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Eighteen pairs of wikia users from across the wiki spectrum, ranging from Wawanakwa Central to Total Roleplay Drama are competing around the world for the million dollar prize! There will be pain, drama, maybe even a little romance and things are bound to get Ridonculous! Who will win?

The Cast

  • GhostNoises - The Host
  • Blake Megido & DerpyandDawn - The Fashion Bloggers
  • OstianWendy & DarkKid99 - The Best Friends
  • Dianted & TrentFan - The Step Brothers
  • XxSolarEclipsexX & LucinaFTW - The Daters
  • DestructiveMilkshake & Heozaki - The Father and Son
  • Gwopher & Surferdude1219 - The Surfer Dudes
  • GalaxyRemixZ & IcicleIllusionist - The Vegans
  • NLG343 & Wes Holden - The Reality TV Pros
  • Ma luissahhotmail.com & SpiritAnimal - The Mother and Daughter
  • SteelWolf & JRO321 - The Geniuses
  • Mirnish & VeryUnknownFan - The Ice Dancers
  • X16bit & TylerSurvivorFan - The LARPers
  • ConkerChu & NanoPower512 - The Adversity Twins
  • Loenev & LWashingtonn - The Sisters
  • Chwiis 2.0 & Bulbasaur-Is-Awesome - The Rockers
  • Sean the Arctic Fox & KidLego09 - The Wiki Rivals
  • Phyneo & Usitgz - The Goths
  • TheEpicDestroyer & Cabbage pult 74 - The Admin Cadets

Episodes

Episode One: None Down, Eighteen to Go - Part 1

  • Ghost: Welcome to Wikia Presents: The Ridonculous Race, where eighteen times will be arriving now in Toronto, where they will begin their first of 26 leg race around the globe! I am GhostNoises, and this is... the Ridonculous Race. Let's meet our first team!
  • Ghost: Blake and Donnie, the Fashion Bloggers!
  • Blake: *takes a selfie while on the train*
  • Donnie: *CONF* Blake and I might have our differences, but we both excel in fashion!
  • Blake: *CONF* Me a little bit more, obvious.
  • Donnie: *CONF* Whatever, I'm starter.
  • Blake: *CONF* Keep dreaming, hun'. Anyway, we're totally going to win this because we are fierced, strong and determined and NO ONE is getting in our way.
  • Ghost: Wendy and Dark, the Best Friends!
  • Wendy: *looks at Dark and smiles, as they ride the train*
  • Dark: *CONF* LOL, Wendy and I have been best friends forever. 
  • Wendy: *CONF* Yeah, none of those other hoes have anything as strong as us.
  • Dark: *CONF* Same.
  • Wendy: *CONF* Yas kween! *they hi-five*
  • Ghost: Dianted and TF, the step brothers!
  • Dianted: *shoves TF as they ride in the back of the taxi*
  • TF: Ouch!
  • Dianted: *CONF* TF and I used to be like, super chaotic besties until we became step brothers!
  • TF: *CONF* Why can't we be friends?
  • Dianted: *CONF* He never gets it. *rolls eyes*
  • TF: Same.
  • Ghost: Meet Solar and Lucina, the inseperable daters!
  • Lucina: *bites lips* Mmmm
  • Solar: Yes daddy?
  • Lucina: Saem.
  • Solar: *CONF* Lucina and I met a few weeks ago online, and we knew it was an instant connection. So, I like, hit his lard ass up and we like, met irl, and we're totes' in love!
  • Lucina: *CONF* i agere
  • Solar: *CONF* What?
  • Lucina: *CONF* sam e
  • Ghost: Here's the father and son, Milk and Heo!
  • Milk: *puts his hand on Heo's shoulder, who brushes it off* Wow honestly okay, whatever.
  • Heo: Ugh, stop trying to bond with me, dad. You're not even Christian.
  • Milk: *CONF* Heo's only twelve years old, and he's incredibly independent.
  • Heo: *CONF* And dad, you're single and lonely.
  • Milk: *CONF* And you're lucky we're on television, you little sh*t.
  • Ghost: Aww, family bonding! Let's meet the Surfer Dudes!
  • Gwopher: Aye bud, it's been a while.
  • Surfer: Yes.
  • Gwopher: *CONF* Surfer is like the raddest dude I know, and he's almost as cool as the Clash. Eh, not close, but aye.
  • Surfer: *CONF* Thanks.
  • Ghost: Jordan and Liam, the newfound Vegans!
  • Liam: *CONF* So like, I was reading on twitter how being vegan is the new thing, and I realised how gross meat us.
  • Jordan: *CONF* Hipster. I was vegan before you.
  • Liam: *CONF* F*** off! Explain the hotdog eating contest the other day?
  • Jordan: *CONF* Tofu dogs, b****. Lmao.
  • Ghost: Nice team spirit. Let's meet NLG and Wes, the Reality Tv Pros!
  • Wes: *folds his arms angrily*
  • NLG: Hey, sign up for my camp?
  • Wes: *CONF* With the shutdown of Tdicamps, I'm super angry, and I'm directing all of that onto the competition. I've been playing for years now, so I'm an expert and I'm going to take these people down.
  • NLG: *CONF* There's no one to stop us godplaying!
  • Ghost: Meet Maria and Lego, the mother and daughter!
  • Maria: *smiles* strawberry pies
  • Lego: *facepalms*
  • Maria: :) Is Samey Mexican?
  • Lego: *CONF* Competing with my loser mom is going to be so difficult, since she has like, the attention span of a goldfish. I don't mean to be rude, but, it's a serious problem.
  • Maria: XD
  • Ghost: Strong competitors. Meet X and JRO, the Geniuses.
  • RJ: *CONF* I'm certain we will win this. Our competition is probably feminists.
  • JRO: *CONF* I hate feminists.
  • RJ: *CONF* Their agenda is almost as stupid as democrats.
  • JRO: *CONF* I hate democrats.
  • RJ: *CONF* If we win the money, we'll donate it to help Donald Trump's presidental campaign.
  • JRO: *CONF* I hate Mexicans.
  • Ghost: Yikes. Meet Mirnish and VUF, the Ice Dancers!
  • VUF: *stares*
  • Mirnish: *CONF* VUF and I are competitive Ice Dancers, and we will win the gold!
  • VUF: *CONF* Not unless you drop me on my head again.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Don't be such a drama queen.
  • VUF: *CONF* A fractured jaw because my face slamming into the cold ice is totally something to whine over, okay?
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Ugh, this is why we lose. Because you're so stuck in the past. Get over it.
  • VUF: *CONF* Not unless we win.
  • Ghost: Meet Conker and Nano, the adversity twins!
  • Conker: *squeals as he sees a spider walk across the ground*
  • Nano: Oh my gosh, what was that?
  • Conker: *takes deep breaths* Only a spider, only a spider, only a spider.
  • Nano: AGH! Spider!
  • Conker: *CONF* My twin brother Nano and I, well, aren't exactly fearless, brave or strong.
  • Nano: *CONF* Yeah. We're plagued with allergies, anxiety, crippling weakness and all sorts of stuff, so this race is basically our worse nightmare!
  • Conker: *CONF* We can do it? Right?
  • Nano: *CONF* We'll probably be the first to go.
  • Conker: *CONF* Mhm.
  • Ghost: Meet Tyler and X, the LARPers!
  • Tyler: I am X, and I am the Wizard of Wawanakwa!
  • X: Come on, don't be so theatrical. 
  • Tyler: Sorry, did I do okay?
  • X: Shut up, let's win this!
  • Ghost: Meet Amber and Lynn, the sisters!
  • Amber: *puts on lipstick*
  • Lynn: *files her nails*
  • Amber: *CONF* Lynn and I are super close sisters, and we're going to work hard to win the million dollars.
  • Lynn: *CONF* We're both really pretty, so we can manipulate like, a lot of men and probably women too!
  • Amber: *CONF* Don't count us out, okay? Just because we're cute doesn't mean we don't have brains!
  • Lynn: *CONF* We're going to be vicious!
  • Amber: *CONF* Only when necessary.
  • Lynn: *CONF* Yeah...
  • Ghost: Meet Chris and Bulba, the Rockers!
  • Bulba: *fake plays air guitar*
  • Chris: *CONF* Bulba and I totally need the money, especially since we can barely afford the rent living in my mom's basement!
  • Bulba: *nods*
  • Chris: *CONF* We're gonna' Shrek all of these other teams, and win the million!
  • Bulba: Yeah!
  • Ghost: The Wiki Rivals, Sean and KidLego!
  • KidLego: *pants* We're... in a train! I can't contain myself... it's like... I'm the fat controller... from Thomas the Tank Engine! *faints*
  • Sean: Are you okay, weirdo?
  • KidLego: *CONF* Most people seem to think we hate each other, but while we do, I guess we're friends too.
  • Sean: *CONF* We're actually lovers. But no one needs to know that, as I don't need him tarnishing my reputation around here.
  • KidLego: *CONF* What reputation?
  • Sean: *CONF* I'll smash your train collection.
  • Ghost: Meet Phy and Usi, the Goths.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: *stares*
  • Ghost: Okay... and time for our final time... the Admin Cadets!
  • Epic: *CONF* We're both strong and determined, and we're going to win the million bucks!
  • Cabbage: *CONF* Being admin cadets, we've learnt the ins and outs, and know how to be mature, responsible and resilient leaders.
  • Epic: *CONF* And we're going to kick butt doing it.
  • Cabbage: *CONF* Mature. Responsible. Resilient.
  • Epic: *CONF* Fine, okay. Way to ruin the fun.
  • Ghost: These are the eighteen teams competing! *they gather* Welcome to the Ridonculous Race. This is how it will work. Across the street you will see your first Don Box, which will give you a tip on your first travel destination. Your goal? Reach the Chill Zone as the last team to stand on the Carpet of Completion may be eliminated. Ready? Set? Go! *is trampled by the crowd as they run* AGH! Not the hair!
  • Blake: *hits the Don Box* Race on foot... *pants* to the CN tower...
  • Milk: And find your next tip.
  • Heo: There's the tower! Come on!
  • Milk: Alright, don't rush me you little sh*t!
  • Heo: Whatever.
  • Mirnish: Come on, faster!
  • VUF: What do you think I'm doing?
  • Mirnish: Being slow, because you're bitter!
  • VUF: STFU.
  • Mirnish: Don't make me drop you again, hun.
  • Solar: See baby? We don't need to bicker like them? *makes out with Lucina as they reach the next Don Box*
  • Lucina: *grabs the tip* whts an eiter or?
  • Ghost: More commonly known as Either/Or, the teams will get to choose which challenge they'll go through, and in this case, its' Scares or Stairs! They either climb 144 flights of stairs to reach the world's tallest observation deck, or scares and take elevator and get the scares of a lifetime, and walk around the top of the tower! They must finish either task, and find the local to receive their next tip!
  • Conker: Stairs?
  • Nano: Stairs.
  • Conker: *CONF* Being the older brother, I have to make all the wise decisions for us.
  • Nano: *CONF* Hey, it's not my fault you have motion sickness in elevators!
  • Conker: This is going to be a long season. *sighs*
  • RJ: Of course the women are going to take the stairs so they can seem equal to men. Feminists.
  • JRO: I hate stairs. *walks into the elevator*
  • RJ: *hits the buttons, jamming the elevator*
  • JRO: I hate you.
  • RJ: Whatever. 
  • Epic: Come on, let's climb the stairs and show these teams who is boss!
  • Cabbage: Ugh! *sighs*
  • Epic: Chicken.
  • Wendy: Um, huntie, watcha' wanna do?
  • Dark: Scares. 
  • Dianted: Spooky.
  • Wendy: Uh, your partner is there.
  • Dianted: We could be life partners.
  • TF: Dianted, come on, let's take the stairs.
  • Dianted: Why?
  • TF: *CONF* He's easily distracted.
  • Dianted: *CONF* I can feel the connection.
  • TF: *CONF* No.
  • Phy: *breathes*
  • Usi: Scares.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Gwopher: Ugh, my legs are killing me! *racing up stairs*
  • Surfer: Bro, we've got this!
  • Gwopher: You're so nice!
  • Surfer: Thanks, bro!
  • Chris: *spits on the stairs before him* Ha, take that other teams!
  • Bulba: *slips*
  • Chris: Damn, should have thought that through.
  • Conker: *panting* That's three flights...
  • Nano: *drops onto knees* H-hold me...
  • Conker: *faints*
  • Solar: *runs past them* Frickin' pathetic.
  • Lucina: Sam.
  • Solar: Who the hell is Sam? *turns back, raising fist* You dirty hoe!
  • Lucina: Saem.
  • Solar: Oh, right. Idiot. *keeps running*
  • KidLego: Wait, hold up! *runs back out of elevator, picking up his toy train*
  • Sean: Come back, you idiot! *watches as KidLego is shut out of the elevator* Damn it!
  • KidLego: I couldn't leave you, Percy... you always pull the mail on time.  Yes Gordon, you thunder down the line. We all get it. Get over yourself.
  • Sean: *leans head against elevator door, sighing*
  • Amber: Um, you mean we have to walk around the tower at this height?
  • Lynn: My weave will fall out!
  • Blake: *rolls eyes* Not like it was good in the first place.
  • Lynn: Excuse me?
  • Blake: Sorry hun', that's bargain bin kinda stuff.
  • Amber: Hey, leave Lynn alone!
  • Lynn: I can handle this myself.
  • Donnie: Come on Blake, they're not worth it. *grabs a helmet* 
  • Milk: *gulps* Has this piece of crap been tested?
  • Heo: Praying...
  • Milk: Ugh, stop trying to be cool.
  • Maria: *walking around tower* If I die...
  • Lego: Yeah?
  • Maria: XD :) Strawberry pies.
  • Lego: *facepalms*
  • NLG: *reaches the top of the stairs immediately*
  • Wes: Did you godplay?
  • NLG: Of course not! Quick, get the next tip!
  • Wes: *runs over to the local* Catch your flight with a zip, line the ride to your tip? Huh?
  • Ghost: Teams must take a flimsy zipline over lake ontario to the chill zone!
  • Wes: Let's do this!
  • NLG: *grabs onto the T-Bar, and rides down with Wes*
  • Wes: Come on, first place!
  • NLG: *lands  by the airport, and runs onto the chillzone*
  • Wes: Aw yes!
  • Ghost: Reality TV Pros, first place!
  • Solar: *rides down zipline while making out with Lucina* 
  • Lucina: Mm.
  • Ghost: Daters, second place! As more and more teams begin to arrive, it's coming to a close race for last place! Surfers, 3rd! Best Friends, 4th! Mother and Daughter, 5th! Fashion Bloggers, 6th! Ice Dancers, 7th!
  • VUF: You're f***ing kidding me.
  • Ghost: I'm not. Goths, 8th! Rockers, 9th! Cadets, 10th! Sisters, 11th! Geniuses, 12th! Father and Son, 13th!
  • Liam: Come on Jordan, hurry your fat ass up!
  • Jordan: Ugh, it's all that kale!
  • Liam: KALE. IS. GOOD.
  • Jordan: For hipsters, anyway! *rushes down zipline, and it snaps into the ocean, dropping him and Liam*
  • Liam: Agh! I told you not to enter that hot dog eating contest.
  • Jordan: Lol, same.
  • Ghost: Vegans, 14th!
  • Liam: You're lucky this time, vegan newbie! 
  • Chris: We're down to the Adversity Twins, Step Brothers, Wiki Rivals and LARPers!
  • Sean: *sighs, as the elevator reaches the bottom* Get in!
  • KidLego: Fine!
  • Sean: Is it really worth us losing for your dumb toys?
  • KidLego: They're not just toys! They're my friends.
  • Sean: Idiot! *pushes elevator button*
  • Conker: *pulls himself up the next flight of steps*
  • Nano: *is dragged up by his feet* Come on... faster...
  • TF: How did we get so far behind?
  • Dianted: Honestly same!
  • TF: Get on the zipline, let's go! 
  • Dianted: HOLY SH**, PANCAKES.
  • TF: No! *pulls Dianted by the sleeve as they rush down the zipline*
  • Dianted: NO! I hate you so much!
  • Ghost: Step Brothers, 15th.
  • Tyler: We're finally... up the stairs. Did I do good?
  • X: Shut up, let's go!
  • Tyler: Is that good? 
  • X: Stop seeking validation, you feminist.
  • Ghost: LARPers, 16th!
  • X: Ugh.
  • Sean: *walks around the top of the tower with KidLego* Don't drop your damn toys!
  • KidLego: I won't! They're too important.
  • Conker: Ugh... we're... at the top! Yes! *tries to stand up, but falls over*
  • Nano: Yay, go us!
  • Sean: *finishes* Come on, let's get to the zipline! *glares at the twins as they run for it*
  • Ghost: Both the Adversity Twins and Wiki Rivals are riding down the zip line. Who is it going to be?
  • Conker: *runs*
  • Nano: *runs*
  • Sean: *runs*
  • KidLego: *runs*
  • Ghost: Wiki Rivals, 17th! Adversity Twins, 18th!
  • Conker: Man, does that mean we're out?
  • Ghost: Nope, it's a non-elimination leg, and you're heading to Morocco! The first six teams to arrive will be leaving on Flight 1, an hour before Flight 3. The next 6 teams will be on Flight 2, leaving 30 minutes before Flight 3. And the last 6 teams will be leaving on Flight 3, with a massive disadvantage. Who will be the first team to be cut from the competition? Tune in!

