cursing male. "If your still here baby boy I might allow you some quality one on one time with LeShawna." Despite the pain, the delinquent smirked. "Consider it a date."

The sassy female rolled her eyes again, but couldn't keep the small smile off her face as Geoff and Trent slapped hands with the grinning punk, before the trio of Bass boys headed off towards the bonfire.

LeShawna was snapped out of her minor daze when someone next to her sighed. "He just had to be on the other team." Turning her head she noticed the pale skinned girl next to her staring almost longingly after the dark haired musician. Behind her a thin brunet gazed just as longingly at the goth.

The large and in charge sister sighed herself as she remembered what happened earlier at the campgrounds.

"Okay since the boats were a little LATE and your intros were way TOO Long..." Beth quickly raised her hand. "But all we did was say hi and take the camp picture." The farm girl protested getting nods from the other campers. Chris frowned.

"Again too long. I mean come on! Hardly any me time on camera! So we're doing this the quick way. Two teams! Courtney over there for the Killer Bass and…let's have Lindsay over on that side for the Screaming Gophers! Now catch!" Without warning two colored banners were tossed at the females. Courtney caught hers of an angry looking fish while Lindsay was clobbered.

Grinning at the blonde rubbing her head, Chris unrolled the second banner this one of a type of rodent. "Alright so our Bass Girls are Bridgette, Eva, Sadie and Izzy and our Gopher Girls are Heather, Gwen, Beth, LeShawna and Katie!"

Chris smiled happily as the opposite twins almost instantly grabbed onto each other. "But we have to be together!" One girl protested why the other nodded in agreement. "You can't do this! We have to be on the same team!!!"

"Shush!" The host grinned before continuing. "Now for the dudes. Gopher Boys are Owen, Justin, Cody and Noah…Bass Boys are DJ, Geoff, Harold, Duncan and Tyler!" To Chris McClain's annoyance someone else spoke up.

"Uh... aren't you forgetting something?" Noah commented raising his head briefly out of his book to gesture to the boys still standing by the stump seats. Chris looked at the duo, then at the two teams and then the clipboard.

"Darn it! Who was in charge of the roster! You missed two names!" Chris scowled before studying both teams closely. The goth girl was looking at the musician, turning her head quickly every time he looked back. And it made him smile.

"Alright Ezekiel join the Gophers and Trent join the Bass." Chris's smile grew as he noticed the crestfallen look on the pair.

"Baka! Stupido! Dum, Stupide, Estupido…" LeShawna was jolted out of her thoughts as was everyone else at the sound of the foreign words coming from a rapidly approaching Ezekiel. The toque wearing brunet didn't seem to notice the harsh glares coming his way as he passed by them to enter the boy's side of the Gopher cabin still speaking jargon to himself.

"What is that white boy saying?" Gwen frowned. "I'm not even going to ask."

Noah raised an eyebrow as the homeschooler entered the door and headed immediately towards his bunk. "Word of advice. I'd skip the Hot Tub party." Ezekiel started back in confusion. "Wot's a hoot tub? Ezekiel commented back.

Noah's snide words ended before they began as the homeschooler pulled himself up to his bed and promptly started rummaging around in a green duffle bag in an increasingly frantic manner. "What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh I goot Vitamin D deficiency and I need to…" Ezekiel stopped his search the moment his hand landed on a small bottle. The impact caused the contents to rattle. Ezekiel smiled. "Found it eh."

The bookworm just stared at him before picking up his book again. "All medicine for us sick little weakling babies is kept in Chef's refrigerator and locked up until morning so I'd suggest you hurry. The Killer Bass just headed off to the camp grounds a few minutes ago.

The ceremony already started when he got there and he could see the Killer Bass one by one picking up something white and small and putting it on a stick they held. Spotting the pair of pony tailed girls Ezekiel winced as his hand gravitated towards his neck in remembrance.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he looked around for Chef. Finally he spotted him down at the Dock of Shame putting luggage into an old tugboat. Gratefully he wasted no time in running over.

