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| Episode | Gallery | Transcript |
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Ahh, this is it. The life of a king. Now, more grapes.
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But sir! You wouldn't want to fill up on fruit before your "new ally" luncheon!
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(In the Calm-Down Cabana) I’ll carry that chariot a HUNDRED miles if it means we secure Blueberry’s vote tonight!
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I can put aside my royal-dues and focus, if it nabs me the victory!
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This will do.
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[They put Blueberry on the throne]
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Well, have a good look at our final three!
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And major props to you for making it happen!
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Cabby, Yin-Yang won immunity like a bajillion times, he would’ve smoked us all in the jury vote!
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He had to go at some point!
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Well you can explain that to him when you see him tonight! Since we’re outnumbered now!
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Best of luuuuck!
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[Balloon starts looking at Blueberry and starts approaching]
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Now here comes the royal first-class jet!
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Vrroooooooooom-
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AUGH!
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[Balloon rips off the tablecloth, spilling the food everywhere on the ground]
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Silver Spoon and Nickel
NO!
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YESSSSS!
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[The Floor is chewing the food]
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Oh, don't mind me!
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Look, Nickel. I get that things are weird between us... but I can’t stand here and watch you throw away your dignity over a measly vote!
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If we’re not working together anymore... what other choice do I have?
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Choice of dessert? Tiramisu would be lovely, mate.
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[The Floor is licking the food]
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Final five, assemble!
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Now that we’re so close to the end, I knew that we needed a challenge that was physically grueling, emotionally taxing, and psychologically DEVASTATING!
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[Everyone gasps]
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So the choice was obvious... a BAKING CHALLENGE!
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...
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Yay!
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You all will get 30 SECONDS to generate any ingredients you need to create your dream dessert... from the Pic-Nix Tables, of course!
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And once that timer is up, that’s all you get.
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GO!
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[Inaudible voices as they command every ingredient they want in the Pic-Nix Tables]
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[Timer rings]
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Time's up!
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And now that you all have your ingredients, you can all get started... But not on THIS island!
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Everyone
WHAT?
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In order to bake your dream desserts, you must navigate to the deserted DESSERT island, where you’ll find all of the tools you’ll need!
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Oh! Well, that's pretty cool-
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But in order to get there, you must make the 100 mile trek through the dessert DESERT, a dry, painful, cactus-filled journey that's sure to leave even the strongest begging for relief on their knees!
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Anyway! See you there!
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100 miles? Wow. Surely this will expose your inevitable weakness, the perfect opportunity to look down on you all and-
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...
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Uh, and?
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[Balloon waves in front of Blueberry but fails]
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Uh, how does he remain so still?
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Let’s stay on topic!
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The average healthy person walks five miles on a standard day!
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At that pace, it would take us 20 days to reach the island! So, we’ll need to-
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[Blueberry zooms in the wrong direction]
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Ugh, wrong way! Looks like we need that chariot... again.
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WAIT... he froze when he said “looking down...” (Gasp) I KNOW WHERE HE’S GOING!
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[Blueberry approaches into the hot air balloon]
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Blueberry, wait! If you let us in... you can borrow some of my flowers for your dish!
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And he does it, yet again.
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Certainly you wouldn’t go forth without your noble “butlers” by your side!
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Oh yeah, you're not coming with me.
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But your blatant pandering was delicious. Bye.
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You... BACKSTABBER!
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HOW DARE YOU TURN ON ALL OF US?!
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Wow. Like looking in a mirror.
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[Silver Spoon lifts up the chariot]
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You will RUE THIS DECISION!
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Everyone
WHOA!
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[Silver Spoon throws the chariot and Blueberry holds it]
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While I appreciated the lift, I'll be taking this lift on my own.
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[Blueberry throws the chariot on Silver Spoon]
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How did he get SO STRONG?
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[Cut back on the palette where Silver Spoon is mad]
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GAH! Playing the role of pompous know-it-all while effortlessly controlling the game.
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That was MY THING!
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I'm not so sure about that second one.
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Look everyone… I know we’re not exactly… aligned… right now, but can we all agree that the king needs to be dethroned?
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Grapes begone!
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Yeah, strategically, it's a no-brainer.
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...
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For the sake of the game!
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ALRIGHT! [Clears throat] We better get going. We have a long journey ahead of us!
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[Everyone goes to the Dessert Desert]
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[Meanwhile Blueberry is remembering Fan leaving Indefinite Island]
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I appreciate you carrying our baskets, Cabby!
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Whatever will ensure us the quickest journey.
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Well Mr. Giant Biceps over here can carry some of those for you! Seriously, you lifted that whole chariot like it was nothing!
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Well… as mighty strong as I am, that felt… new. Like, I had lost control…
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Well, even if it wasn’t the smartest game-move, I appreciate you standing up for what was right!
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[Balloon is shocked]
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(In the Calm-Down Cabana) Hah! Rich coming from the guy who literally vomits when he tries to apologize.
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Now he cares about doing the right thing, for SILVER?
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Happy to help!
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[The sun reflects Silver Spoon]
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Whoa, Silver, did you just glow?