Episode Two: None Down, Eighteen to Go - Part 2

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... we introduced 18 teams, and had them climb up the CN Tower in Toronto. We learnt some teams have some bad blood, and that the twins really do suck at life. Things are heating up as they head to Morocco. Which team will be cut from the competition? Find out tonight on... The Ridonculous Race! *theme song* With the first two flights already in the air, the last group of 6 are waiting to board theirs!
  • Liam: *takes a sip of tea*
  • Jordan: *slaps it out of his hand*
  • Liam: Um, what the heck is your problem?
  • Jordan: I saw them put milk in your cup!
  • Liam: *spits it out* You're JOKING.
  • Jordan: You don't even seem mad, you're just a fake vegan for the twitter follows.
  • Liam: Little miss hotdog eating contest calling me FAKE? Oh, it is ON.
  • Jordan: That was before I was vegan.
  • Liam: F*** off, meat eater.
  • Jordan: F*** off, milk drinker. *glares and folds arms*
  • Milk: So, Heo, you think we should try aligning with the other teams?
  • Heo: *praying*
  • Milk: D*ckhead. You never listen to me.
  • Heo: Excuse me?
  • Milk: Shut up, you spoiled brat.
  • Heo: Ugh, dad, stop being so embarrassing.
  • Milk: WELL LISTEN TO ME! 
  • Heo: Fine, ugh. What were you saying?
  • Milk: You know what? I need some time alone. *walks off*
  • Heo: *rolls eyes*
  • Milk: TF did you just do to me?
  • Heo: Nothing.
  • Milk: Good. Try anything again, and you're grounded, kiddo. *walks off*
  • Dianted: *points to Heo and Milk* We should be more like them?
  • TF: Excuse me?
  • Dianted: You heard me. You robbed me of pancakes.
  • TF: Why can't we just be friends like we used to? :(
  • Dianted: Life is unfair.
  • TF: Same.
  • X: Ugh, no other girls in the bottom 6? Despicable. I'm an egalitarianist, and I think there should be at least one girl team here. So much for equality.
  • Tyler: Sorry for being a burden, do you think I did good last leg?
  • X: Yes, stop asking.
  • Tyler: Alright.
  • X: Pushover. Stop victimising yourself, f***ing Anita Sarkeesian.
  • Tyler: Who is that?
  • X: Nevermind.
  • KidLego: I wish we could take a train to Morocco. That would make this competition even more special.
  • Sean: You're kidding me...
  • KidLego: Hey Sean...
  • Sean: Yeah?
  • KidLego: Who do you think would win in a fight? Thomas or Toby? I feel like Thomas has the upperhand because of his raw experience being a train, but Toby does have considerable strength considering the fact that he's square, and could easily square up.
  • Sean: Stop.
  • KidLego: So?
  • Sean: I'm not answering that.
  • Conker: *sits down on seat, sighing* At least it was a non-elimination leg.
  • Nano: Yeah, thankfully.
  • Conker: Nano, we totally need more team spirit if we're going to win this! We can't keep being downers.
  • Nano: But we are downers. Most of our time at school is spent inside a locker. I think we've lost all shred of hope.
  • Conker: You think, but you don't know.
  • Nano: True.
  • NLG: *drinks the entire drink tray inside first class*
  • Wes: How did you do all that?
  • NLG: I'm not godplaying.
  • Wes: *CONF* Usually, I'd be very against godplaying, but we're kicking things old school, old camp style. And NLG is a very good partner to have in these circumstances.
  • NLG: *CONF* Sign up for My Total Drama: The Return of Nemo.
  • Lucina: *sits on Solar's lap* Dady.
  • Solar: Yeah baby?
  • Lucina: *kisses him*
  • Solar: Honestly, same.
  • Gwopher: *listens to old rock music loudly, which can be heard through his headphones*
  • Surfer: Hey, can you turn that down?
  • Gwopher: What did you say about the Beatles?
  • Surfer: Huh?
  • Gwopher: I thought you were cool, man.
  • Surfer: Uh, nevermind...
  • Dark: First flight, we're like so winning this.
  • Wendy: Yas kween, we make a perfect team. &mutters* and a perfect couple.
  • Dark: What?
  • Wendy: Yeah same.
  • Dark: What did you say?
  • Wendy: Yes.
  • Dark: What?
  • Wendy: Marina and the Diamonds.
  • Blake: YES.
  • Donnie: Um... *filing nails* Why are you talking to them?
  • Blake: I legit just said YES.
  • Donnie: Well, maybe you should say nothing. Don't get all friendly with them.
  • Blake: Whatever, alligator elbows.
  • Wendy: You like Marina?
  • Blake: Yes, she's perf.
  • Wendy: Same. You're a kween.
  • Blake: Thanks, lol.
  • Donnie: *rolls eyes*
  • Blake: What?
  • Donnie: *CONF* Blake is easily distracted. He doesn't have a lot of friends, so, he kind of goes overboard when trying to talk to people.
  • Blake: *CONF* There is literally no truth behind what you are saying.
  • Donnie: *CONF* Defensive, much?
  • Blake: *CONF* Um, you just started slandering me, so watch out.
  • Maria: Yes XD
  • Lego: *facepalms*
  • VUF: *folds arms* We should have been on the first flight.
  • Mirnish: Maybe we could have pulled ahead if you weren't such a drama queen.
  • VUF: So this is my fault? STFU, I'll spit in your grave.
  • Mirnish: You need an attitude check, honey.
  • VUF: You're not even a good ice dancer.
  • Mirnish: Why are you so mad? Why can't we just co-operate? This is why all your other partners abandoned you.
  • VUF: I abandoned them.
  • Mirnish: Whatever. They all hate you.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: They're so emotional.
  • Phy: *nods*
  • Chris: Hey, Bulba, wanna troll this joint?
  • Bulba: I'm good.
  • Chris: Why not? 
  • Bulba: I don't think it is necessary.
  • Chris: Whatever. You're not even that dank.
  • Bulba: What is dank?
  • Chris: Do you even meme?
  • Bulba: What?
  • Epic: Heh. Those teams are a total mess. I'm glad we're respectful, and whatever the heck that junk was you were spitting before.
  • Cabbage: Come on, Epic, be nice.
  • Epic: I'll be nice, once we've got that million dollars!
  • Cabbage: Don't count your chickens before they hatch.
  • Epic: They've already hatched. It's time to catch them now.
  • Cabbage: Yes?
  • Amber: *brushes hair*
  • Lynn: You look so pretty today.
  • Amber: Aw, thanks little sis'.
  • Lynn: No problem!
  • Amber: You're totally pretty as well.
  • Lynn: Really?
  • Amber: Of course! I love you!
  • Lynn: Love you too, sis'!
  • RJ: Morocco, huh? Isn't that like, in Mexico?
  • JRO: I hate Mexicans.
  • RJ: Same. All they do is steal our jobs. Cannot wait until Trump gets elected and solves this crap.
  • JRO: I hate Trump.
  • RJ: Um, okay. I didn't ask you.
  • JRO: I hate asking.
  • Ghost: Flight one has touched down, as Flight Three has just taken off!
  • NLG: *makes it all the way to the Don Box well before the other teams*
  • Wes: Sweet, we got here first! *gets tip* It's an All-In?
  • Ghost: For this challenge, teams must make their way to Youseff's Spice Kiosk, and identify and grab five spices which are ideally Cumin, Cinammon, Paprika, Saffron and Ginger to receive their next tip!
  • Wes: Come on, taxi! *hails taxi*
  • NLG: *follows*
  • Wes: We're not going to let any other teams get in front of us today!
  • Blake: Come on, taxi!
  • Conker: *boards the plane* Oh no...
  • Nano: *takes deep breaths*
  • Conker: Planes... vertical sickness... *faints*
  • Liam: Chickens!
  • Jordan: You vile carnivores probably eat them too.
  • Nano: I'm actually allergic.
  • Jordan: Whatever.
  • Liam: Same.
  • NLG: *arrives at the spice kiosk*
  • Wes: Crap, there's so many. How are supposed to choose correctly?
  • NLG: Worry not! *gets the five right spices*
  • Wes: How did you do that?
  • NLG: I'm good at this.
  • Blake: *arrives* Come on, Donnie!
  • Donnie: Yes, get the five spices they picked!
  • Wes: How did they catch up? 
  • Donnie: None of your business, godplayers!
  • Blake: *hits the donbox* Ride on camel to the restaurant where your picks will be tested? Ugh, those idiots better have gotten theirs right.
  • NLG: *is on camel* Let's go! *kicks it, causing it to sprint through the desert*
  • Donnie: Stop godplaying!
  • Surfer: Crud! All of these spices look the same!
  • Donnie: Good luck! *rides the camel with Blake, heading to the restaurant*
  • Ghost: As the people from Flight #1 are working on their spices, Flight #2 has arrived!
  • Phy: *says nothing as he and Usi run out of the airport*
  • Amber: *runs, and hails a taxi*
  • Gwopher: Um... that one's really light, so maybe it's not spicy?
  • Surfer: Alright, let's go with that!
  • Wendy: So, Dark, you want to pick?
  • Dark: I know cinammon... but the others...
  • Wendy: Yikes.
  • Dark: Same.
  • Lego: So, mom, you're the cook of the house. Which are the right spices? I am not dying today.
  • Maria: Strawberry pies.
  • Lego: *facepalms* Right, let me pick.
  • Maria: XD
  • Solar: Baby, how the hell did they get in front of us?
  • Lucina: Idk.
  • Solar: Well you better f***ing know, or you're not getting ANY of this tonight. Now since you are the "leader" get the right damn spices. You're Mexican, GO!
  • Lucina: Um, saem.
  • NLG: We're here!
  • Wes: It's a Botch or Watch.
  • Ghost: In a botch or watch, only one person can attempt the challenge. This challenge? Have the spices they picked made into a delicious stew. If they picked the right five ingredients, this should be simple. If not, they are in for a bad time.
  • Wes: I hope you got the right ones.
  • NLG: No sweat. *hands the chef the spices, gets the stew*
  • Wes: I'll drink it.
  • NLG: *already drunk it*
  • Wes: Your godplaying is getting out of hand.
  • NLG: Come on, to the Chill Zone! *runs*
  • Wes: *follows him*
  • Donnie: Can this thing go any faster?
  • Blake: It's a camel, not a race car.
  • Donnie: Stop sassing me.
  • Blake: Shut up, and let's go get this stew.
  • Bulba: So, uh, which spices were we supposed to get?
  • Chris: Go for a lucky dip.
  • Bulba: Um...
  • Chris: DO IT. ASSERT DOMINANCE.
  • Bulba: Alright? *points at five random spices, and retrieves them*
  • Ghost: The third flight has touched down!
  • Liam: Come on, you fatass! We're already behind!
  • Jordan: At least I have a behind!
  • Liam: STFU. Taxi!
  • Conker: *runs to a taxi* 
  • Nano: We're still in this!
  • Solar: *kicks camel* Come on, go faster!
  • Lucina: Thts not how cmaels wrok. 
  • Solar: Shut up.
  • Lucina: Look, fashon blogs!
  • Blake: Ugh, they've caught up. Hurry up and drink it!
  • Donnie: Why don't you?
  • Blake: Because, it's a botch or watch, and I'm better than you.
  • Donnie: *takes a sip, and is relieved to learn it's not spicy* This will be a breeze.
  • Blake: No one cares for your narration, hurry up!
  • Solar: Here, Chef dude, take these! *hands him the spices*
  • NLG: *runs onto the Carpet of Completion*
  • Ghost: How did you guys get here so fast? You know what? I'm not even going to bother. You're in first place!
  • Wes: Alright!
  • Ghost: The rest of the people on the first and the second flights are down to drinking their stews, while people on the third flight are still getting their spices!
  • Liam: Okay, Mr. Vegan before I was, what are the spices? C'mon, common knowledge.
  • Jordan: You're such a salty b*yatch.
  • Liam: Are you saying you don't know?
  • Jordan: Hold up, I'll Google it.
  • Liam: *rolls eyes*
  • Dianted: *points* That one, that one, that one, that one and that one!
  • TF: Dianted, how did you know which ones were right?
  • Dianted: Who said I did? *shrugs*
  • TF: Oh, boy.
  • Donnie: *finishes the stew* Alright, let's get to the Carpet!
  • Blake: Sheesh, okay.
  • Donnie: Stop whining.
  • Solar: So, you want to drink this?
  • Lucina: No.
  • Solar: That's the spirit! *throws the stew to him*
  • Lucina: *gulps*
  • Solar: Pretend its a delicious vanilla, white, swirl of goodness.
  • Lucina: *drinks, and coughs out fire*
  • Solar: Yikes. Your fault.
  • Blake: *pants, as he runs onto the Carpet of Completion*
  • Ghost: Blake, Donnie, you're the second team to arrive.
  • Donnie: Screw those Reality TV Pros!
  • Surfer: *takes a sip of the stew and spits it out* So... HOT!
  • Gwopher: Jeez, you can do it, bro!
  • Surfer: I'm... *gulps* Trying!
  • Lego: Mom, you want to drink?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Ugh, I'll do it. *takes a sip* It's not even spicy at all.
  • Maria: Mexico.
  • Lego: Shush!
  • Conker: How did we get in last again?
  • Nano: I don't know! Which spice is paprika?
  • Conker: I'm allergic to saffron...
  • Nano: *bursts into tears*
  • Conker: We'll take... those five on the left.
  • Nano: Oh boy, I hope these are right.
  • Ghost: More teams are finishing their stews, and are arriving at the Carpet of Completion! Phy and Usi, third! Maria and Lego, fourth! Chris and Bulba, 5th! Dark and Wendy, 6th! Lucina and Solar, 7th! VUF and Mirnish, 8th!
  • VUF: WTF, we did worse than last time?
  • Mirnish: You should have drank that stew faster.
  • VUF: Oh, shut up.
  • Gwopher: Come on, bro! The other teams are all here now!
  • Surfer: I'm.. trying... *rubs eyes, and screams as the spices get in his eyes*
  • Gwopher: *facepalms*
  • Epic: *chugs the stew* This is child's play. Spicy food is my forte.
  • Cabbage: Are you a superhuman?
  • Epic: No, you are all just inferior.
  • Cabbage: *folds arms*
  • Epic: Okay, everyone except you.
  • Ghost: Epic and Cabbage, ninth place!
  • Milk: Drink up, you little sh*t. It's a treat.
  • Heo: *eyes widen* God, send help.
  • Milk: Shut up and drink it, or you're grounded.
  • Heo: God still loves me.
  • Milk: And he's the only one who ever will.
  • Heo: Why do you hate me so much?
  • Milk: JUST DRINK!
  • Heo: *drinks it, and despite the major pain from the spiciness, continues as Milk's stare is even worse*
  • Ghost: Milk and Heo, tenth! Only eight teams left!
  • Amber: *sniffles, as she takes another sip* So... hot.
  • Lynn: Do not worry, Amber, as you are more hot than the spice.
  • Amber: That's so beautiful.
  • Lynn: As are you, my beautiful sister.
  • Jordan: Why can't you be supportive like those ugly b*tches?
  • Liam: Because you're a meat eating sl*t.
  • Jordan: Ugh, you know it. *drinks the rest* If it weren't for me, we would be drinking something spicy!
  • Liam: You Googled it you lazy cow.
  • Jordan: Whatever, milk drinker!
  • Ghost: Vegans, eleventh place! Sisters, twelfth!
  • Jordan: Ha, we beat you.
  • Lynn: *rolls eyes*
  • Dianted: *eyes widen as he drinks the spicy stew* I can't...
  • TF: You can! Think of Nemo Lee Green... and what he inspires us all to do.
  • Dianted: He... he's too good for us, and you know it!
  • TF: You know deep down he'd want us to use him as a pinnacle of hope and not despair!
  • Dianted: *nods, and keeps drinking*
  • TF: You're done, let's go! *runs*
  • Ghost: Step brothers, thirteenth!
  • RJ: F***, Mexico is so hot, and this local is so stupid for ruining our stew.
  • JRO: *drinks it*
  • RJ: Hurry up!
  • Conker: Well, at least we got none of the spices right... since I'm allergic to all five.
  • Nano: You want to drink it?
  • Conker: Okay... *takes a sip*
  • Nano: Yes, you can do it!
  • Conker: This is easy. *CONF* I've developed an immunity to spicy foods, since at school, people used to shove hot peppers up my nose... Daily.
  • Nano: *CONF* It was horrifying.
  • Ghost: RJ and JRO, fourteenth! Adversity Twits, fifteenth! This means its down to three teams... Gwopher and Surfer, X and Tyler and Sean and KidLego!
  • Surfer: I'm... almost... done... *keeps drinking*
  • Gwopher: Keep going!
  • KidLego: *drinks the stew* This is hotter than that Emily and Thomas the Tank Enginge fanfiction I was reading the other day...
  • Sean: Nasty...
  • KidLego: It did get a little.
  • X: Hurry up, Tyler! Don't let the women win!
  • Tyler: There's none around us!
  • X: So? What's your excuse? Are you a feminist too?
  • Tyler: Ugh!
  • Ghost: All three teams have finished their stew at like, the exact same time. What a nice coincidence. It's a footrace to the carpet of completion, and one of them will be cut from the competition!
  • Sean: *runs*
  • KidLego: *runs*
  • X: *runs*
  • Tyler: *runs*
  • Gwopher: *runs*
  • Surfer: *runs*
  • Ghost: X and Tyler, 16th! You're still in the race. It's down to two...
  • KidLego: Hey, is that train over there?
  • Sean: You f***ing idiot, we're in the middle of the desert?
  • Ghost: Surfer dudes, seventeenth! You're still in this!
  • Gwopher: Sweet, go Surfer!
  • Surfer: Hi-five!
  • Ghost: Sean, KidLego, you are the last team to arrive, and I'm sorry to say you've been cut from the competition. You know what? No I'm not. Lego, you're nasty as heck. Get out of here.
  • Sean: *walks off* To be honest, this show was a total waste of time.
  • KidLego: I think I learnt a lot about myself out here.
  • Sean: Like what? How weird you are?
  • KidLego: No, I learnt that sometimes my obsessions can be a little too obsessive, you know? I lost my focus.
  • Sean: No kidding.
  • KidLego: I hope Lord Thomas forgives me.