The large man's normal frown darkened the moment he noticed the small teen. "All Gophers MUST be in their cabin or at the party. No exceptions. SO GET MOVING!" Ezekiel winced and quickly held up the small bottle.

Chef scowled grabbing the bottle examining it briefly. "Consider yourself lucky. Next time I won't be so…nice." Ezekiel gulped as the large man started to storm away stopping short at the sight of the downcast ex-Bass.

"WAIT HERE CHICKEN! I'll be back for you." With that the cook left leaving the two boys standing on the dock. Relieved Ezekiel started to leave the dock as well at least until someone suddenly spoke up. "You know if you were on the Killer Bass instead of the Screaming Gophers you would be the one walking tonight after what you said in mess hall."

Startled Ezekiel turned around staring up at the ex camper who easily was more then half his size in both muscle and stature. "I doon't knoo why they goot so mad eh!" He blurted out suddenly causing the larger teen to frown.

"Oh come on man. That's one of the first things you learn at school. What not to say and how to treat a girl with respect." Noticing the still confused look on the homeschooler's face, DJ blinked. "Oh man, that's right your homeschooled."

DJ raked his brain for an analogy. "It's like…" The dark skinned male paused several times trying hard to think of a comparison that would make the shorter teen understand just how damaging and upsetting his comment truly was. Finally he got it.

"It's like telling a handicap person that just cause they can't walk there worthless." The horrorstruck expression on the homeschooler's face showed he finally got it. Then Ezekiel's face turned red and his fists shook with fury.

"My mom…is noot…worthless! Joost cause she has a fake leg and she has trooble walking every noo and then doos noot mean anything eh!" As Ezekiel raged on, DJ paled. Unknowingly he had insulted the homeschooler's mother, a major sin in his book. Immediately he tried to remedy the situation.

"Sorry dude I had no idea. But how you just felt about your momma…that's just how the girls felt when you told them that guys were smarter and stronger then they were." DJ was relieved when the prairie boy's anger faded away and he sighed.

"So I mopped down the floor with that one didn't I?" DJ forced back a chuckle as he replied to the question . "Uh… I think you meant you messed up. And yeah you did." Seeing the crestfallen look on Zeke's face, the gentle giant was quick to speak. "Hey! Don't be like that. "Sure it won't be easy, but you can dig yourself out of the hole you dug yourself into."

Ezekiel looked down at the wooden dock. "I'm noot in a hole eh." The homeschooler stated simply causing DJ to look at him again in astonishment. The football player then sighed. "It's a metaphor. You do know what that is?" Ezekiel crossed his arms and despite his height met DJ's eyes firmly.

"Figure of speech noot meant literal and ooften used as a symbol of representation." As DJ continued to stare, Ezekiel scowled. "Wot? I'm noot stoopid eh. I joost doon't get all the slingshots." Noticing the confused look on the teddy bear's face he tried again. "Sling? Swing? Jargon?" Hearing the last one DJ finally understood and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"It's the last one. And it's slang. Not slingshots." As Ezekiel smiled and nodded, DJ's smile turned serious. "Look man it's simple. You want to get out of trouble with everyone especially the girls....you have to work at it. Show them that it was all just a big misunderstanding and you didn't mean it."

Noticing the disbelieving stare on the homeschooler's face, DJ corrected himself. "Well now that I've been talking to you it's pretty obvious that you didn't know you were offending anyone, so all you have to do is prove it." the prairie teen nodded rapidly causing his green hat to bobble up and down.

DJ sighed again as he gazed back towards the camp entrance. "At least you have a couple of days to change their minds." Hearing the muttering and the wistfulness in his voice, Ezekiel studied the other teen. Immediately he noticed the yellow chicken hat and realized what had occured. "It was cause you did noot jump right?"

There was a few seconds of silence before DJ slowly nodded his head. Understanding Ezekiel continued. "Why you eh? I thought that bossy girl with the chicken hat would have been oot first." It took a few more moments before things clicked. "You mean Courtney?" When Ezekiel nodded the larger boy hunched his shoulders slightly.