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Oh, it must be the desert’s hot sun reflecting off of my dazzling shiny self!
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Every rose has its thorn, of course.
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Wait, thorns… that gives me an idea!
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Cabby, I’m down to try something crazy if you can...trust me again.
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What are you thinking?
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[Balloon takes out the cactus's thorns]
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I told myself I’d stay away from the thorns, but Silver’s courage gave me some of my own!
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[Balloon pops himself to a faster pace]
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HoHOOO! BOTTOM NO MORE! BALLOON'S RISING TO THE TOP!!!
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[Blueberry made it into the Deserted Dessert Island]
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Blueberry! I thought staging your own murder was over the top!
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But then you force the others to endure a 100 mile trek, and steal the only available vehicle?
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RUTHLESS.
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Yeah, I guess so.
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Surely it will take those guys WEEKS to arrive at this point!
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Looks like this season may last a bit longer than anticipated.
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You can find your kitchenette over there, so chop chop!
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[Blueberry started cooking but then remembered himself working out while reading the cookbook which Lifering and TK are shocked]
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Wow Balloon, at this pace, we could make it to the deserted dessert island before sundown! …Balloon?
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[deflated] I’m almost out of air guys, I can’t do this much longer!!
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Everyone
AAAH!
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[Everyone crashed]
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[deflated] Is everyone alright?
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Oh my! YOU CERTAINLY AREN’T! Cabby, moisturizer, and a lot of it, there should be some in my basket!
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I don’t have any Silver… or ANY of our ingredients!!
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[deflated] Well, it appears that one ingredient survived! Now, where are my FLOWERS, eh?
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[It started raining]
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AHHHH!
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We’ll need to take shelter for the night!
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According to my file on this very desert, there’s a cave only about a mile ahead!
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[Everyone started running until they got into a large cave]
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How did the dessert desert become such a dry wasteland if there are rainstorms like this!?
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There’s nothing in my file on precipitation at all! How unlucky!
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Yep, that checks out.
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On the bright side, now we have nature’s moisturizer galore!
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Dry skin is the real one being eliminated!
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[Everyone gasps]
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My, it’s not so bad, I can refer you to my dermatologist! [looks at the hand] Oh, poo. [screams]
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[Everyone screams]
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[Cabby rolls under the sand]
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Ah! My wheel! It's stuck!
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Balloon! We gotta help her!
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[A hand grabs Cabby]
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[Cabby screams]
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[Balloon and Nickel run under a rock]
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Since we’re gonna die anyway, Nickel, I have to know… You’ve spent all day convincing us to work together, pumping up Silver when he’s down, running back to help save Cabby without any hesitation.
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But you spent SO long tormenting me, bringing me down… what did I do to you to deserve that??
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Balloon… none of this is your fault, it’s mine. Completely.
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I was honestly just scared to be manipulated, to fall for your old tricks… so I put a wall up, sure.
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But that fear transformed into something… I didn’t even recognize.
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I was awful to you. And I’m genuinely really sorry. I’m not that same person anymore, but you don’t owe me forgiveness,
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I totally understand.
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[Blueberry is done]
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Break time!
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MePhone… you said the season may need to extend a few weeks, but you always knew how long the desert trek would be!
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Uh, it’s not the assistant’s responsibility to question the host.
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Well what I really question is why you’re even pretending…
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when you clearly don’t want the season to actually end!
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Of course I do! But sometimes… uhh you gotta spice things up! Wait until the others get here - this twist I’ve conjured up! [snickers]
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The ovens are going to take MONTHS just to warm up! Crazy right??
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Wow, okay. Look, I realize that there’s more beneath the surface than meets the eye.
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And you, my friend, are a classic case. [pops away]
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Hey boys! The name's Tyler BOMBARD!
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Sorry if I came off strong, I mean… it’s in the name!
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LET US GO, FREAK!
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Nickel! Don't mind him.
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You should really be more culturally sensitive!
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In Tyler culture, an ominous and sudden grab is a sign of hospitality!
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Educate yourself!
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And you know what ISN’T respectful in my culture? Trespassing.. in MY VACATION HOME!
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And despite that.. you all bonding while being in a stressful situation…
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I JUST CONNECTED WITH YOU GUYS! So, as mayor of the deserted dessert island, I can get you all there lickity split!
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But we’re nearly 95 miles away, and it’s pouring outside!
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Did you think my vacation home DIDN’T have a direct tunnel to the island?
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Doesn’t that entirely defeat the purpose of a vacation home--
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Everybody in! We're still in this!
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WHOA! Look mate! They've already made it, WEEKS ahead of schedule!
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[Concerned] Delightful! Hehe... Well, Blueberry’s already done, as a penalty for arriving 8 hours later than he did, your ovens will now take EIGHT WEEKS just to power on!
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Oh, snap! What a twist!
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Well, we won't even be NEEDING an oven!
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Because we, as a team, will simply be handing in this flower, as a symbol of the struggle we have all endured to get here, and beauty we’ve found in it.
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Really? THIS is your entry?
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Would you rather eat spoiled butter in the hot sand?
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Eh, fair enough!