Episode Three: French is an Eiffel Language

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams headed to Morocco, where they had to choose the correct spices if they didn't want to burn their tongues off! Some teams a got a little distracted, but in the end, the Wiki Rivals were eliminated, and I'm glad it was them. Where will the teams head next? Who will go home? Tune in on... The Ridonculous Race! *THEME SONG* Our current teams are departing from the chill zone to the airport by moped, and book their flights!
  • Wes: *hits the Don Box* We are going to France?
  • NLG: I see London, I see France, I see Wes' underpants?
  • Wes: Nice try... but I'm wearin- *looks down* Huh? Where did they go? I'm getting really sick of your godplaying.
  • NLG: I'm not godplaying!
  • Wes: Or whatever it is!
  • Blake: *drives past them in the moped with Donnie* Nice try, suckers!
  • Donnie: Way to blow your lead! *blows raspberry*
  • Wes: Ugh! Come on! Get your head in the game!
  • Phy: France. I believe I've been there.
  • Usi: It sounds nice.
  • Phy: Yes.
  • Maria: XD France!
  • Lego: Yes mom, that's what the tip says.
  • Maria: Lindsey from France?
  • Lego: *rolls eyes* Get on the darn moped.
  • Blake: *riding the moped, and glares as Wes and NLG pull ahead* Really? You've got to be kidding me. Isn't godplaying against the rules?
  • Donnie: Stop complaining, and keep going!
  • Chris: The French are a bunch of cowards. We're going to Shrek them.
  • Bulba: If you say so.
  • Chris: I know so!
  • Gwopher: *gets the tip* Alright, we're going to France!
  • Surfer: Sweet!
  • Gwopher: *CONF* Last leg, we went from 2nd place... to 17th! We almost went home! But Surfer and I are not letting that happen again. We've got a second chance, and we're not going to waste it!
  • Surfer: *CONF* Let's do this, homie!
  • Gwopher: *CONF* Yeah bro, that's the spirit! *fist bumps him*
  • NLG: Flight to France, please!
  • Wes: Alright, we're here first. Not that there's any doubt.
  • Blake: *runs into the airport and heads to the counter* Not for long.
  • Donnie: *folds arms*
  • Flight Attendant: Flight for France carrying twenty, leaving in ten minutes!
  • Ghost: The top ten teams from the last leg have found themselves on the first flight to France, while the remaining seven teams will have to wait another thirty minutes for the second flight.
  • Amber: *CONF* Being in the bottom seven is an extreme disappointment for Lynn and I, and we can't let that happen again. We need to start playing harder.
  • Lynn: *CONF* You're so right, Amber! That's what I've been saying from the start.
  • Amber: *CONF* What a smart idea.
  • Lynn: *CONF* Thanks, sis'!
  • Conker: *CONF* Still being in the game is a total surprise for Nano and I, as we were certain we'd be going home first. At least going home second would be better, as we've totally usurped our expectations in this race!
  • Nano: *CONF* Yeah! *reaches out for hi-five, but slaps Conker in the face* I'm so sorry!
  • Conker: *CONF* Ah! *bursts into tears*
  • X: Hey, look, those girls are also in the bottom seven. Finally, some equality coming from the race.
  • Tyler: Isn't it kind of sexist how you want them to lose?
  • X: What? No. I believe in TRUE equality.
  • Tyler: Then shouldn't they also be in the first flight with the other male teams?
  • X: No. Stop.
  • Tyler: Alright, sorry.
  • Lynn: *walks over* Hey boys.
  • X: Hi.
  • Tyler: Hello.
  • Lynn: So, what's new with you guys?
  • Tyler: Not much, just uh, waiting for our flight.
  • Lynn: So cool. You know, I was thinking about how Anita Sarkeesian is totally biased, and presents completely incorrect statistics in her video.
  • X: No way! You agree?
  • Lynn: Yeah. I mean, honestly, what kind of Feminazi is she?
  • X: That is so true. It's nice to see someone who agrees with my point of view. *blushes*
  • Lynn: *winks* Bye! Down with the matriarchy, alright?
  • X: Y-yeah. *smiles*
  • Tyler: Are you kidding me?
  • Amber: Hey, what are you talking about with them?
  • Lynn: Oh, nothing. Just planting some seeds.
  • Amber: You're so evil, sis'! I love it. *giggles*
  • Dianted: DOGE.
  • TF: What?
  • Dianted: You heard me.
  • TF: Please don't start this...
  • Dianted: You always hate on everything I do.
  • TF: Sorry.
  • Dianted: I don't believe it.
  • RJ: I'm so glad we're getting out of Mexico.
  • RJO: I hated it.
  • RJ: When will this plane arrive? I need to get out of here quicker! Controversial. Don't let all the immigrants get on here, too.
  • RJO: I hate immigrants.
  • RJ: Aliens. *rolls eyes*
  • Jordan: *eating a piece of seaweed*
  • Liam: Hah, eating sushi, I suspect? You stupid vegan wannabe, couldn't even last a week.
  • Jordan: *rolls eyes* It's seaweed, you uncultured swine. No fish.
  • Liam: Whatever. You're only calling me a pig because you crave one!
  • Jordan: No, it's because you look like one.
  • Liam: Whatever. 
  • Jordan: STFU already.
  • Liam: Same.
  • Jordan: You ruin my life. *walks off*
  • Liam: *shouts* At least I'm not a transphobe!
  • Gwopher: UM, WHO IS A WHAT NOW?
  • Liam: That chubby bastard over there! *points to Jordan* Totally transphobic. He said they aren't natural.
  • Gwopher: You're joking... no... you shouldn't even joke about that, Jordan. What the f*** man? You're such a f***ing idiot, shut your mouth and think before you speak. That is incredibly transphobic and you need to educate yourself immediately, got that?
  • VUF: At least we're on the first flight.
  • Mirnish: Hey look, something positive from you.
  • VUF: I'm very positive when I'm in the mood.
  • Mirnish: When are you ever in the mood?
  • VUF: STFU. I'll spit on your dead parents.
  • Mirnish: Are you okay? Your head still hurt from hitting the ice?
  • Solar: *sitting on Lucina's lap, and makes out with him*
  • Lucina: Mm, hardr.
  • Solar: Ugh, your spelling is a total turn off.
  • Lucina: but u dont spel wen u tlk?
  • Solar: What? Ugh, I hate you! *slaps Lucina* Good, that's better. *leans in for another kiss* Don't disappoint me again, okay?
  • Lucina: *nods*
  • Heo: *praying*
  • Milk: What the heck are you doing? Shut your mouth, I'm trying to concentrate.
  • Heo: What is your damage, dad?
  • Milk: I will get out the belt.
  • Heo: In public? I doubt it.
  • Milk: TURN THESE F***ING CAMERAS OFF.
  • Heo: *rolls eyes* You're more fake than the theory of evolution.
  • Milk: What? Jeez. You need help.
  • Chris: *fake strumming guitar*
  • Bulba: *nods along*
  • Dark: Fave album?
  • Wendy: Froot.
  • Dark: Same.
  • Wendy: Wow, we have a total connection. *smiles*
  • Dark: Yeah, BFF's for life, amirite?
  • Wendy: Yas kweeen. LOL... *sighs*
  • NLG: *reclines*
  • Wes: This is the life.
  • Blake: You're so arrogant.
  • Wes: You're so not winning. I am a master strategist.
  • Blake: I am a master everything.
  • Donnie: Uh, okay.
  • NLG: Hey, sign up for my camp?
  • Donnie: *rolls eyes* Blake would love to.
  • Blake: Um, I'm a bit busy with AP classes and all, since you know, I'm in Advanced Placement, and super busy getting Straight A's.
  • Donnie: Stop bragging.
  • Blake: Shut up, Ryan wannabe.
  • Wes: You're in a race.
  • Blake: Yeah, studying.
  • Wes: Whatever. I get it. You don't want me in your popular clique.
  • Blake: Sure, okay. Not what I was getting it at, but still correct.
  • Ghost: The first plane has touched down in Paris, and it's a race for first as the teams are heading to the Eiffel Tower!
  • Wendy: Taxi!
  • Dark: Take us to the Eiffel Tower!
  • Solar: EIFFEL TOWER. STAT. YOU HEAR ME?
  • Lucina: so hot when u yelll *winks*
  • Solar: You're so thirsty.
  • NLG: *arrives at the Eiffel Tower, and hits the Don Box* It's a Botch or Watch!
  • Ghost: The team member who didn't eat the stew in Morocco must draw a charicature of their partner, and if it is approved by this French local, they'll receive their next tip!
  • Wes: So, I guess I'm drawing this time.
  • NLG: You can do it, Wes!
  • Wes: Yeah, I know I can. Thanks for reiterating.
  • NLG: You're welcome!
  • Blake: Oh, this is going to be fun. Hold that pose.
  • Donnie: *rolls eyes*
  • Blake: Hey, this is going to be an improvement.
  • Solar: Yes baby, show me your muscles. Give me a canvas to work with, darling! I SAID SHOW ME YOUR MUSCLES YOU LANKY, UGLY, SON OF A B****!
  • Lucina: *tries to flex, but faints*
  • Solar: Perfect. Something new from you lately.
  • Ghost: The second plane has touched down, arriving much quicker than expected, as the bottom seven teams are close to bridging the gap between them and the first flight.
  • Amber: Taxi! Take us to the Eiffel Tower!
  • Maria: *draws a strawberry pie* DONE!
  • Lego: *walks over, taking a look* Ugh, you're supposed to draw me!
  • Maria: XD Oops!
  • Lego: I should be doing all these challenges. Ugh, here, give me the canvas, and hold that pose! *starts sketching*
  • Phy: I'm going to give you a smile in this drawing.
  • Usi: Nooooooooo. *monotone yelling*
  • Phy: Yes. *draws*
  • Chris: Alright, so, are you going to draw my massive guns too? Ooh, make me look like Shrek. That'd be so hot.
  • Bulba: *rolls eyes*
  • Wendy: Yas kween, you look totally beautiful in this. *smiles*
  • Dark: Thanks! I know I do! Werk.
  • TF: Werk, Dianted, werk!
  • Dianted: You're finally speaking my language! *poses for the drawing*
  • Nano: Hey, finally a challenge we can keep up with! *starts sketching*
  • X: *drawing* Looking good, Lynn!
  • Lynn: Thanks!
  • Amber: *finishes drawing* We're done!
  • Lynn: *walks over to X, accidentally tripping him* Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!
  • X: It's okay, really. *smiles, despite his drawing getting wet from the floor*
  • Lynn: *giggles as she walks to the French local* Yes! *grabs the tip*
  • Amber: Go down, down, down, find the cheese so round, where your next tip is found. Huh?
  • Lynn: Follow the sign! *runs over to the sewer pipe* Ew!
  • Amber: Oh no, that is so gross!
  • Ghost: Welcome to the catacombs. Teams must use their noses to navigate this maze of tunnels, and find their travel tip hidden among these giant wedges of cheese!
  • Lego: Come on, mom! We're done! *runs to the local, and gets the thumbs up*
  • Maria: Yes.
  • Lego: Follow the sisters!
  • NLG: Come on Wes, we're losing steam!
  • Wes: Sorry, I don't know how to godplay.
  • NLG: *sighs*
  • Blake: Ha! Suck it! *hands in drawing, and gets the next tip*
  • Gwopher: Sweet, a drawing challenge! I've got this, bro!
  • Surfer: That's good! Keep your cool.
  • Liam: Hey Gwopher, did you know what Jordan just said about Caitlyn Jenner?
  • Jordan: *is covered in bruises from before* N-no! Don't l-llisten to h-him!
  • Surfer: Don't give in, Gwoph!
  • Gwopher: Can't... Hear...
  • Liam: He referred to Caitlyn using male pronouns!
  • Gwopher: YOU DID WHAT? *tackles Jordan*
  • Liam: *smirks, and walks over to hand in the drawing* Done!
  • Surfer: Gwopher, get your head in the game!
  • Gwopher: *pulls fist back, and continues the drawing*
  • Jordan: *drops onto the floor*
  • Amber: These catacombs are so dark and scary!
  • Lynn: And smelly. 
  • Amber: *sniffs* Come on, we've got to find the cheese!
  • Maria: It smells like strawberry pies XD
  • Lego: Come on, mom!
  • Dianted: What a cheesy challenge... *looks around the catacombs*
  • TF: Ha.
  • Chris: Who cut the cheese?
  • Bulba: That's not funny.
  • Chris: WHatever.
  • Wes: Done! *hands in the drawing* Come on, NLG! Let's go!
  • X: Ugh! We have to start all over!
  • Tyler: She totally did that on purpose, she was tricking you!
  • X: Are you sure?
  • Tyler: LYNN HAS A TUMBLR. SHE IS NOT A FEMINIST HATER.
  • X: I've been tricked! *gasps* And everyone else has left! Damn, I need to do this faster!
  • Ghost: Every team but the LARPers who really don't fit their label are searching the catacombs, some much more successful than others.
  • Jordan: Look! The c-cheese!
  • Liam: Ew! Why did you have to point that out? How can you call yourself a vegan.
  • Jordan: It's the challenge, you moron! Come on, the tip has got to be somewhere!
  • Liam: You go and dig through. You'll probably eat it.
  • Jordan: You'll probably cut it.
  • Liam: *rolls eyes* Gross!
  • Jordan: I hate you! *kicks the cheese, and it rolls into the river, as he sees the sign* We found it!
  • Liam: *grabs the paddles* Come on, let's sail!
  • Ghost: Liam and Jordan have somehow gotten themselves into first place.
  • Amber: *points to the cheese* Come on, let's go!
  • Lynn: On it!
  • Ghost: This challenge is getting incredibly anti-climatic, as teams have already checked in. Vegans, you're in first place! Sisters, second! Reality TV Pros, third! Fashion Bloggers, fourth! Step Brothers, 5th! Goths, 6th! Ice Dancers, 7th! Surfer Dudes, 8th!
  • Lego: Mom, hurry up!
  • Maria: XD *sails*
  • Ghost: Here comes the Mother and Daughter! You would be in 9th place, but you have incurred a 30 minute penalty because the wrong person did the Botch or Watch.
  • Lego: Damn it!
  • Solar: Why are so far behind? Where the hell is the cheese?
  • Lucina: it her
  • Solar: What did you say?
  • Lucina: its ove her!
  • Solar: You're so useless! Speak up!
  • Ghost: Daters, ninth place!
  • Solar: Nice penalty, suckers.
  • Ghost: Rockers, you're in tenth.
  • Chris: Sweet!
  • X: Come on, we've got to catch up!
  • Tyler: Maybe you shouldn't have fallen for Lynn!
  • X: We all make mistakes! Stupid feminist!
  • Milk: Heo, you piece of crap, can you get over here already? Stop being so disobedient, you animal!
  • Heo: I'm your child, not your property!
  • Milk: I wish you were my property. Much easier to control!
  • Heo: There's the cheese.
  • Milk: Don't change the subject, you little sh*t.
  • Ghost: Father and son, you're in eleventh. Geniuses, 12th!
  • Conker: *runs into the cheese, trying to budge it over* Why... is it so... heavy?
  • Nano: Conker, let's do this together! *grabs his hand, and smiles, as the two run at the cheese together, knocking theirs into the river*
  • Wendy: Oh look, it's over here!
  • Dark: Yas, let's go!
  • Ghost: Adversity Twits...
  • Conker: I think you mean twins...
  • Ghost: Whatever, it's interchangeable with you two. You're in thirteenth! Best Friends, fourteenth!
  • Epic: *sniffing violently* Come on, where's the cheese?
  • Cabbage: I think I heard something over there!
  • Epic: Cheese doesn't talk!
  • Cabbage: It could have been another team!
  • Ghost: Cadets, you're in fifteenth place. It is down to Mother and Daughter and the LARPers. Lego and Maria only have eight minutes of their penalty remaining, and the LARPers are lost in the catacombs.
  • X: I think it's that way.
  • Tyler: We went there before! We're going in circles.
  • X: F***ng matriarchy! It's rigged for women! 
  • Tyler: The cheese... I smell it! It has to be over there! *points to another tunnel* 
  • X: This better be right! *runs to the cheese*
  • Tyler: Quick, get it into the water! Let's sail!
  • Lego: *rolls eyes, as the penalty gets down to three minutes*
  • Maria: Strawberry pie?
  • Lego: No.
  • Tyler: *paddling, and pulls up to shore* Come on, let's get this thing up the stairs!
  • X: Ugh! *rolling the cheese closer and closer to the Carpet of Completion.
  • Ghost: Thirty seconds left of your penalty!
  • Lego: *chews nails*
  • X: Quick, we are almost there! *runs with Tyler while pushing the cheese*
  • Ghost: Five... four... three... two... one!
  • X: *runs*
  • Tyler: *runs to carpet*
  • Ghost: Mother and Daughter, 16th place! You're still in the race.
  • Lego: Lucky. *walks off*
  • Maria: XD
  • Ghost: X, Tyler, you are the last team to arrive, and you have been cut from the competition. It's time to say your goodbyes.
  • Tyler: You know, throughout this I've been constantly worrying about how well I'm doing, as I don't want to disappoint my partner, but I've learnt that X is the total bigoted screw up.
  • X: What? You just hate me because I'm a republican supporter.
  • Tyler: Lynn?
  • X: Okay, maybe I screwed up. I've learnt that maybe my judgement isn't always right. Oh well, we'll win next time.
  • Tyler: There is no next time.