"Yeah, actually it came down to me and her. She actually apologized somewhat. "Sorry DJ…but leadership is more important then strength and well…you were a big chicken." Zeke scowled. "She's one to talk! You said you were afraid. And so did…Beth. Boot Coortney tried to get a free pass oot of noot jumping by making excuses and when it didn't work she threw trash."

DJ's depresssion disappeared again and he chortled as the homeschooler once again mixed up the words. "Trash talk Ezekiel." The brunet flushed a bit from the blunder. As As both Gopher and ex-Bass continue to talk, both are unaware that Chef is coming back. At least until he spoke. "CHAT TIME IS OVER SOLDIERS!!!" Both boys jump and turn their heads to see Chef pointing a meaty finger at the tugboat.

DJ sighed as he got on the boat. As it pulls away he remembers something. "Remember your promise Zeke! If there's some way I could come back…you better be here when I do!" The prairie boy nods and waves back long after the boat left his sight.

It had been several hours since the Boat of Shame had left the dock and Ezekiel still hadn't moved from the dock, finding quiet contentment in the darkness of the night sky and the gentle rush of the water.

Before he knew it Dawn had broken sending waves of color across the sky. "My doctor should be happy eh...I spend the whole night ootside." Ezekiel said out loud with a smile. Hearing a strange bubbling coming somewhere nearby he quickly left the dock in search of the strange sound.

Chef was standing on the beach tapping his foot impatiently along with several interns. Inwardly the homeschooler wondered how he got back without the aid of the boat. His musings came to an end when the bubbling got louder. To his confusion a white truck with a fruit filled logo drove out of the ocean.

To his further surprise, a dolphin in a uniform drove the truck chattering happily. Chef wasn't amused. "ABOUT TIME! Those ungrateful brats will be up soon and how am I supposed to cook without any ingredients?!"

As the dolphin chatters, Chef threw open the truck doors. "ALRIGHT YOU INTERNS! UNPACK AND DOUBLE TIME IT TO THE KITCHEN! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!!!" Unseen by interns and Chef, Ezekiel watched in silent shock at the items being removed from the truck.

"Man I still can't believe that DJ left instead of CIT." Harold complained as he took the bottle of water and candy that the intern had offered with one hand and paying with the other. Behind him Geoff shifted his cowboy hat slightly to scratch his head. "So what was her name again?"

"Courtney." Bridgette answered taking a sip out of her own bottle. "And I kinda have to agree. That I'm a CIT mantra of hers is getting real old and real fast." Geoff nodded as he retrieved his own food salvation from the Tuck Shop. "And that parting comment to the guy. It was off lines."

"Leadership over Strength." Harold repeated taking a bite out chocolate. "GOSH! How heartless was that?" Bridgette took another sip of water before replying. "Well while it was in poor taste, it was nowhere even close to bad as-"

Bridgette trailed off and she glowered the moment she noticed Ezekiel heading up to the counter of the little shop. The country boy didn't seem to notice anyone's presence as he purchased a small notebook and a bottle of water.

Scowling she turned her head away and promptly turned back when she heard his protests. "Hey! I need that eh!" Ezekiel was now reaching for the bottle of water that Heather now had in her hands.

The raven haired girl proceeded to open the bottle and downed half of the liquid, before threatening to drop the bottle. "Doon't!" With a wicked smirk she let go. Ezekiel made a desperate grab, but it was too late. The precious water had drained away into the ground.

With a cry of frustration, Zeke got back up on his feet and stormed off. Though Bridgette didn't exactly approve of the Gopher girl's actions, she couldn't help the tiny self satisfied smirk on her face. At least until she took a step forward and immediately found herself falling backwards.

"Gotcha!!" Bridgette looked up to find herself in Geoff's arms. Smiling in thanks and blushing slightly, she missed the upset look on the nerd's face. "Thanks Geoff. I don't know what tripped me."

To answer Bridgette's question, Harold picked up a small white bottle he found on the ground. "Vitamin D supplement. Take two daily with water only." Noticing a yellow piece of tape he curiously turned the container to see more words these written in ink. "Doctor's orders! Two hours at least outside Zeke!"