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[MePhone4 started chewing the flower]
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Yeah, this gets a 1/10. I’d give it a zero, but the friendship speech was a nice thematic parallel. You’re a real poet, Balloon.
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Well, MY cookie is the ultimate symbol of servantship.
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You’ll find a grape compote on the inside, just like the ones that were fed to me this morning by my butlers.
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And you can’t forget the organic oat-flour binding it all together. Horses eat oats, horses live to serve us.
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It's beautiful.
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That's actually awful.
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[bite] Yep, this rocks. So, in the biggest blow-out in II challenge history, Blueberry wins immunity-- [chewing] Wait, why are my lips so-- TINGLY? Oh--ugh--AH!
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-Oof, yeah, is it just me, or is it getting… hot down here?
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Wait… Blueberry, you said you used oat-flour, and grapes, when under intense, heat become… RAISINS!
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[Everyone gasps]
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So?
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You dunce! That’s an oatmeal raisin cookie, AKA the #1 contributor towards GLOBAL WARMING!
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[The chaos reigns]
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Everyone
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[gasp] Curse you, climate change! [sobbing]
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I caused this chaos, and it’s up to me to save us! Everyone, follow me!
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[Everyone follows Blueberry into the hot air balloon]
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Are you putting others before yourself? The scorching heat must be getting to his head!
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I wish. In reality, seeing you all working together, despite the long odds, it made me realize how long I’ve isolated myself from others.
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[Everyone screams]
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Yeah. We're out of here.
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[Everyone headed back to Paradise]
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Of course, the moment that peace is brought to our little island, destruction follows! [sighs] I wish the lucky one never left us!
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The lucky one?
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Yes, our savior. The green goddess, descending from above! With her presence, our once dry wasteland had transformed into a utopia of rainbow perfection!
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Was THAT the “project” Clover was going on about?
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Well that explains why my file never covered rain, there were… other factors at play!
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And now, it’s all been STRIPPED from us! At least that MENACE IS DECEASED!
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Oh come on, he was having a growth moment, and sacrificed his life to get us out of there!
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Shouldn’t we award the attempt to change?
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NO. I need some air.
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[MePhone4 recovers Blueberry]
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Well Blueberry’s cookie, for nearly killing us all, is disqualified!
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So, the flower wins! But, only one of you can win immunity… no teamsies!
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Well surely… Balloon deserves it! That dazzling poetic interlude, MWAH! Chef’s kiss!
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Wow, that's real nice of you!
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Simply returning the favor!
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Alright, so Balloon is immune! And while the challenge didn’t end up being a blow-out, the vote BETTER BE!
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Congrats. And… sorry about earlier, by the way… I know I threw a lot at you.
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No, no listen! I know how difficult it is to leave the old version of yourself behind! It's a long trek! But maybe, we can take it together!
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[Nickel and Balloon shake hands]
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[Silver Spoon looks at Blueberry]
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Oh my! What happened to your whole “I’m controlling the game” bit?
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What’s the use. I’ve pushed everyone away, in an effort to intimidate you all into losing the game, but I failed. And now, everyone hates me.
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Hah, you’re right… everyone does hate you.
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Yeah, I just said that.
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(In the Calm-Down Cabana) I’ll admit, I may have lost my way a bit with the encouragement, the “palling around” or what have you.
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But I came here to WIN. And if everyone hates Blueberry, including the jury, he CAN’T leave tonight.
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[Balloon and Nickel laughing]
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So, we’re going to go to the final 4 with that dynamic duo… and vote out a clear loser in the finals?
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That’s gone through my head too. But you saw today, it took a historic circumstance to beat him in the challenge!
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And if he makes it to the finals, is that so bad? We can make it happen, right now, the three of us.
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[Balloon and Nickel pressed the Elimination Button]
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Elimination Time! Tada!
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Yeah, so I didn’t anticipate having the ceremony so soon… The challenge was supposed to last considerably longer. [looks at The Floor] But… the show must go on. I’ll read the votes. First vote... Blueberry. Nickel.
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[Nickel lip syncs "Why me?]
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One vote Blueberry. One vote Nickel. Blueberry. Two votes Blueberry. One vote Nickel. Nickel. Two votes Blueberry, two votes Nickel. One vote left. The sixteenth contestant voted out, and the next member of our jury… Blueberry.
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Well, whatever, I deserve it.
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Blueberry… the cookie situation was a complete accident, you didn’t know!
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Oh, it’s not the global warming thing, I kind of liked combusting! I meant to push everyone away, to finally achieve my victory, but it left me with nothing.
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You did what you thought you had to to succeed, I think we can all understand that. But you don’t need to force everyone away to win in the end.
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Yeah dude, just be nicer to people.
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[Blueberry is shocked]
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Let’s not lie to ourselves, that’s not gonna happen. But just know… I’m rooting for you all.
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Ahhh.
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And while an entire island may have crumbled to bits in a destructive blaze-- The understanding amongst our final 4 has never been stronger! Can it hold up now with nowhere left to hide? Find out next time onnnnn, Inanimate Insanity Invitational!
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[Episode ends]
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ADAMATION!
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