Episode Four: Mediterranean Homesick Blues

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went to Paris, France and had to draw chariactures of their partner. The Vegans, despite their disfunction, managed to get a lead and get first, and the Mother and Daughter incurred a penalty, and would have been sent packing if only the LARPers were a little faster, thanks to Lynn's manipulation. Who will be cut from the competition today? Find out on the Ridonculous Race! *THEME SONG* The Vegans will be departing first, since they won the leg last time.
  • Liam: *hits the Don Box* Take the train to Calanque de whatever, and receive your next tip.
  • Jordan: Thankfully we're going by train, since they are not horrible fossil fuel eaters. 
  • Liam: Hey, that was my line.
  • Jordan: Oh, go drink some milk again.
  • Liam: Do you want Gwopher to end you again?
  • Jordan: SHUT UP! *runs to train station*
  • Amber: Let's go, sis'!
  • Lynn: *CONF* Coming second last leg was a big deal for us, especially since we weren't doing so well the previous legs. If we can keep this up, who knows? We could be unstoppable!
  • Amber: Taxi! Taxi!
  • Jordan: Let's walk to the train station, and not waste any precious oil.
  • Liam: It's going to get wasted anyway.
  • Jordan: Well, you could go with a walk.
  • Liam: Excuse me, what?
  • Jordan: Sorry, just spilling that truth tea ALL OVER THE FURNITURE. The one laced with milk, you sick vegan liar!
  • Liam: Whatever! It was a mistake. Your parents should know a lot about that one.
  • Jordan: Oh, are you bringing my parents into this one? Huntie, you have no idea what you've gotten me into. The seaweed I was eating has blessed me with the strength to kick your f***ing ass!
  • Liam: Alright, thunder-thighs! Let's see what you've got!
  • Jordan: *tackles Liam*
  • Amber: *drives by the vegans, waving* Adios!
  • Liam: Damn it!
  • Jordan: *pushes him off* Let's go!
  • Wes: *CONF* Third place was a tough pill to swallow, especially since we came first in the first two legs. At least we were in the top three teams, otherwise I would have lost it. So much for PROS.
  • NLG: *CONF* Keep your head up, I'll get us the win.
  • Wes: Where are the taxis at?
  • NLG: Taxi! Follow that car!
  • Wes: Nice.
  • Blake: Fourth place? Let's do much better this time, okay Donnie?
  • Donnie: Ummm, you were the one who took forever to do the portrait.
  • Blake: And you were the one who was so hard and unbearable to draw.
  • Donnie: Have you seen your hair? Totally emo. How can you even comprehend fashion?
  • Blake: I can't even deal with you right now. Let's go!
  • Donnie: Then stop stirring sh*t and run! Taxi!
  • Dianted: Fifth place, I'm liking this a lot.
  • TF: I knew if we harnessed the power of the legendary Nemo Lee Green, we would propel. Now, let's contact Codyisland3!
  • Dianted: Don't bond with me. *rolls eyes, and grabs tip*
  • TF: Uh, alright.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: *coughs*
  • Phy: *grabs the tip*
  • Usi: Taxi. Taxi.
  • Phy: *gets inside taxi*
  • Usi: *sighs*
  • Phy: *shows them the location they are heading*
  • Usi: *nods*
  • VUF: *grabs the tip* Alright, let's go!
  • Mirnish: Wow, you're not complaining. This is a new one.
  • VUF: Well, maybe I'm over what you did a few years ago, and now I just want the million.
  • Mirnish: Finally, some determination. Let's use it to squash the other teams!
  • VUF: I like it.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Since VUF has finally gotten over the past, we can now concentrate on winning this one. The other teams are going down!
  • Gwopher: Train station! Pronto! *hails taxi*
  • Ghost: More and more teams are heading to the train station, obviously.
  • Solar: Lucina, do I need to give you some motivation? *winks and bites lip*
  • Lucina: yes pls
  • Solar: *forcefully slaps him* LET'S GO.
  • Lucina: :( ok lol *CONF* sometin sole dosnot no is that i liek th pane
  • Milk: You f***ing midget you cant even reach the don box how do you expect to win this gosh I hate being stuck with you
  • Heo: *cries*
  • Milk: Ugh. Same.
  • RJ: We're still racing in this coward country?
  • JRO: I hate cowards.
  • Conker: Taxi? Taxi! Come on!
  • Nano: Head to the... what is the place called again?
  • Wendy: Kween, let's go.
  • Dark: How did those los3rz get in front of us?
  • Wendy: Idk, same.
  • Dark: Same?
  • Wendy: Same. *hits the Don Box*
  • Lego: *hits the Don Box* Hey mom, are you going to screw us over again?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: *rolls eyes* Why do I even bother?
  • Maria: Taxis are yellow.
  • Lego: TAXI!
  • Ghost: All of our teams have arrived at the train station, and will be on the same trip to their next location.
  • Liam: Ugh, no fair! We should have had a lead or something.
  • Jordan: It's all your fault. It's like, Mother Nature's revenge for you drinking the milk.
  • Liam: Don't forget the hot dog eating contest.
  • Jordan: Ugh, shut up. That was before I had seen the light, while you did that WILLINGLY, you sl*t!
  • Wendy: Nice, we caught up.
  • TF: Same.
  • Dianted: I don't want to hear your voice.
  • TF: Same...
  • Ghost: The train has taken off!
  • RJ: Look at that Mexican. *points at Lucina* Probably crossed the border to get here, amirite?
  • JRO: I hate borders.
  • Lucina: :'(
  • Solar: YOU UPSET MY MAN I'LL UPSET YOUR FACE!
  • RJ: F*** off, 1/4 poc.
  • Wendy: That is so disgusting of you to say about Lucina.
  • RJ: Okay?
  • Wendy: What gives you the right to say that, joking or not? It's incredibly insensitive and disgusting.
  • Dark: *nods*
  • Blake: Stupid white privilege that guy has.
  • RJ: Fine, Dora the Explora, I'm sorry!
  • Wendy: *slaps RJ* You are horrible.
  • Solar: Same
  • Lucina: Same
  • TF: Same
  • Dianted: Same
  • Jordan: Same
  • Liam: Same
  • Milk: Same
  • Heo: Same
  • Epic: Same
  • Cabbage: Same
  • Donnie: Same
  • Amber: Same
  • Lynn: Same
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Same
  • Maria: Strawberries pies.
  • NLG: Same
  • Dark: Same
  • Wendy: Same
  • Blake: Same
  • Gwopher: Same
  • Lucina: Same
  • Surfer: Same
  • Solar: Same
  • Epic: Same
  • Cabbage: Same
  • Ghost: SAME. The train has arrived! 
  • Solar: *runs out, hitting the Don Box* First, b*tches! It's a Botch or Watch... FK.
  • Ghost: For this botch or watch, the player who did not do the charicature must retrieve the next tip from the dorsal fin of a shark out there in the ocean. It's gonna' be a biggie!
  • Solar: Baby, it's your turn.
  • Lucina: Same.
  • Lego: Same
  • Solar: SHUT THE F*** UP.
  • Wendy: Looks like you're swimming with sharks.
  • Dark: *eyes widen*
  • Wendy: Werk, kween!
  • Dark: Same.
  • TF: Good luck, Dianted. Harness the power of John Cena and Codyisland3.
  • Dianted: *rolls eyes* Good luck, Wendy.
  • Wendy: How did you know my name? I'm not even swimming k.
  • Dianted: I smelled it.
  • Wendy: What.
  • Dianted: Yes, goodbye. *dives into the water*
  • NLG: *already has the tip*
  • Wes: Wow, good on you!
  • Blake: You're joking. GET OUT THERE, DONNIE!
  • Milk: Well son, it's been lovely knowing you. Have fun retrieving the tip. *picks up Heo and throws him into the ocean*
  • Heo: AGH *screaming violently*
  • Lego: Parent goals. At least he does something.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Oh well, time to go for a dip. *rolls eyes and goes into the water*
  • Lynn: Amber, you can do it, for I believe in you!
  • Amber: Thank you so much, I love you! You're the best sister in the world! *hugs Lynn*
  • Jordan: *shoves the sisters as he runs onto the beach*
  • Liam: Wow, you redeemed yourself.
  • Dark: MURDER THEM.
  • Amber: *glares* 
  • Lynn: *CONF* They are so DEAD.
  • NLG: *is already onto the next challenge*
  • Ghost: I'll announce it when normal people finish.
  • Wes: GO NLG!
  • TF: *sheds tear while staring at NLG* He's so... beautiful.
  • Solar: I know Lucina is. 
  • TF: Same.
  • Bulba: *dives into the water*
  • Chris: SHREK THEM.
  • Bulba: That is really overused.
  • Chris: You're underused.
  • Dark: I'll slit both your eyelids.
  • Wendy: I was wondering when Dark would get fierce again...
  • Lucina: *snatches clue from shark, and swims out of the water, screaming*
  • Ghost: For their next challenge, the teams must build an exact sand castle replica of placa of Versaille which will be judged by Sandy McCastles!
  • Solar: Ugh, I'm like, artistically challenged. Build it, Lucina.
  • Lucina: how to
  • Solar: Did I ask you? DO IT. *kisses him on the cheek* Please? :)
  • Liam: *grabs the tip, and squeals, kicking the shark in the face* 
  • Jordan: YOU HURT AN INNOCENT ANIMAL.
  • Liam: You're the ANIMAL.
  • Jordan: I'm not innocent.
  • Liam: Shut up.
  • Jordan: Make me!
  • RJ: This challenge is horrible.
  • JRO: I hate this challenge.
  • RJ: Shut up, you dirty Asian.
  • Wendy: Excuse me? *forcefully kicks RJ in the face, knocking out a few of his teeth*
  • Dark: Drink his blood.
  • Wendy: I'll drink you.
  • Dark: What.
  • Wendy: What.
  • Dark: What.
  • TF: Same.
  • Dianted: *bites into Shark's fin* Me.
  • Gwopher: Surfer, dude, you've got this!
  • Liam: You wanna know what-
  • Jordan: *tackles Liam into the sand*
  • Liam: *looks up, noticing Jordan on top of him*
  • Jordan: *blushes* Oh, h-hey...
  • Liam: *smirks*
  • Gwopher: *kicks sand in their face* Transphobic SCUM.
  • Surfer: *screams, as shark chases him*
  • Solar: Come on baby, build that castle!
  • Amber: *making sandcastle*
  • Ghost: Most of the teams are onto the candcastle building phase of the challenge, while RJ is suffering from his injuries.
  • RJ: That stupid b**** kicked me in the face!
  • JRO: I hate faces.
  • RJ: Is this honestly your only gag?
  • JRO: I hate gags.
  • RJ: Shut up.
  • JRO: Shut down.
  • RJ: That's a new one.
  • Milk: Heo, if you don't get your ass out of the water with the tip in ten seconds, I'll break your limbs and your iPad, okay?
  • Heo: *screaming, inside the mouth of a shark*
  • Milk: *sits back* That's more like it. *smiles*
  • Blake: *looks out to the water* Donnie? Hello? Gosh, you're so SLOW.
  • Donnie: You're so FAST. SHUT UP. *grabs the tip*
  • Solar: Hey, Sand face, we're done!
  • Sandy McCastles: *thumbs up, hands them next tip*
  • Solar: Aw YES! *kicks the sand castle into his face, and runs off with Lucina*
  • Lucina: fist place!
  • Solar: what
  • lucina: wat
  • Solar: Honestly same.
  • Ghost: The teams must now take a speedboat to the Chillzone, which is at the tip of Iceland!
  • Solar: HURRY UP YOU DISGUSTING MINGE! *runs to the speedboat*
  • NLG: *is in the speedboat*
  • Wes: Ha!
  • NLG: *drives off, faster than the speed of light*
  • Solar: RIGGED.
  • RJ: Argh, my face!
  • Wendy: It sucks tbh.
  • Dark: Truth.
  • Wendy: Thnx bae! *gets the tip* Let's go!
  • Ghost: NLG, Wes, you're in first place! Solar and Lucina, you're in second! Wendy and Dark, you're in third!
  • Dark: Good, now people will live.
  • Ghost: ???
  • Wendy: Don't question him. *stares into Dark's eyes*
  • Dark: Same.
  • Usi: *is somehow at the chill zone*
  • Phy: *breathes the air*
  • Ghost: Goths, you are in fourth. Ice Dancers, fifth.
  • VUF: Nice, an improvement.
  • Mirnish: Let's get first next time.
  • Ghost: Vegans, sixth.
  • Jordans: *shoves Liam into the water*
  • Liam: Same, you sl*t!
  • Ghost: Step Brothers, seventh.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Come on, get in the speedboat!
  • Ghost: Mother and Daughter, eighth. Sisters, ninth. Fashion Bloggers, tenth.
  • Blake: What happened?
  • Donnie: You happened.
  • Blake: Whatever. 
  • Ghost: Epic and Cabbage, eleventh.
  • Epic: YES!
  • Ghost: Surfer Dudes, twelfth!
  • Ghost: Adversity twits, thirteenth! It is down to the Geniuses, Rockers and Father and Son.
  • Heo: *crawls out of the ocean, dropping onto the floor*
  • Milk: Finally, you do something useful.
  • Heo: Sandcastle... build...
  • Milk: Finally, one of my many skills!
  • Chris: Let's go!
  • Bulba: We're done?
  • Ghosts: *time lapse* Rockers, fourteenth! Two teams left!
  • JR: *furiously glares at Father Son while nose bleeds*
  • JRO: *drinks his blood from the nose*
  • TIME LAPSE WHILE THEY FURIOUSLY BUILD*
  • All four: DONE!
  • Ghost: It's neck and neck, as the two teams are fighting as one of them will be eliminated. Who will reach the chillzone first?
  • Ghost: Hey look...
  • Ghost: It's the....
  • Ghost: Father and Son! Fifteenth place! Geniuses, I'm sorry, but you've been cut from the competition.
  • JR: Wow.
  • JRO: I hate this show.
  • JR: I can't believe I'm out because someone got so salty over a joke. Shows how dumb people are.
  • JRO: I hate people.
  • JR: I hate you.
  • JRO: Let's get out of here.