Bridgette paled some. "I know…Ezekiel…is homeschooled, but I didn't think he had a deficiency." Geoff smiled. "Hey don't worry! Easy enough fix! We just grab another water-" The party boy's happy smile faded as the intern shook his head.

"That answers that! So what now?" In response to Geoff's question, Harold tapped the bottle in his hand. "Well first one of us needs to give Ezekiel back his medicine. After a few seconds Bridgette sighed and held out her hand.

The surfer girl found Ezekiel heading into the mess hall and quickly yanked him aside much to the delight of the other girls. Before the brunet could speak, Bridgette shoved both the pill bottle and her water bottle at him.

"You dropped this. And if you don't mind drinking from a girl's water bottle I guess you can have it." Ezekiel opened his mouth, but the blonde had already turned away and entered the cafeteria.

Through the disgusting breakfast, Bridgette couldn't help but notice the homeschooler as he sat at the far end of the Gopher table with the little notebook he got from the Tuck Shop and the water bottle. Every now and then he took sips while staring silently into space absorbed in his thoughts and he kept shooting glances towards the Bass who glared at him.

Next to her Duncan seemed to have a different theory as he studied the reclusive teen carefully. "An elaborate form of apology or something is on his mind that's my guess. Either way this might turn out interesting."

Courtney frowned at the delinquent as she shoved her plate away and turned her attention to the other table. "Hey Screaming Gophers! When WE beat you in the next challenge, vote off the Sexist Pig!"

Ezekiel had just taken a reluctant bite of food when the CIT spoke. He was so stunned by the comment that the food slid down wrong. Coughing harshly forcing the food back up and gasping for breaths in between, Heather made her own snide comment.

"He couldn't even land in the water without hitting something! A guy like that is only dead weight!" Lindsay coughed. "Not all guys who hit the water is dead weight Hanna. Some are actually cute."

Tyler grinned and winked back at the blonde while Eva next to him slowly twisted her spoon into a pretzel causing those near her to move closer to their neighbors. Next to Lindsay, the dark skinned teen next to her frowned before enveloping himself further into his novel.

The clatter of a tray being emptied and stacked grabbed everyone's attention as Ezekiel handed something to Chef before leaving the mess hall without a word. Courtney let out a relieved sigh. "Finally. The less I have to see of sexist pig the better."

As DJ had warned him the hatred was bad, but sexist pig? Ezekiel sighed as he wandered the campsite heedlessly letting his feet take him wherever. And that lead him to the Tuck Shop. To his confusion, Chris was there going on and on about mistaken delivery.

Moving out of sight, Ezekiel watched as intern after intern carried box after box of hair gel following after the now happy Chris. While baffled he was at the same time amused by the whole thing.

His curiosity getting the best of him he headed towards the now empty Tuck Shop. Vaguely he noticed that the provisions had been restocked and he decided to wait for the intern to come back. At least that was until he saw…that.

Ezekiel had remembered seeing that object in one of his books. An intercom if he remembered right. As he studied the old machine an idea ran through his head. Without a doubt the idea would be extremely dangerous and would inevitably land him in a huge amount of trouble, but on the other hand it might start digging him out of the hole he landed into.

After battling with himself for several seconds, Ezekiel slowly reached inside one of his jacket pockets with one hand, while the other reached for the button on the intercom.

Inside the mess hall, conversation came to a screeching halt and dishes crashed to the ground as the sound of someone blowing sharply into a whistle echoed harshly over the loud speaker.

Imagi's Ramblings: Well that's part one and as you can see this is just the start. Coming up next Zeke puts his plan in motion and you'll meet the other Commandeers. ;)

Hope you guys liked it so far…especially…Winter-Rae! B-Day gift baby! Which means alternative pairings and the Trent and Zeke switch among other things. ;)

Hope you liked Winter-Rae! :)

Last note....Ezekiel calls himself stupid in several different languages. Here's the languages if you were wondering. ;)

stupido - Italian
stupide- French
Estupido- Spanish
Dum- Danish
Dum- Norwegian
dum- Swedish
baka- Japanese

Imagi