Episode Five: Bjorken Telephone

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went shark diving, and built some nice sandcastles. That's really it. Wendy WENT OFF at RJ, and ultimately caused him to be eliminated, and Milk proved to be a horrible partner. Fifteen teams are left, who will be cut from the competition today? *THEME SONG* Welcome back to the Ridonculous Race, where last leg's winners, NLG and Wes, will be the first to depart.
  • NLG: *hits the don box* Take a bus to the Geiser Field. Nice.
  • Wes: Come on, let's go.
  • NLG: I think we should wait for the others.
  • Wes: Why?
  • NLG: My camp needs some sign ups.
  • Wes: And?
  • NLG: They should join.
  • Wes: It's not worth it. They all have their cliques and they sh*t talk you.
  • NLG: Nemo Lee Green will not take no for an answer. *kicks Wes in the shin*
  • Wes: SAME.
  • Lucina: y r u stil her?
  • Solar: Her? HER? Who on Earth is HER? Are you cheating on me? *burts into tears*
  • Lucina: no im misundstod. 
  • Solar: Miss WHO!?
  • Lucina: *sighs and hits the Don Box*
  • NLG: Hey, sign up for my camp. My Total Drama: The Return of Nemo.
  • Solar: Same. Lucina, is this your new fling? You d-don't need me? *punches him in the jaw* WELL I NEED YOU SO DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT ABANDONING ME WITHOUT YOU I AM AN EMOTIONAL TRAINWRECK.
  • Lucina: Saeme.
  • Dark: MOVE OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I SLIT THROATS.
  • Wendy: *under breath* Bae is so qt when fierce.
  • Dark: Are you speaking my sweet child?
  • Wendy: Nah. *hits Don Box*
  • Dark: Good.
  • Mirnish: Move, b*tches. *knocks the other four teams out of the way*
  • VUF: *hits the don box* Let's go to the bus station!
  • Mirnish: *runs ahead of the others*
  • Dark: I'LL DROWN YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.
  • VUF: I'd like to see you try!
  • Jordan: You smell like dirty hot dogs.
  • Liam: You look like a dirty hot dog.
  • Jordan: You taste like a dirty dog.
  • Liam: You've tasted hot dog. FAKE VEGAN ALERT.
  • Jordan: Oh, shut up! *hits Don Box* Let's go, b*tch.
  • Ghost: Mirnish and VUF are the first to arrive at the bus station, but so have the five other teams.
  • VUF: Are you f***ing kidding me? We got here way before you.
  • Dark: Get under yourselves.
  • Mirnish: What?
  • Wendy: Yes kween.
  • Solar: Shut up and get on the damn bus!
  • Lucina: *cries*
  • Solar: *punches Lucina*
  • Ghost: The first bus has departed, leaving the others on the second bus.
  • Dianted: Come on, Truffles, let's go!
  • TF: You called me truffles.
  • Dianted: And?
  • TF: You haven't called me that in three years.
  • Dianted: SHUT. UP.
  • TF: We're getting back together. It's inevitable.
  • Dianted: You make it sound like a relationship. Well, it could be.
  • TF: Same. *runs to the bus station*
  • Maria: Strawberries pies.
  • Lego: K. Do you say anything else?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Let's just go.
  • Amber: Ninth place is horrible.
  • Lynn: We can do better, let's do this!
  • Blake: Ew, Amber and Lynn are so trashy.
  • Donnie: Um, they're ok.
  • Blake: Are you high? We totally need to get rid of them. As much as I hate to say it, they are threats. And they are totally out of season.
  • Donnie: Truth. But, let's just focus on making the top three teams, okay?
  • Cabbage: We're slipping behind.
  • Epic: It's alright, we can still win this! 
  • Cabbage: I'm not so sure.
  • Epic: Let's get the tip, and kick some ass.
  • Gwopher: Dude, c'mon, let's get rolling!
  • Surfer: Woohoo!
  • Conker: *hits the Don Box* Bus station... geysers... no!
  • Nano: That's way too horrifying.
  • Conker: Has Halloween come early?
  • Chris: No, but I have.
  • Bulba: That's disgusting!
  • Chris: Girl, don't hate.
  • Bulba: Yikes, let's just go.
  • Heo: Yay, lucky last!
  • Milk: Don't you dare give me that attitude, or I'll end you.
  • Heo: Listen, I'm sorry.
  • Milk: You should be. You've ruined my life.
  • Heo: :( Let's just... go.
  • Ghost: The remaining nine teams are on the second bus, and the first bus has pulled up to the Geysers. The teams must complete an "All-In", where they must repeat this Icelandic saying after me to a local after running through the Geyser field to get their next tip!
  • VUF: First, b*tches!
  • Mirnish: That's the VUF I know.
  • VUF: Uh, what did that say?
  • Mirnish: I remember it, let's just roll! *runs*
  • Jordan: *sweating while he runs*
  • Liam: You're so gross.
  • Jordan: Who even are you?
  • Liam: Not a fake vegan like you.
  • Jordan: Screw you!
  • Liam: Don't make me get Gwopher on you.
  • Jordan: Don't make ME get on you.
  • Liam: What.
  • Jordan: Shut up and run!
  • Liam: You should do that more often!
  • Solar: *making out with Lucina on the geysers* Steamy <3
  • Lucina: I agere 
  • Solar: Shut up, and kiss me.
  • Lucina: yes
  • Wendy: Um, same.
  • Dark: Romance is disgusting
  • Wendy: Yeah, hah, k, gross. 
  • Dark: Same.
  • NLG: *already at the end and correctly says the phrase*
  • Local: *hands him the clue*
  • NLG: Alright!
  • Wes: Yes, go Nemo!
  • VUF: RIGGED! *repeats phrase and gets the clue*
  • Mirnish: Come on, let's go!
  • Ghost: For the second part of the challenge, the teams must EITHER eat a traditional Icelandic Feast, OR collect a fossil in the ice caves.
  • Mirnish: Fossil.
  • Wes: Eat.
  • Wendy: *repeats phrase correctly*
  • Dark: Yes. EAT. 
  • Solar: Wait, we were supposed to repeat a phrase?
  • Lucina: *makes out with the local, thinking its Solar*
  • Solar: I'm flattered, but f*** you.
  • Liam: *repeats phrase, and takes the tip* Thanks.
  • Jordan: Feast, you fatty.
  • Liam: Um, what if it has meat?
  • Jordan: True, let's do Fossil.
  • Phy: *repeats phrase, but no one can hear him*
  • Usi: What he meant to say, was.... *blinks*
  • Phy: *nods*
  • Local: *gives thumbs up*
  • Ghost: As the Daters and Goths have to go back and try again, the second bus has arrived!
  • Conker: Geysers! *screaming as he runs through them*
  • Nano: I'll protect you, Conker! *screaming too*
  • Solar: Ew, bus number two is here.
  • Blake: Ew, you're here.
  • Solar: Touche.
  • Donnie: *shoves Solar* Come on, let's go!
  • Solar: I'll tear your bargain bin weave out, honey.
  • Lucina: *cries*
  • Solar: Baby, what's wrong?
  • Lucina: noting.
  • Solar: What are you notig?
  • Lucina: nothing.
  • Solar: Oh. 
  • Conker: *repeats the phrase correctly*
  • Nano: Yes! *grabs tip*
  • Conker: Our luck is totally beginning to change!
  • Gwopher: *knocks into the two twins while running to repeat the phrase* Oops, sorry dorks.
  • Conker: My spline...
  • Nano: My spine...
  • Surfer: *repeats phrase correctly* Alright! Let's do Feast, I'm starving.
  • Blake: Excuse, move, thank you. Wow, you do look lovely.
  • Local: *blushes*
  • Donnie: That dress totally rocks your perfect body.
  • Blake: I mean, if I knew how to call you the most beautiful women in the world in like, Icelandic, I'd say it.
  • Local: *gives them tip*
  • Donnie: Nice. Fossil?
  • Blake: Fossil.
  • Donnie: Let's go!
  • Dianted: DOGE.
  • TF: What he meant to say was-
  • Dianted: *repeats phrase perfectly*
  • TF: Yeah, that. Same.
  • Dianted: *grabs the tip* F E A S T !
  • Lynn: *repeats phrase and grabs tip*
  • Amber: I'm totally watching my body, so like, fossil! Let's go!
  • Solar: *repreats phrase incorrectly* What do you mean I'm wrong?
  • Lucina: Sweaty, calm
  • Solar: I WILL NOT CALM. *punches Lucina in the throat*
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Maria: Strawberries pies
  • Lego: That's not what we meant to say!
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: We have to go back? Are you joking? Seriously mom, wow. Not cool.
  • Milk: Blah, blah, repeat it you trainwreck.
  • Heo: *repeats phrase and grabs tip*
  • Milk: Feast. FEAST.
  • Heo: Okay, let's go!
  • Epic: *repeats phrase*
  • Cabbage: Alright! Let's Fossil!
  • Chris: *repeats phrase incorrectly*
  • Bulba: *facepalms* Just let me do it next time.
  • Chris: K lol.
  • Ghost: The Daters, Mother and Daughter and Rockers are still stuck on the first challenge, while the others have split up to do their challenge. 
  • Dark: *munching on the eyeballs* I assert dominance via eating.
  • Wendy: Are you okay?
  • Dark: Of course.
  • Wendy: *CONF* I have to admit, Dark can be cute despite being a raging psychopath.
  • Dark: *CONF* Thanks.
  • NLG: *eats the entire platter, and coughs out an eyeball*
  • Wes: Alright, we're done!
  • Dark: You're joking.
  • Phy: *slowly munching on the food*
  • Usi: *blinks*
  • Phy: *stares*
  • Usi: *gulps*
  • NLG: *runs to the Chillzone*
  • Wes: *stands on the carpet of completion* Woohoo, first place!
  • Ghost: You would have been in first place if you had eaten ALL of the feast. NLG, you coughed out an eyeball. Thirty-minute penalty.
  • NLG: Aw. Will you at least sign up for my camp?
  • Ghost: Maybe.
  • Wes: *kicks the floor*
  • Milk: *stuffing the food down his throat, belching*
  • Heo: Do you think you could be a little... less embarrassing?
  • Milk: Do you think you could be a little... less ungrateful you immature swine? I gave birth to you only for you to resent me, go f*** yourself.
  • Heo: Okay... sheesh. *starts eating*
  • Wendy: We're done! *runs to the Carpet of Completion*
  • Ghost: Wendy, Dark, you're in first place!
  • Blake: *grabs the pickaxe* Hello, where are all the fossils?
  • Donnie: Did you even open your eyes? Look in front of you.
  • Blake: I saw that,  I was just testing to see if you dead.
  • Donnie: Get picking. 
  • Blake: *rolls eyes* Don't boss me around!
  • Donnie: *starts hacking at the ice*
  • Ghost: Usi, Phy, second place! 
  • Jordan: *sweating, while violently hacking out the ice*
  • Liam: Wow, you're good at something! *watches as the fossil rolls out in an iceblock, which collides into them, causing them to fall on top of each other*
  • Jordan: Oh... hey...
  • Liam: Hey... :) 
  • Jordan: Yeah, let's take this to the Chill Zone, freak. *gets off him, and pushes the fossil*
  • Ghost: Jordan, Liam, third place! Milk and Heo, fourth!
  • Heo: Wow, good job! *hi-fives Milk, but he rejects*
  • Blake: Finally, we have this thing thawed out.
  • Donnie: Okay, I just need to take a little break!
  • Epic: *CONF* So, since I know we needed to step up our game and get a higher ranking in this leg, I thought, what if we took their fossil?
  • Cabbage: *CONF* What a dumb idea both morally and logically!
  • Epic: *CONF* Did you hear someone say something?
  • Cabbage: *CONF* *facepalms* Wow.
  • Epic: *sneaks up and pulls away their fossil, giggling*
  • Blake: Did you hear something? *stands up, and turns around*
  • Donnie: *squeals* Our fossil!
  • Blake: Oh no THEY DID NOT. Now we have to do this all over again, and my arms are super sweaty and sore. Ughhhhh.
  • Donnie: No freakin' way!
  • Ghost: VUF and Mirnish, fifth place! Dianted and TF, sixth. Epic, Cabbage, hello.
  • Epic: Hey. Gonna say seventh place, or what?
  • Ghost: I would, if you had followed the rules and gotten your own fossil here. This belongs to the Fashion Bloggers, not you. Thirty minute penalty.
  • Epic: What? No way!
  • Cabbage: See! I told you so!
  • Ghost: Amber and Lynn, seventh place! Surfer dudes, eighth! Adversity twins, ninth! The three teams stuck at the phrase saying challenge, have finally moved on!
  • Solar: FEAST.
  • Chris: FEAST.
  • Maria: Strawberries pies.
  • Lego: Um, feast.
  • Blake: Ugh, finally, we got another fossil.
  • Donnie: I'm going to kill whoever stole ours! *pushes the fossil*
  • Ghost: Fashion Bloggers, you're in tenth! Hey, Reality TV Pros, penalty is up, eleventh! It's down to four teams. The Daters, Rockers and Mother and Daughter are all neck and neck at the feast, and the Cadets have 10 minutes until their penalty has expired.
  • Cabbage: *chews nails*
  • Epic: *chews nails*
  • Solar: Shove it down your throat! *forces eyeballs and intestines into Lucina's mouth* TAKE IT LIKE A MAN.
  • Lucina: I wish. *chokes*
  • Chris: Chickens! 
  • Bulba: Hey, we're done!
  • Ghost: Rockers, twelfth. 
  • Lego: Done!
  • Ghost: Mother and Daughter, thirteenth. Thirsty seconds left in your penalty, and the Daters are almost done eating.
  • Solar: Why do you always have to refuse everything I offer? What's your problem? *eating*
  • Lucina: idk im sory
  • Solar: You're sorry? Maybe if you were you'd actually speak correctly to me.
  • Lucina: actualy racis
  • Solar: BOOHOO. SUCK IT UP.
  • Lucina: y dont u?
  • Solar: *starts running* Oh fine, I will. We're DONE. We're not the daters anymore, screw you! We're the HATERS.
  • Lucina: *snifles* ok
  • Ghost: Five... four... three.. two... one...
  • Ghost: Daters, or should I say, haters, you're in fourteenth place. Cadets, you have come in last, and I am sad to say that you have been cut from the competition.
  • Cabbage: We had a fun time, and I didn't think we'd go home so early.
  • Epic: I wanted to play the villain, but I totally screwed it up.
  • Cabbage: Maybe next time we'll do better.
  • Epic: We're ready for our second chance!

Episode Six: Brazilian Pain Forest

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went to Iceland, and did Icelandic things. They had to repeat some phrase, and then choose between Feast or Fossil. The Best Friends picked up the pace with Dark's newfound horrifying-ness, and Epic tried to played bad cop, which ultimately got him penalized and eventually eliminated. Who will go home next? Find out on... The Ridonculous Race! *THEME SONG* Today, all eight teams will be taking the same flight to Brazil!
  • Dark: First place, and we're riding with those suckers? I'm going to cut b*tches.
  • Wendy: It's delicious when you say stuff like that, bae.
  • Dark: Honestly, same.
  • Wendy: *CONF* Our close bond is the reason we're going to win this.
  • Dark: *CONF* We're really close. It's like we're sharing a coffin together.
  • Wendy: *CONF* So I get to sleep with you for eternity? *blushes*
  • Dark: *CONF* What.
  • Wendy: *CONF* What.
  • Dark: *CONF* What.
  • Wendy: *CONF* Born to Die: Paradise Edition.
  • Dark: *CONF* Oh, yes.
  • Wendy: *CONF* K, same.
  • Phy: *blinks, as he gets a tip from the Don Box*
  • Usi: Brazil. It's a country.
  • Phy: *nods and walks off*
  • Liam: I wish you'd be more like the Goths.
  • Jordan: Um, ex-squeeze me?
  • Liam: You know, stopped talking?
  • Jordan: Shut your f***ng mouth, milk-drinking son of a b*tch.
  • Liam: Oh my gosh, will you let that go?
  • Jordan: You seem to have let A LOT go.
  • Liam: Are you like, fat-shaming me? I will not let go of the hotdog eating contest.
  • Jordan: I will not let go of your head!
  • Liam: What?
  • Jordan: Honestly, same.
  • Milk: MOVE! *throws Heo at the vegans*
  • Heo: SIN! *screaming*
  • Mirnish: *dives for the Don Box, shoving the Father and Son out of the way* Move!
  • VUF: STFU.
  • Mirnish: They didn't say anything?
  • VUF: Well, you STFU. Get this f*cking tip and go, or I'll spit on your ashes, you f****.
  • Mirnish: Honestly same.
  • Jordan: Same.
  • Liam: Same.
  • TF: Why are like, five teams still here?
  • Milk: Shut your mouth.
  • Dianted: BITE ME.
  • TF: You stood up for me... *blushes*
  • Dianted: I stood up for Nemo Lee Green. *walks off with the tip*
  • TF: Did you even open it?
  • Dianted: I will open your veins.
  • TF: Same.
  • Dianted: What?
  • TF: Same.
  • Dianted: I hate you so much. Not as much as I hate OstianWendy.
  • Wendy: Honestly? Same.
  • Dark: How are we replying when we're in the cargo plane?
  • Maria: Yes XD
  • Milk: Where the f*** did you come from?
  • Lego: Leave my mom alone! *punches Milk in the gut and runs off*
  • Milk: F***ING SHIT. ALL THE CHILDREN ON THIS SHOW ARE PURE GARBAGE.
  • Heo: *cries*
  • Milk: same.
  • Blake: *grabs the tip* Going to Brazil? No way. I cannot bring this top there.
  • Donnie: Blake, you have to do it. For the blog.
  • Blake: Ugh, but it's so in season. I can't ruin it.
  • Donnie: You have like 80 other pairs?
  • Blake: Which can only be worn ONCE! Quantity over quality, honey.
  • Donnie: Whatever, let's go.
  • Blake: You know what's in style? These glasses.
  • Donnie: *rolls* Stop trying to be all hipster.
  • Blake: It's because I'm Vietnamese, isn't it? Racist.
  • Donnie: What?
  • Blake: White privilege, relax it.
  • Solar: Last f*cking place, we're in. Don't ruin this again for us.
  • Lucina: ur, rite bab. *leans in for kiss*
  • Solar: *punches him in the throat* You idiot, we broke UP.
  • Lucina: tru
  • Solar: Come on, let's go! NOW!
  • Ghost: All the teams have boarded the flight, which is taking off to Brazil!
  • Amber: Ew! *takes a few steps back, and trips over a pig*
  • Jordan: Ow, watch it!
  • Amber: Why are their animals in here?
  • Lynn: Honestly, so disgusting!
  • Liam: Like someone I know. *rolls eyes*
  • Chris: You talking about ME?
  • Bulba: K. Stop.
  • Chris: You don't own me.
  • Bulba: I'm glad I don't.
  • Chris: Girl, I know you want me.
  • Bulba: Please stop trying.
  • Maria: XD
  • Chris: Maria's got a way tigher bod, I don't need you.
  • Lego: *gulps, overhearing this, and vomits*
  • Solar: Ew, could you do that away from me you disgusting moldy loaf of bread! *slaps him*
  • Lucina: Seam.
  • Lego: How dare you! Don't be so rude, it was an accident.
  • Solar: Well, don't be so, like, crude.
  • Gwopher: Sick, look at all the animals.
  • Surfer: I'm getting really hungry looking at them.
  • Gwopher: Eh, I just think they are cute.
  • Surfer: And tasty.
  • Liam: Shut the heck up you meat-eating monster.
  • Jordan: What he said!
  • Liam: Shut up. *backhands Jordan*
  • Jordan: Honestly, same.
  • Dianted: I wish we were more like them...
  • TF: *raises eyebrows, and stares at camera*
  • NLG: Come on, Wes! Keep your hopes up!
  • Wes: I can't believe we got a penalty last time. Totally RIGGED.
  • NLG: Don't worry, I will make sure we will not get one today.
  • Wes: That's good.
  • NLG: Under one condition.
  • Wes: I'm not joining your camp. No one uses camps anymore. It's all ORGs and chat rp's. Get with the times, okay?
  • NLG: I thought you were playing old school.
  • Wes: Old school can't win this race.
  • VUF: *CONF* Our competition is incredibly sh*t. This race is going to be easy from here on in. We have our motivation, we're all on the same flight, so I expect we'll get first place.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Vegans? Flops. Step Brothers? Flops. Daters? Flops. Everyone? Flops.
  • VUF: *CONF* Except us, of course.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* I'll be dropping all of them on their heads this time.
  • VUF: *CONF* Don't even joke about that.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Okay, I see you're still just a tad salty about that.
  • Phy: *coughs*
  • Usi: Hey Phy, you say something?
  • Phy: *stares blankly*
  • Usi: *clears throat*
  • Nano: *backs away slowly from the Goths, but trips over onto Solar* Agh! I'm so super sorry! Oh, my leg, my everything!
  • Solar: *looks up, noticing Nano is on top of him* Nice helmet.
  • Nano: Ehehehe... *blushes* Thanks.
  • Solar: *puts his arm on top of Nano, and stares at Lucina* You're pretty cute when you're clutzy.
  • Nano: Oh, uh, t-thanks? :) 
  • Conker: *helps Nano up* What are you doing? We're not looking for romance... 
  • Nano: *CONF* Solar's kind of cool. You learn a lot of new things during this race.
  • Conker: *CONF* I learnt that you're gay.
  • Nano: *CONF* Yeah. 
  • Conker: *CONF* We have to focus! We're already challenged enough, so, we need no more distractions!
  • Lucina: *CONF* sokar trid to maek me jelus but it do'tn wrok
  • Solar: *CONF* You're jealous. Nano is super cute, and you're not.
  • Lucina: *CONF* *rolls eyes*
  • Blake: Ew! That pig just pooped!
  • Donnie: Gross. It totally matches your shoes, though.
  • Blake: I'm sorry, what?
  • Donnie: Not going to lie, Sepia totally looks like crap.
  • Blake: Sepia is a lovely colour.
  • Donnie: You are misguided. *typing on phone*
  • Blake: What do you think you're doing, you twit?
  • Donnie: Posting a new blog update, about all the browns to avoid.
  • Blake: Oh, no you did not.
  • Donnie: Oh, I SO did.
  • Ghost: The plane has now touched down, and all fourteen teams must race to the Don Box to receive their next tip.
  • NLG: Yes! First place! *hits the Don Box*
  • Wes: It's a Botch or Watch...
  • Ghost: For this Botch or Watch, whoever didn't get the tip from the shark in Southern France must now put their hand in a glove full of bullet ants to receive their next tip. This one is going to hurt!
  • Wes: Well, looks like it is my time. *walks over to the mitten*
  • Dark: MOVE! *shoves Wes out of the way, knocking him to the back of the line* WENDY IS FIRST.
  • Wendy: *gulps, and dips hand into the mitt*
  • Dark: Nice.
  • Wendy: *pulls out the tip, and screams as he flicks off the ants, and his hand has fiercely swolen* Oh my!
  • Dark: How metal.
  • Dianted: Go! *shoves TF closer to the mitt*
  • Wendy: *reads the tip, while crying*
  • Ghost: After retrieving their tip, the teams must find their way across the gorge, and burst open the right coconut to find their next tip*
  • Dark: Let's go!
  • TF: *pulls out the tip* Argh! Come on!
  • Dianted: Wow, you did good for once.
  • TF: Thank... you... *sniffles*
  • Dianted: Way too thirsty! Come on!
  • Milk: *folds arms, as he looks over to the mitt* Why do I have to do this?
  • Heo: Hey, at least you weren't thrown into a shark's mouth! Why does God hate me so much?
  • Milk: Who doesn't?
  • Heo: I hope you repent.
  • Milk: I'll shove your f***ing face in there if you sass me again.
  • Heo: *gulps*
  • Milk: *puts hand in and screams, as he grabs the tip*
  • Ghost: More and more teams complete the task, as some are heading to the coconut challenge!
  • Dark: *grabs vine* Three.. two... three...
  • Wendy: What same?
  • Dark: Eight! *tugs onto Wendy and swings across the gorge, as Wendy screams*
  • Wendy: Oh my gosh, give me a warning!
  • Dark: Let's get the coconuts!
  • Jordan: *picks up a coconut and shakes it* About as hollow as your head.
  • Liam: *throws a coconut at Jordan's head, cracking it open* No tip.
  • Jordan: *picks up another one, and throws it at Liam's crotch* No tip either.
  • Liam: B*tch.
  • Jordan: Sl*t.
  • Liam: Meat eater!
  • Amber: Ugh! *throws coconut onto ground to break, but it bounces and hits Jordan in the throat* Oops, oh my gosh, I'm super sorry!
  • Lynn: *bursts into laughter* Hey look, a tip!
  • Jordan: *faints*
  • Liam: You hoes!
  • Amber: Well, you did push us over in the beach, so karma is a b*tch!
  • Liam: And so are you.
  • Lynn: *gasps* What did you say about my sister?
  • Liam: I called her a b*tch which she rightfully is.
  • Blake: Did someone call Amber a b*tch? Because damn, she is.
  • Donnie: Blake, go off, huntie!
  • Blake: Like, stop with your whole fake nice girl routine. You are evil. You are Satan, and your weave is about as tacky as them three dollar bargain bin heels you're wearing. You're a joke.
  • Liam: That's true.
  • Lynn: *picks up another coconut, and throws it forcefully at Blake*
  • Blake: Agh! A tip, thanks!
  • Ghost: The sisters and fashion bloggers are neck and neck as they have both received their tips. For the next part of the challenge, it's an All-In as they have to work together to create a headdress and a tail piece which must be approved of by this beautiful local!
  • Blake: Oh. My. Gosh. This challenge is totally our calling.
  • Amber: Um, we're fashionistas too. We're going to win this.
  • Blake: Oh please, you can't even match a shirt with a skirt. That's like, 101. Enroll and educate yourself, honey, and stop being so embarrassing.
  • Amber: What is your problem?
  • Blake: What's yours?
  • Mirnish: *gets a tip* Nice job losing your lead! *runs off*
  • Solar: *breaks coconut over Lucina's head* Oh nice, a tip!
  • Donnie: After the Ice Dancers! *runs off with Blake and the Sisters*
  • Nano: Nice going, Solar. You're like, really strong.
  • Solar: You're really weak, but I guess it's kind of cute. *twirls hair*
  • Nano: *blushes*
  • Conker: *folds arms*
  • Lucina: *rolls eyes and picks up a coconut, throwing it at Solar's head* sinc sokar luvs u so much, y not hav tip? *gives them tip which came out*
  • Nano: Thank you so much! *hugs the two and runs off*
  • Jordan: *wakes up* Same.
  • Liam: *punches a coconut, and it reveals a tip* Awesome, let's go!
  • Ghost: The Fashion Bloggers, Ice Dancers, Sisters, Vegans, Adversity Twins and Daters are all working on the All-In, while the others are still getting their coconuts to crack!
  • NLG: *gets a tip*
  • Wes: Let's go!
  • Maria: Strawberries pies
  • Lego: *facepalms and tries to burst open coconut* Are you going to help, or what?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Of course...
  • Maria: Yes.
  • Lego: Yes to what?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Come on, you really need some new lines. *rolls eyes, and bursts open another coconut, getting a tip*
  • Dianted: *sniffs the coconut*
  • TF: What are you trying to do?
  • Dianted: Communicate with its ancestors, clearly. Do you even have a brain?
  • TF: Alright, sorry. Keep going.
  • Dianted: You're such a pushover! *bites into coconut, and it cracks, revealing a tip*
  • TF: Get the clue and go!
  • Phy: *gets the clue and walks*
  • TF: *runs by Phy* Hey.
  • Phy: *nods*
  • TF: *is seen talking to Phy but nothing can be heard*
  • Usi: *frowns* 
  • Dianted: *tugs TF* Stop cheating on me you stupid ho!
  • Milk: *slams Heo's head onto the coconuts* See, your big mouth and large forehead are good for something! Now the kids won't laugh at you at school anymore.
  • Heo: I am perfect in God's eyes. *crying from the pain*
  • Milk: Shut up! Hey, we got the tip!
  • Chris: *punches the coconut*
  • Bulba: What are you doing?
  • Chris: Trying to break it open. Why you gotta h8, m9-1?
  • Bulba: Okay, whatever. Keep doing what you're doing. 
  • Chris: *gets the tip* You're welcome. Let's go, sl*t.
  • Ghost: Everyone seems to have finished the coconut challenge, while some times are making good progress on the All-In challenge.
  • Blake: *lifts out tongue as he continues working on the headdress*
  • Donnie: *puts on one feather*
  • Blake: Alright, that's all the contribution needed from you. Back off now, okay?
  • Donnie: *rolls eyes* Are you still mad I said your shoe looked like poop?
  • Blake: Of coursen not. PSYCHE. Yes I am. I just can't even with you. Come on, let's turn this in!
  • NLG: *hands in the headdress*
  • Local: *thumbs up*
  • Wes: Let's get to the chillzone!
  • Blake: *gets the thumbs up and starts running to the Chill Zone* Oh no, we are not letting them win!
  • Donnie: I've got just the plan. NEMO! Can I join your camp?
  • Nemo: *stops running, and trips trying to look back* Huh?
  • Donnie: *grabs the paraglider, and dives down the mountain with Blake* Woohoo! First place!
  • Wes: They tricked us! Come on!
  • NLG: He wants to sign up for my camp, he's just a little busy right now.
  • Wes: *facepalms*
  • Ghost: Fashion Bloggers, you're in first place. Reality TV Pros, second! Ice Dancers, third.
  • Mirnish: Finally, we're on the podium. Next stop, second place.
  • VUF: No. We're not stopping until we hit fourth!
  • Ghost: Best Friends, fourth place. Daters, fifth. Adversity Twins, sixth!
  • Conker: Yahoo!
  • Lucina: *rolls eyes*
  • Solar: What are you rolling your eyes at? *throat punches him*
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Wendy: How romantic. *smiles at Dark*
  • Dark: Nice teeth.
  • Wendy: Thank.
  • Jordan: Why are we gliding down this mountain so slow?
  • Liam: Probably because you're weighing us down both morally and physically!
  • Jordan: Oh my God, it was one hot-dog eating contest, BEFORE I was vegan. Don't act like you didn't drink milk the other day.
  • Liam: I WAS TRICKED.
  • Jordan: Excuses, excuses.
  • Liam: Oh, blah blah blah.
  • Jordan: We're going to crash! Agh! *collides with Ghost*
  • Ghost: Ugh... Vegans, you're in seventh. Seven teams remaining. 
  • Milk: Why the hell are you so useless at making a headdress? Didn't you learn this in preschool? You're so f***ing worthless.
  • Heo: :(
  • Local: *gives thumbs down*
  • Milk: F***ing bullsh*t! *kicks Heo*
  • Milk: Sisters, eighth place. Mom and Daughter, ninth. Step Brothers, tenth?
  • Amber: How did we do so poorly?
  • Lynn: Those other teams distratced us!
  • Amber: Oh, they are SO going down.
  • Ghost: Four teams remain, and things are getting close!
  • Phy: *blinks and hands in the all blake headdress and tail*
  • Usi: *smirks*
  • Local: *gives thumbs up*
  • Ghost: Goths, eleventh! It's down to the Rockers...
  • Chris: *farts* Hahahah!
  • Bulba: *rolls eyes*
  • Ghost: Father and son.
  • Milk: You're so f***ing useless.
  • Heo: *cries*
  • Ghost: And the surfer dudes!
  • Surfer: *bites nails*
  • Gwopher: *gluing headdress and tail*
  • Bulba: Chris, can you stop being so immature?
  • Chris: What was that, m9-1? Are you trying to rekt, I mean, Shrek me?
  • Bulba: Oh my God, you're not funny. We're going to lose if you don't stop being an idiot.
  • Chris: Excuse me?
  • Bulba: All of your bad jokes it's really weighing us down, and I don't think I can continue working with you like this. You're making us lose.
  • Chris: Actually, you not handing this in is making us lose. The other teams are finished!
  • Bulba: Oh crap!
  • Local: *gives all three the thumbs up*
  • Ghost: It's a gliding race to the Carpet of Completion and it's getting neck, and neck, and neck!
  • Gwopher: *runs*
  • Surfer: *runs*
  • Chris: *runs*
  • Bulba: *runs*
  • Heo: *runs*
  • Milk: *runs*
  • Ghost: In twelfth place... Surfer Dudes! In fourteenth... Father and Son.
  • Milk: You're lucky this time.
  • Ghost: Rockers, I'm sorry, but you're the last team to arrive and you've been cut from the competition.
  • Bulba: *sighs*
  • Chris: Wow.
  • Bulba: As annoying as he could be, I guess I could say I had fun. It was a nice vacation, and some of the challenges were pretty enjoyable. I've learnt that despite how silly Chris is, he can actually do something when he puts his mind to it.
  • Chris: Screw this reflection, let's leave.

Episode Seven: A Tisket, A Casket, I'm Gonna Blow A Gasket

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... Our teams went to a Brazilian PAIN Forest, and went for a lucky dip inside a mitten full of bullet ants! They broke coconuts, made some neat outfits, glided off a cliff and ultimately the Rockers were cut from the competition. Who will go home next? Find out on... The Ridonculous Race! *theme song lmao* The Fashion Bloggers will be the first team to depart.
  • Blake: *hits the Don Box* We're going to Transylvania?
  • Donnie: Disgusting.
  • Blake: How... how... emo.
  • Donie: Don't be disgusted when your haircut is emo.
  • Blake: Whatever. *flips hair* *CONF* A tip to all of our blog followers, never ever dress up like a goth, ever. Not even for halloween. It totally destroys your reputation.
  • Donnie: *CONF* Okay, yours was destroyed a LONG time ago.
  • Blake: *CONF* I honestly can't even with you. Shut your mouth.
  • Donie: *CONF* Love you too. *blows him a kiss, and he rolls his eyes*
  • NLG: Translyvania! I'm not scared of anything. I can kill any vampire in one swift edit!
  • Wes: *rolls eyes*
  • NLG: Hey, what are you doing? 
  • Wes: *walks off*
  • NLG: That's not how you join my camp. Want to learn the instructions again?
  • Mirnish: Transylvania. Nice.
  • VUF: Yikes, sounds like a horrifying trip.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* We're not scared of anything. 
  • VUF: *CONF* We're strong competitors. We've been through much worse than a few old Draculas.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Well, he has.
  • VUF: *CONF* K. *folds arms*
  • Wendy: Not gonna' lie, Transylvania is your calling.
  • Dark: Dark is finally getting dark.
  • Wendy: Cute third person.
  • Dark: Honestly same.
  • Wendy: I brought garlic and stakes, since I anticipated something like this from you, bae.
  • Dark: Me too.
  • Solar: Hm. Can't be scarier than your face and cheating ways, Lucina.
  • Lucina: I sed i was sory. *cries*
  • Solar: What was that? Were you speaking? *punches him in the throat* Because I can't hear you over all the coughing!
  • Lucina: *chokes and drops to the floor*
  • Solar: Oh what? That much of a baby? Do we need a medic?
  • Lucina: *dying*
  • Solar: Honestly, same.
  • Conker: *rides inside the bus* Sixth place, we did good, Nano!
  • Nano: Ha, yeah! *tries to hi-five, but hits Conker in the face again*
  • Conker: *sniffles* Not... going... to... cry! *bursts into tears*
  • Nano: *CONF* We did really good last time!
  • Conker: *CONF* Well, good in our standards. I'd still like to see us make it to the top three in a leg, but, I've got to be realistic here.
  • Nano: *CONF* With our newfound alliance with the Daters, or like, Haters, things are going smoother than my eczema! 
  • Conker: *CONF* Hint, it's really not smooth at all. Don't you think it's a little more than an alliance between you and Solar?
  • Nano: *CONF* Heh. *blushes*
  • Jordan: Can you move your fat ass over? You're hogging up all the seats.
  • Liam: You can't even move a foot without sweating like a gross pig. You know, like the ones you ATE.
  • Jordan: Oh my God, let it go already.
  • Liam: Stop being such a stupid wh*re and I won't.
  • Jordan: Maybe you should stop trying to get in my pants by getting us into all these weird, awkward positions!
  • Liam: I could never get into your pants. Not enough room down there.
  • Jordan: *gasps* YOU DID NOT.
  • Liam: OH I DID.
  • Jordan: I am so going to KILL YOU.
  • Liam: Nuh-uh, I wouldn't try a thing. Gwopher is right behind us, and I'm sure you don't want him to know what you said about-
  • Jordan: *slaps him* Shush!
  • Gwopher: Dude, did someone say my name, or am I just spacing out?
  • Surfer: *shrugs*
  • Phy: *yawns as the bus arrives at the airport*
  • Usi: *blinks, and stands up*
  • Ghost: Our teams rush to get onto the First Flight which leaves twenty minutes early, and can only hold up to seven teams!
  • Milk: Oh no, not so fast! *notices the line in front of him*
  • Heo: Dad, you sound like you have a plan, and these are NEVER good.
  • Milk: Um, everything I do is ALWAYS good. Three... two... *throws Heo at the front counter* Get us tickets, you little b*tch!
  • Heo: At least it's not little-
  • Milk: You use vulgarity on television and I'll end you.
  • Dark: Can I help?
  • Wendy: *raises eyebrows*
  • Ghost: Managing to get on the first flight are Daters, Father and Son, Step Brothers, Best Friends, Fashion Bloggers, Ice Dancers and Reality TV Pros. The remaining teams will have to wait for another flight.
  • TF: *takes a seat on the plane, sighing* It's so quiet and peaceful... wait... that's not right. Dianted? DIANTED! What the flying? Where have you gone?
  • Dianted: *over the plane intercom* Our next destination... HELL. Strap in, ****************, it's going to be a bumpy road.
  • Blake: We're on a plane, how can it even be a road? *rolls eyes*
  • Dianted: Shut your mouth.
  • Blake: How can you even hear me?
  • Dianted: Your scent gives off your words.
  • Blake: Same.
  • TF: Oh my. *rolls back into seat*
  • Dianted: *dives out of the cockpit, sitting next to TF* Did you hear that over the intercom? We better strap in, and pray that doge will spare us from our inevitable, depressing deaths.
  • Phy: That's hardcore.
  • TF: Wait, how are you even on this flight?
  • Usi: You scared away some passengers which made room for us.
  • Phy: I'm impressed.
  • TF: You're pretty cool.
  • Dark: *squeals, throwing garlic at the goths* STAKE THEM IN THE HEART. IT'S THE ONLY WAY! *hides under the plane chair*
  • Dianted: I like you guys. Only a little. Just a little.
  • TF: So Dianted, I liked how you told me to strap in. Were you concerned about me?
  • Dianted: No! 
  • TF: Then why did you care so much? Can you admit it already!
  • Dianted: STOP! *puts hand over TF's mouth and nose, stopping him from breathing*
  • TF: *dying*
  • Usi: Same.
  • Phy: Dianted, you killed your coolness with the sappiness.
  • Usi: *nods*
  • Phy: Hey, TF.
  • TF: *still can't breathe, trying to break free*
  • Phy: I like your constant struggles for breath. It's cool. *blank expression* We should talk more. *walks off, finding another seat*
  • TF: *punches Dianted in the throat*
  • Dianted: *chokes*
  • TF: I'm sorry, but you wouldn't let go.
  • Milk: We should be more like them. *points to the throat punching*
  • Heo: *eyes widen* Lord help us.
  • Milk: Shut up.
  • Heo: Okay...
  • Jordan: I can't believe we're on the second flight.
  • Liam: Well believe it, since it's true.
  • Maria: *eats a pie*
  • Jordan: MEAT IS MURDER. MEAT IS MURDER.
  • Liam: MEAT IS MURDER.
  • Jordan: Finally something we agree on.
  • Lego: It's "strawberries pies" so like, settle down, k?
  • Maria: Yes
  • Lego: So, like, mom, I think we should use this as a bonding period, since you totally need new content.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: *rolls eyes* So, what's your favourite fictional character? Total Drama-verse? Anything?
  • Maria: Hmm.
  • Lego: Go on?
  • Maria: Samey
  • Lego: Nice. Least favourite?
  • Maria: Amy or Samey.
  • Lego: How can Samey be your fave and least fave? *raises eyebrows*
  • Maria: Hmmmm.
  • Lego: Are you even serious?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Whatever. Favourite sitcom?
  • Maria: Situational comedy.
  • Lego: Uh, yeah.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: *CONF* It's like talking to an eggplant. 
  • Maria: *CONF* Eggplants pies.
  • Lego: *CONF* Okay, even I think that's wrong. Don't derail yourself yet.
  • Amber: Second flight? How terrible!
  • Jordan: You really are.
  • Liam: Same.
  • Amber: Shut it, screenhogs!
  • Lynn: We've been UTR for like, way too long. Sis', we need to do something.
  • Amber: Oh, were you saying something? *stares at Lynn*
  • Lynn: Excuse me?
  • Amber: Sorry, I was just realising how pretty you are.
  • Lynn: N'aww, you're way prettier.
  • Amber: No, you are! Your nails? FABULOUS.
  • Lynn: Your hair? GODLY.
  • Amber: Your attitude? LOVELY.
  • Liam: Hoes.
  • Lynn: You're a f***ing wh*re.
  • Amber: Hey, leave my sister alone!
  • Lynn: Do not worry dude Amber nothing that can bruise. And you know, as they all are against you, you do me to make and I hack them one bunch mogolen. Dianted especially if he was sitting in front of me I had long since given him a hefty slap typhoid backward consumption mogool what he walks around. Dark is a b**ch and that I get still hear stupid that I make really broken. Electra, and TF are also on the other hand they trust, but not. I am there for you, Amber. Do not leave your head. Is there anything, call me or app me. xxx your sister
  • Amber: *smiles*
  • Conker: *staring at Amber, smiling*
  • Nano: Ooh, someone's got a crush!
  • Conker: Shhh, she's really pretty. Not like she'd ever talk to me unless she's asking me for my emergency contacts.
  • Nano: Go for it.
  • Conker: You ask out Solar, I'll ask out Amber.
  • Amber: *flips hair* Did you want something, sweetie? *smiles*
  • Conker: *blushes* N-nothing... *faints with a smile*
  • Jordan: *CONF* Horrible taste.
  • Liam: *CONF* Horrible.
  • Jordan: *CONF* I'd be gay just so I wouldn't even find Amber attractive at all.
  • Liam: *CONF* Aren't you though?
  • Jordan: *CONF* Oh my God, I just said one guy was hot.
  • Liam: *CONF* One is the gateway drug.
  • Jordan: *CONF* You're making it look like a bad thing. Should I get Gwopher onto YOU?
  • Liam: *CONF* What? *gasps*
  • Gwopher: *CONF* Huh? *rubs red eyes, looking around the room, dizzy* Man, I just feel like... someone's communicating with us, dudes?
  • Surfer: *CONF* Dude... Dude.
  • Ghost: The first plane has touched down in Transylvania, while the second plane will still take a while to get here. Fun delays!
  • Phy: *races up the hill*
  • Usi: *hits the Don Box* It's a random Botch. Whoever picked the clue must must drag their teammate in a coffin they find in the castle, and bring it in the graveyard to get their next tip.
  • Phy: Y-you mean... I'll be in a coffin? I could almost-
  • Usi: Shhh, don't speak. I understand.
  • Lucina: *panting, while running up the hill*
  • Solar: Hurry up, you little baby! *kicks him in the throat*
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Dark: Yes! I'll be putting you in a coffin!
  • Wendy: That... does not sound good.
  • Dark: Not like that... *leans in to whisper* Unless you want me to.
  • Wendy: *eyes widen*
  • Milk: Well, I'm super slim and hot, so, it should be easy pushing me in a coffin.
  • Heo: If you say so.
  • Milk: Boy, you give me even an ounce of sass and I'll end you.
  • Heo: *gulps*
  • TF: Oh, thank God I got this tip.
  • Dianted: OMG. Going in a coffin. Yee!
  • TF: *CONF* I couldn't trust him to put me in one. I think he'd kill me.
  • Dianted: *CONF* I'd only kill you a little.
  • TF: *CONF* Really? *raises eyebrows*
  • Dianted: *CONF* Okay, a lot. What more do you want from me?
  • VUF: Look, a coffin!
  • Mirnish: Alright, climb in. I think we're in first place.
  • VUF: Hopefully, but don't underestimate anyone, no matter how floppy they might be.
  • Mirnish: Whatever. I'll do my best not to drop you again.
  • VUF: I f***ing hate you sometimes.
  • Mirnish: Nice, direct that anger to sabotaging the competition.
  • VUF: *CONF* For villains, we really haven't done much but bicker and be mean to people. We really need to step up our game if we want a reputation to uphold.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* And what better way to step up our game to step on other people's game?
  • Solar: Claustrophobia... do I really... really have to get inside this thing?
  • Lucina: pretnd its my hol
  • Solar: I'd rather not. *sniffles, as Lucina shuts him in*
  • Lucina: Oh bouey. *pulls the coffin with all his might*
  • Mirnish: Hey, Lucina is it?
  • Lucina: hi marnish
  • Mirnish: Um, okay. I just couldn't help but notice your pecks through your sweaty shirt. I find that kind of hot.
  • Solar: WHAT PECKS? THEY ARE MOOBS. LET ME OUT OF THIS COFFIN, NOW!
  • Mirnish: Solar should be grateful he has someone as hot as you for a partner. What do you say we, you know, make out?
  • Lucina: *licks lips*
  • Solar: *banging on coffin* No. You. DON'T! *bursts out of coffin, destroying it*
  • Mirnish: Wow, good job breaking it. Now you have to find another one. *pushes VUF away in the coffin, laughing*
  • Lucina: niec one
  • Solar: Shut up. *throat punches him*
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Ghost: As the teams on the first flight get nearer to the graveyard, the second flight has touched down!
  • Lucina: *pushes coffin*
  • Mirnish: *pushes coffin*
  • Usi: *pushes coffin*
  • Dark: *pushes coffin*
  • TF: *pushes coffin*
  • NLG: *pushes coffin*
  • Blake: *pushes coffin*
  • Jordan: Ugh, I have to push you in a coffin?
  • Liam: Thank God you have to. I don't think anyone could lift you.
  • Jordan: Coming from you? You've been a vegan way longer, kale face, so shouldn't you be like, well toned by now?
  • Liam: F*ck you.
  • Jordan: F*ck you!
  • Gwopher: Bro, at least we've got team spirit!
  • Surfer: *reaches in for hi-five, but trips*
  • Gwopher: Whoa, man, you okay?
  • Surfer: *rubs red eyes* Yeah, man.
  • Gwopher: Buddy holly...
  • Surfer: Rolling stones...
  • Gwopher: Dude, you know me so well...
  • Lynn: Amber, you're so light and thin and beautiful, pushing you should be a breeze.
  • Amber: Aww, love you too! xoxo
  • Conker: Yeah, I'm pushing you, Nano.
  • Nano: Oh boy. *hops in coffin* 
  • Conker: *leans against coffin, trying to flex muscles* I'm pretty lean, ladies. *coffin falls over, crushing him* ARGH!
  • Nano: HELP!
  • Maria: *pushes* XD
  • Lynn: *pushes*
  • Conker: *honestly tries to push but is a failure*
  • Jordan: *pushes*
  • Gwopher: *pushes*
  • Usi: *pushes into graveyard* Sweet, first.
  • Phy: Yes. 
  • Local: *hands them clue which is stuck onto machete*
  • Phy: Nice.
  • Ghost: After this, the teams will compete in a Botch or Watch, where whoever didn't push the coffin must now walk a balance beam, and do all the correct gymnast jumps to be approved by a local, which then they can make a run for the Chill Zone!
  • Usi: Not my thing.
  • Phy: But this location has given me the energy to do so. *runs off*
  • Mirnish: Done!
  • Dark: Done!
  • TF: Done!
  • NLG: Done!
  • Blake: Done!
  • Dianted: That coffin... was so... beautiful.
  • Dark: I wish I could have been in it.
  • Wendy; You weren't missing much.
  • Ghost: Every team on the first flight is heading for the next challenge except for Solar and Lucina, who are stuck with people on Flight 2 due to needing to find another coffin.
  • Solar: Ugh! Push faster! I can't believe we fell behind!
  • Lucina: lol
  • Solar: It's all your fault for being a sl*t.
  • Lucina: ok
  • Solar: Don't just take it!
  • Lynn: Done!
  • Conker: *faints trying to push Nano*
  • Usi: How do you even gymnastics?
  • Phy: Leave it to me. *gets on the balance beam and starts performing tricks, only for the local to give them a thumbs up.
  • Usi: *CONF* How did you even do that?
  • Phy: *CONF* I felt like the spirit of Vlad The Impaler posessed me to do good in this world.
  • Usi: *runs to the Chill Zone*
  • Mirnish: Come on, VUF! You can do it! We're Ice Dancers! DANCING! It's like, twins to gymnastics with the moving and stuff.
  • VUF: I get it! *flawlessly does the tricks, and gets approved*
  • NLG: *gets the approval*
  • Wes: Did you even do anything?
  • NLG: *shrugs*
  • Wes: Godplayer.
  • Ghost: Goths, 1st place!
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: Yay.
  • Ghost: Phy, I'd thought you'd be more excited, since you're all, Goth and it's Transylvania. Hello? Aren't you going to say something?
  • Usi: Today was the most speaking he's done in years. Don't expect any lines from him until at least nine more episodes.
  • Ghost: Well, I'll take what I can get.
  • Phy: *swallows*
  • Ghost: Ice Dancers, second!
  • VUF: Nice, up in the podium.
  • Ghost: Reality TV Pros, third place!
  • Dark: Yas bae, werk them legs!
  • Wendy: Ew, no one says werk anymore.
  • Dark: I know, I'm just trying to get you energized.
  • Wendy: You're smart. *mutters* and sexy.
  • Dianted: Well, yeah, Dark is.
  • Wendy: How can you even hear me?
  • Dianted: Through your pores.
  • Wendy: Same.
  • Amber: *performs tricks perfectly*
  • Dianted: How did you get here so fast, b*yatch?
  • Amber: :)
  • Ghost: Sisters, fourth! Best Friends, fifth! Step Brothers, sixth!
  • Donnie: Alright, we're done!
  • Blake: *rolls eyes* Finally.
  • Ghost: Fashion Bloggers, seventh. Father and son, eighth!
  • Jordan: *shouting at Liam* I can't believe your fat ass hasn't broken the balance beam*
  • Liam: Oh no you didn't! *jumps in the are and does a perfect spring vault, landing on Jordan's head*
  • Jordan: *eyes roll into the back of his head*
  • Liam: We're done, let's go!
  • Ghost: Vegans, ninth! 
  • Nano: *walks up panting*
  • Ghost: Twits, tenth. Three teams left. Daters, Surfer Dudes and Mother and Daughter!
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Ik you're judging me but stop, okay? I know I'm not an outside kid, but I'm not giving up.
  • Maria: Eggplants pies.
  • Lego: Listen, I know you got new content, but we're not going home just because that's some sort of weird ass story arc. Wait... Are we? Crap!
  • Gwopher: Come on, Surfer! You got this!
  • Surfer: Just... like surfing... I've got this...
  • Lucina: pls go fatser
  • Solar: Did you just fat shame me!?!? You want me to go faster AFTER THAT?
  • Lucina: sory
  • Solar: OH, YOU SHOULD BE.
  • Ghost: Daters, eleventh. This means either the Mother and Daughter or Surfer Dudes are going home.
  • Gwopher: Come on, broski! You've got this! We're like, last, you gotta' pick up the pace.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: *rolls eyes* Nice support, mom.
  • Surfer: *gulps, and performs the vault perfectly*
  • Gwopher: Yes! *hugs Surfer* Let's go!
  • Maria: Yes
  • Lego: Crap, crap! *tries to do the vault, but fails again* We're so screwed!
  • Gwopher: *running, and looks around* The trees... they are enveloping us, dude!
  • Surfer: Agh! *rubs incredibly red eyes* I don't want to die.
  • Ghost: The Carpet of Completion is like... right in front of you. What a lovely time to start tripping out as the Mother and Daughter have finished. 
  • Gwopher: *screaming while tripping out*
  • Surfer: What did we even smoke?
  • Lego: *runs*
  • Maria: *runs*
  • Gwopher: *crawls to Carpet in front of them*
  • Surfer: *crawls*
  • Ghost: And Mother and Daughter take twelfth place. Surfer Dudes, I'm sorry, but you're out of the race.
  • Gwopher: Bummer.
  • Surfer: Gwopher and I had a lot of fun, and to be honest, I thought we'd go first. We're not exactly inclined in the all mental stuff.
  • Gwopher: Man, Buddy Holly would be so proud of me! I'm glad we did this, and we had a lot of fun. 
  • Surfer: Don't smoke random sh*t again.
  • Gwopher: True that! *fist bumps Surfer*

Episode Eight: Hawaiian Honeyruin

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went to Transylvania and got the scare of the century, as Phy actually said more than one word, and the Goths won the leg! Ultimately, it came down to the Mother and Daughter who are about as messy as usual and the Surfers, and the Surfers were sent home and taught us not to smoke anything random you see. Right now, our teams are riding Donkey Carts to the Airport, where they'll be heading to... Hawaii! Who will go home? *THEME SONG*
  • Phy: *whips donkey to go faster*
  • Usi: Yeehaw.
  • Phy: *shakes head*
  • Usi: Not even a sigh?
  • Phy: *nods*
  • Usi: *CONF* Phy spoke more than he ever has in life last episode, so I believe he's lost his voice. I just hope we don't have any talking challenges.
  • Phy: *CONF* *nods*
  • Mirnish: Second place, that's what I like to hear, b*yatch! Does this thing go any faster?
  • VUF: Second is nice, but I want the gold medal.
  • Mirnish: There is no medals, it's a race.
  • VUF: THERE IS ALWAYS A MEDAL. *pulls Mirnish by the shirt and slaps him*
  • Mirnish: Okay, f***, whatever you say.
  • VUF: That's more like it.
  • Mirnish: *rolls eyes* 
  • VUF: *CONF* Now that we're almost the top of the podium, we are incredibly motivated to get first.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Hoes gonna' get cut.
  • VUF: *CONF* Good.
  • Wes: Ugh! Is there any way to make these things go any faster? 
  • NLG: *kicks the Donkey* Heyaaah!
  • Wes: How did you kick them when you're riding in the cart?
  • NLG: Faster! *donkeys speed up*
  • wes: You know what? Not even going to ask anymore.
  • NLG: *tips fedora* M'Donkey
  • Wes: What the f***.
  • Amber: Fourth place! *hi-fives Amber* We're doing so good!
  • Lynn: *angry* it should hav been first!
  • Amber: Oh well, there's always next time.
  • Lynn: wat if ther is no NEXT tiem!?!?!?
  • Amber: Are you okay?
  • Lucina: Helo, beotufil.
  • Lynn: *smils*
  • Amber: *raises eyebrow*
  • Lucina: u hav gotn hot l8ly, and i dotn even lik womans.
  • Lynn: u make me evol
  • Amber: LYNN.
  • Lynn: MY NAEM IS ELA. ELLA.
  • Amber: Alright.
  • Lucina: liek the td char, u 2 r overated *heart eye emoji*
  • Lynn: *heart eye emoji*
  • Solar: *throat punches Lucina* STOP TRYING TO BANG THE OPPOSITION TO THROW ME OFF MY GAME, YOU STUPID MEXICAN PIECE OF GARBAGE.
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Lynn: hey. bak off! *punches Solar in the throat*
  • Lucina: *wile choking* can we get hichesd
  • Lynn: yes.
  • Amber: I don't like this.
  • Lynn: do not wory ambr.
  • Lucina: isnt tht a trafic lite colour?
  • Conker: *panting* It's going way too fast for me to hold on!
  • Nano: *hugs Conker forcefully* PLEASE DON'T LET ME GO.
  • Conker: *wails*
  • Nano: SLOW DOWN, NLG.
  • NLG: *is on steady, while keeping Wes with him as Donkey goes in light years*
  • Nano: AGH! *flies off*
  • Conker: same *lands in the cart with Daters and Sisters*
  • Nano: *lands in Solar's arms* O-oh, hi. What a coincidence?
  • Solar: Can we really keep calling it that? *bites lip*
  • Conker: *tries to slap Nano, but breaks hand* ARGH! Stay in focus!
  • Amber: Oh, hey. What happened to you?
  • Conker: *looks at Amber and smiles, and puts hand over crotch* N-nothing.
  • Solar: Same.
  • Nano: You're so straight and awkward.
  • Conker: You're a bit gay and awkward.
  • Solar: HOMOPHOBE! *throws Conker out of the cart*
  • Milk: Will this thing hurry up? I am TOO good for a donkey! *whips it*
  • Heo: Dad, just be patient. There are teams behind us. God has a reason for this.
  • Milk: Well, I don't give a damn. I have a better idea. *hops off cart and tame lapse*
  • Heo: NO! *is pulling the cart in place of the donkey*
  • Milk: *Whips him* Hiyah!
  • Heo: Dad, please stop!
  • Milk: Well, go fast and we will! Hiyah! *lashes him again*
  • Heo: *screams and runs* So... heavy...
  • Milk: Cancelling your allowance until I get an apology, idiot.
  • Jordan: Hm. Maybe you could get a work out of you followed their idea.
  • Liam: Oh please, I think you have more energy from all those HOTDOG EATING CONTESTS.
  • Jordan: Okay, we can't keep fighting over the exact same thing for like, eight episodes now. Get new content, kthnxbai.
  • Liam: Shut up.
  • Blake: Um, could you guys be quiet? *rolls eyes* I'm trying to post an update to our blog.
  • Donnie: Now trending with Don and Blake! What is trending, fyi?
  • Blake: Right now? Fez hats. Found them from a local here, and it's SO trendy.
  • Donnie: Yeah, the red on the top totally compliments the black without making you look like a goth or pastor sort of thing, so you WON'T embarrass yourself wearing them, unlike Blake's usual tips.
  • Blake: I'm sorry, what?
  • Donnie: Keep typing, you goon.
  • Liam: Yikes.
  • Jordan: Yikes.
  • Blake: Same.
  • Donnie: We are NOT starting that again.
  • Dark: Fifth. F***ing. Place. I'm going to kill someone if we flop that badly again.
  • Wendy: Bae, it's ok. *puts arm on her shoulder* At least we beat other teams.
  • Dark: I want to beat them all off this show.
  • Wendy: what
  • Dark: MURDER THEM.
  • Wendy: okay was gonna say
  • Dianted: You are music to my ears.
  • Dark: When did you even get in this cart?
  • Dianted: Yeah, how did we?
  • TF: The power of Friendship. It's Magic.
  • Donnie: SAME. DERPY.
  • TF: Same.
  • Dianted: Ew, gross! I don't know. I just teleported here. It's magic, I can't tell you. You have to believe.
  • Dark: Well, I believe you're kind of a freak who I'd murder for the sensation of it all.
  • Dianted: T-that... is the most romantic thing someone has EVER said to me.
  • Dark: *blushes*
  • Dianted: *blushes*
  • TF and Wendy: *look at the camera like they're on the office*
  • Wendy: *CONF* Your partner is a relationship ruiner!
  • TF: *CONF* Your partner STOLE MY FRIEND. HE'S SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT ME.
  • Wendy: *CONF* Why are we even in the confessional together? Now they think we'll be in an illicit relationship and have no restraints for them to hold back.
  • TF: *CONF* Same.
  • Wendy: *CONF* Let's make them jealous.
  • TF: *giggles* Oh Wendy, you have beautiful eyes too.
  • Wendy: *smiles*
  • Dark: They're just eyes.
  • Dianted: Well, they're quite nice salted and slow cooked.
  • Dark: OH. MY. GOSH. That's my secret recipe.
  • Dianted: It's like... we're meant to be!
  • Wendy: *eyes widen*
  • TF: *eyes widen* What. The. Flying.
  • Wendy: Same.
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: So, mom, while we're passing the time. Let's talk.
  • Maria: Yes
  • Lego: Where were you raised?
  • Maria: Uxmal, Yucatan
  • Lego: *googling it*
  • Maria: As is Samey The Good Twin :) 
  • Lego: Those are f***ing temples.
  • Maria: Hmmmm XD
  • Lego: *rolls eyes*
  • Maria: You are vry hot
  • Lego: Thanks, I know.
  • Maria: XD
  • INSIDE THE PLANE*
  • Jordan: Wow, my weave feels so... weavey.
  • Liam: Yes flight attendant, you're like, super great with these dreads.
  • Jordan: What's your secret?
  • Blake: *points at the Vegans* What. The. HELL?
  • Donnie: What?
  • Blake: White... people. DREADS. Oh, I've got some words to say for them.
  • Donnie: *rolls eyes* Whatever.
  • Blake: Hey boys.
  • Jordan: Hey. Like my weave? *flips dreads*
  • Blake: That's what I came to talk about, you racist sack of garbage.
  • Liam: Um, what?
  • Blake: Are you intentionally appropriating black culture, or too ignorant to realise how insensitive things you are doing is?
  • Liam: What.
  • Blake: Ugh. White privilege is leaking everywhere.
  • Jordan: WTF are you talking about?
  • Blake: You're white, and have dreads.
  • Jordan: And?
  • Blake: That's so racist. It's not your culture, it's not your heritage, it's disgusting how you try to white wash everything, and take away what makes their cultures so great because you white people can't get enough without leaving your mark everywhere.
  • Jordan: Same.
  • Liam: Same.
  • Donnie: Come on, let's go.
  • Blake: Um, no. These idiots are getting their hair back to the basic pieces of crap they were.
  • Donnie: Why do you care so much? You're Vietnamese.
  • Blake: Oh, so you're bringing MY race into this?
  • Donnie: Shut up and stop being so sensitive.
  • Jordan: YAS QUEEN CHECK HIS PRIVILEGE.
  • Blake: *sniffles and storms off crying* WHATEVER. I don't need you anyway.
  • Lucina: cen i hav leolipop
  • Lynn: use my tong
  • Solar: No, USE MINE.
  • Lucina: we brok up
  • Solar: same. :(
  • Nano: *sits next to Solar* I hope this seat isn't taken... Hehe...
  • Ghost: The plane has touched down, and all the teams have been greeted by the locals, and are moving onto their first Botch or Watch.
  • Mirnish: Please. This'll be a synch.
  • Blake: Rhymes with Lynch. You're... *sniffles* Disgusting too!
  • Donnie: STOP.
  • Ghost: Whoever didn't do the gymnastics in Tarantula or whatever, must not dive into the Hawaiian bay to retrieve a wedding ring and give to their partner.
  • Mirnish: Oh boy. *gets into bathing suit* Let's do this!
  • VUF: Dive into the ice like you're about to collide head first into the ice cold ice!
  • Mirnish: What? *trips and falls, but manages to dive in beautifully in a lovely recovery*
  • Lucina: how did v do that ur kind of hot
  • Lynn: not as hot as u
  • Lucina: im so hrd rigt now
  • Lynn: same
  • Solar: F*** YOU! *shoves Lynn into the water*
  • Amber: hey! *shoves Lucina into the water*
  • Lynn: *lands underwater*
  • Lucina: *same*
  • Lynn: *swims up to Lucina, and pecks him*
  • Lucina: *SCREAMS* COOTIES! *swims away*
  • Mirnish: *surfaces* BOOM! WEDDING RING! Let's go! *swims to the shore*
  • Heo: Got one!
  • Milk: Hurry!
  • Solar: Lucina, hurry your fat Mexican ass up!
  • Lynn: Got one!
  • Mirnish: Next challenge... *panting( It's an All-In!
  • Ghost: For the next challenge, one team member must wear a maile lei and carry their team mate who is wearing a grass skirt across the hot coals. If they catch on fire, they must start again.
  • VUF: You are NOT carrying me. I don't want my face on hot coals.
  • Mirnish: H-hold me...
  • Jordan: *swimming underwater, and sees a shark*
  • Liam: Yas b*tch, show that shark who is boss!
  • Jordan: Yes daddy dominate me! *is beaten up by shark, and tossed out with a ring*
  • Liam: Let's go!
  • Ghost: More and more teams finish the first challenge!
  • Lucina: Finaly, a ring!
  • Lynn: Same.
  • Usi: *gets ring*
  • TF: *gets ring*
  • Dianted: You are not putting that on my finger. Stop trying to bond with me.
  • Conker: *screaming underwater*
  • Mirnish: Come on... we're almost across...
  • VUF: Yes! Let's get to the Chill zone!
  • Ghost: Ice Dancers, first place!
  • Mirnish: Sweet!
  • Milk: Okay, I am not putting my feet on the rocks. What if I get burnt?
  • Heo: But I can?
  • Milk: Um, yeah. Kind of exactly what I implied.
  • Heo: I can't carry you.
  • Milk: UGH! I'm sick of carrying this team! *picks him up* LET'S GO!
  • Blake: Ouch, I really do not want to walk across this.
  • Donnie: Why? Are your feet sensitive TOO?
  • Blake: *gasps* You know what? I am so done.
  • Liam: lol
  • Jordan: lol
  • Donnie: Get back here, we have a challenge to do! *lifts up Blake, and walks across the flameS*
  • Blake: Why do you support their decision?
  • Donnie: Can you not right now? I'm trying to concentrate.
  • Blake: Oh, I'm SO sorry for being sensitive.
  • Donnie: K.
  • Blake: You think appropriating black culture is something to be proud of?
  • Donnie: Why do you even care?
  • Blake: Because, I'm sick of white people walking all over us minorities, and stealing our culture and then shaming us for embracing it.
  • Donnie: That's their problem, not yours. No one's stealing your egg rolls.
  • Blake: OKAY, SO RACIST.
  • Donnie: Shut up. I don't care!
  • Blake: F-Fire! *screams*
  • Donnie: Damn it! *runs back*
  • Lynn: *holds Amber* You're so lite and precius*
  • Amber: Thanks. Is it just me, or are you getting a little... bad at speaking?
  • Lynn: just the comptition runing through my vains!
  • Amber: Yes, we're done!
  • Lynn: Let's not end tings her! *kicks a coal back, which lands on Nano's crotch*
  • Nano: *SCREAMS*
  • Conker: WE'RE ON FIRE! HELP! *runs off coals and into the water*
  • Amber: *giggles*
  • Ghost: Sisters, you're in second! 
  • NLG: *runs*
  • Ghost: Reality TV Pros, third.
  • NLG: Sweet!
  • Wes: Nice.
  • NLG: Hey, want to join my camp?
  • Lynn: ok
  • Amber: ok
  • NLG: Finally!
  • Dianted: Alright. Let's do this! *picks up TF*
  • TF: I kind of don't trust you to hold me like this.
  • Dianted: Get over it.
  • Dark: Hey, Dianted is a STRONG independent woman who can carry himself.
  • Wendy: Okay? But he's got to carry TF too?
  • Dark: Did I ask you?
  • Wendy: Ok.
  • Dark: OMG, BAE, I'M SO SORRY!
  • Wendy: *frowns*
  • Ghost: Step Brothers, fourth! Best Friends, fifth!
  • Milk: You're so fat.
  • Heo: We're almost across!
  • Ghost: Father and Son, sixth. Goths, seventh! 
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: *coughs*
  • Ghost: Usi, you were right. Vegans, eighth! Daters, ninth! Only three teams left!
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Ugh, mom! You've gotten so heavy.
  • Maria: :(
  • Lego: What's your problem?
  • Maria: You Amy The Evil Twin :)
  • Lego: Whatever.
  • Ghost: Mother and Daughter, tenth place!
  • Lego: *flips hair*
  • Conker: *trying best to hold Nano* I-I can't hold you. You're t-too heavy.
  • Nano: Let's swap...
  • Conker: Why?
  • Nano: I can do this... f-for Solar!
  • Conker: Alright.
  • Nano: *swaps outfit, and picks up Conker with all his might* D-do... it... for... him!
  • Blake: Donnie, can you just admit you're wrong?
  • Donnie: Stop being so sensitive!
  • Blake: WELL, I'M SORRY FOR BEING PASSIONATE ABOUT THINGS.
  • Donnie: I get what you're saying, but you're losing all focus! Why are you taking this out on me? 
  • Blake: W-well...
  • Donnie: You always take everything out on me, and I've had enough.
  • Blake: What do you mean?
  • Donnie: Recently, I've been starting to think that I want out of the blog with you.
  • Blake: B-but we started it together... *frowns* Now trending with Blake and Donnie?
  • Donnie: We don't even write articles together. It's all split and bash each other all the time. We've lost what made it ours, and especially today, you've shown me your true colours. You only care about things that relate to you, and you're a hot head.
  • Blake: What?
  • Donnie: You overreact! It's so annoying.
  • Blake: I'm sorry! *sniffles* I'm so sorry. I don't want to leave you.
  • Donnie: Well, you can still believe what you want, but just tone it down. We need to work together as a pair, and not have you dictate everything.
  • Blake: O-okay.
  • Nano: Yes! We're done! Let's head to the Carpet of Completion!
  • Donnie: Oh my gosh, they're done! *picks up Blake* Let's run!
  • Nano:  *runs, panting*
  • Conker: *runs*
  • Donnie: *runs* I'm so sorry, Donnie.
  • Blake: *runs* I'm sorry too! I've always loved so much, and I want to keep working with you.
  • Donnie: *runs* Me too! Let's just stop bickering, and put everything aside!
  • Ghost: And in eleventh place.... Adversity Twits!
  • Conker: Yes! We're still in it!
  • Nano: Heh, sorry guys. *walks off*
  • Ghost: Fashion Bloggers, you are the last to check in. However, you are still in the race!
  • Blake: Really?
  • Donnie: *smiles*
  • Ghost: THAT is what I would say if it were a non-elimination leg. However, it's not. You're out.
  • Donnie: Oh, f*** you. That's cold.
  • Blake: We've learnt a lot about ourselves during our time here.
  • Donnie: Yeah. While there's been a lot of fighting and stuff, I know we learnt something important.
  • Blake: Our friendship may be fragile, but it is to be cherished! And we can do anything when we actually work together.
  • Donnie: Hey Blake, you know what's not in?
  • Blake: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
  • Donnie: Of course.
  • IN UNISON: White people with dreads!

Episode Nine: Hello and Dubai

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went to Hawaii, and searched for rings in the water. Liam and Jordan got a new hairdo, which captivated Blake's interest, causing a massive rift between the Fashion Bloggers which they couldn't recover from in time, and they were sent home. Who will be going home this week? Will the Daters get back together? Will Milk stop being abusive to his son? Stay tuned to find out on The Ridonculous Race! *THEME SONG* The first five teams will be flying immediately to Dubai, while the other six will have to wait another thirty-minutes for the next flight.
  • VUF: *CONF* Finally, we're at the top of the podium!
  • Mirnish: *CONF* It took us some time since we were clearly going easy on the other teams, but, now no one can stop us. 
  • VUF: *CONF* They're way too messy to even try. I'll admit, I've been a little messy too in this competition, but now that I'm first, I can finally relax and get my sh*t together, man.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Okay, but, no you can't. I want to STAY in first place.
  • VUF: *CONF* Got a tip for you if you want that to happen.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* What is it? Claim you spat and f***ed someone's dead parents?
  • VUF: *CONF* Just STFU about that.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* So, what is it?
  • VUF: *CONF* DON'T F***ING DROP ME ON MY HEAD AGAIN.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Yeah, got it. Don't need to be an obnoxious hetero b*tch about it.
  • VUF: *CONF* *rolls eyes* Okay.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Now let's f*** shit up, and mess up all these other WHITE teams.
  • Amber: *powdering face*
  • Dark: COKE ADDICT.
  • Amber: *rolls eyes*
  • Lynn: There, there, sis'. You're WAY better than them.
  • Amber: *CONF* I honestly don't see why we get SO much flack from the other teams. Shouldn't they be hating like, the Ice Dancers? I mean, we've only gotten one team out, and they were total tools anyway so it was like, totally a gift.
  • Lynn: *CONF* If they think we're b*tches, let's give them a reason to think we're b*tches.
  • Amber: *CONF* Can we really have two main antagonists though?
  • Lynn: *CONF* Totally. 
  • Amber: Dark, you're just jealuos because I am beautiful and you look like a mop.
  • Wendy: Same.
  • Dark: I'LL EVISCERATE YOU.
  • Lynn: Throw. Her. Off. Her. Game.
  • Amber: They're not worth it. They're a horrible team anyway.
  • Dark: At least we've come first in a leg.
  • Amber: Good for you, sweetheart.
  • Dark: Oh, it's on.
  • Dianted: Strawberries pies XD
  • TF: That's not your gimmick.
  • Dianted: I'm just trying to assert dominance over Amber, since she's ruining the love of my life.
  • TF: Okay, but, Dark isn't your partner.
  • Dianted: I'd prefer Dark.
  • TF: Thanks. Just when I thought we were getting some top-tier development.
  • Dianted: No. That's another team's focus for today.
  • Amber: *CONF* What if there could be two main antagonist teams? Do you think we should team up with the Ice Dancers?
  • Lynn: *CONF* Ew, they're nasty! But you know who's nastier?
  • Amber: *CONF* The Best Friends! *giggles*
  • Lynn: *walks to the first class compartment*
  • Flight Attendant: Hey girls, sorry, but that's for winners onlny.
  • Amber: Aw, Mr. Flight Attendant... don't you think you could make an exception? *does NSFW flirting*
  • Flight Attendant: S-sure... G-go on ahead!
  • Dark: Hey, that's so cheating! 
  • Dianted: I'll give you a waffle that's been in my pocket for three weeks if you let me in there too.
  • Dark: I'll give you my lighter. It's burnt a toddler before.
  • Flight Attendant: *guards door*
  • VUF: Um, what are you doing in here? This is first class for WINNERS.
  • Mirnish: White b*tches watcha' want?
  • Amber: *strips off clothes into bikini and hops into the water*
  • VUF: *stares intentively*
  • Lynn: *does the same*
  • Mirnish: Ugh, sl*ts.
  • VUF: *puts hand over Mirnish's head, and drowns him* So, uh, what do you want? Excuse him... he's a little... messy.
  • Mirnish: *drowns*
  • Lynn: Since we're like, the two most dominant teams-
  • VUF: To be honest, Reality Tv Pros would be second, but I get what you mean.
  • Amber: I was thinking we should pair up. We'd be an unstoppable duo.
  • VUF: I'm down with that. We need to up our villain street cred.
  • Lynn: So you agree to an alliance?
  • VUF: *shakes hand, looking at their chests* All four of you lovely ladies have my word.
  • Amber: Sweet!
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Of course the alliance is just to benefit us. We'll cut them when it's the perfect time.
  • VUF: *CONF* I don't know... I'm fine with them staying a bit.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* F***ing hetero.
  • NLG: So, I hear they have an alliance.
  • Wes: How?
  • Dark: Godplaying.
  • NLG: NOT EVEN! Anyway, I think us three should team up.
  • Wendy: No.
  • Dark: No.
  • Dianted: No.
  • TF: *extends hand* I'd be honoured, Nemo Lee Green. *smiles*
  • NLG: Yes.
  • Ghost: Meanwhile, the second flight has just taken off!
  • Milk: *CONF* One place off being on the first flight... I am so livid. I clearly deserved that. I am the star of the show.
  • Heo: *CONF* Don't you mean... WE deserved that?
  • Milk: *CONF* No, I did. I'd beat the sh*t out of you, but public polls hate it when I strangle you on-air, so I'm only going to use vulgarities from now on so I retain my reputation. And uh, don't get arrested.
  • Heo: *CONF* Yes!
  • Milk: *CONF* Don't get too cocky, kiddo.
  • Heo: *CONF* You're right, I won't.
  • Phy: *drinks blood*
  • Usi: *blinks*
  • Liam: *getting a face mask* I am SO honoured we like, got a team eliminated. Not on purpose, but yes? They were so sensitive and annoying, we're like, the villains.
  • Jordan: I'd say tertiary. You know, when we're actually doing fierce sh*t like this, I actually don't mind you.
  • Liam: Same.
  • Jordan: *puts hand on his knee*
  • Liam: *smiles*
  • Jordan: *sniffing* What's that smell?
  • Liam: You can smell sticky buns from like, a mile away. I doubt it's anything, tubs.
  • Jordan: No... *sniffing* It's close... smells like... honey... and milk...
  • Liam: *takes cucumber off eyes* Oh no. The deadly combination! Stupid carnivores.
  • Jordan: L-Liam? What is that face mask made off? *licks his face* MILK. HONEY!
  • Liam: *squeals*
  • Jordan: Argh! It's on my tongue! *faints*
  • Liam: YOU SICK SON OF A B*TCH FLIGHT ATTENDANT! I'LL KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT US VEGANS LIKE THIS, OR THEM POOR ANIMALS! 
  • Lucina: *thinking about boys*
  • Solar: What's your problem?
  • Lucina: huh
  • Solar: Why do you hate me so much? I'd just like to know.
  • Lucina: fine, u rlly wanna no y?
  • Solar: Um, yeah. Kinda the reason I asked.
  • Lucina: its bcuz u demoted me
  • Solar: Where?
  • Lucina: on ud wiki
  • Solar: You're so problematic, that's why.
  • Lucina: i was hrt
  • Solar: You know what hurt me?
  • Lucina: wat
  • Solar: The fact that you SOLELY CARED ABOUT ME FOR POWER, YOU STUPID B*TCH. ONLY I CAN DO THAT! *throat punches Lucina*
  • Lucina: *chokes but not in the good way*
  • Solar: Get OVER yourself. Can you die a little quieter?
  • Lucina: *chokes more*
  • Solar: Jeez, not everything is about YOU all the time.
  • Lucina: *can't breathe*
  • Solar: Silent treatment? REALLY? This is SO why I dumped you. *walks off*
  • Lucina: *eyes roll into the back of his head*
  • Lego: Strawberries pies XD
  • Maria: Yes
  • Lego: I'm just trying to bond with you, gosh.
  • Maria: Hmmm
  • Lego: *CONF* I'm getting SO sick of coming in like, what, LAST?
  • Maria: *CONF* Yes it is Amy the Evil Twin :(
  • Lego: *CONF* Well, you kinda get her meaning. It sucks.
  • Maria: *CONF* I like Samey the Good Twin :)
  • Lego: *CONF* Yeah, we need to do good. And as much as she is a TOTAL embarrassment, we need to be on like, the same page if we want to viciously slay those other teams, so like, mom, be my bestie, k?
  • Maria: *CONF* Yes
  • Lego: *CONF* Good. See any cute boys you like?
  • Maria: *CONF Hmmm XD I'm bi
  • Lego: *CONF* Ugh, whatever. Just trying to bond for once. Be honored?
  • Conker: We're still in the race! Woohoo!
  • Nano: Yeah! I'm so happy.
  • Conker: I wish Amber was on the same flight. We're SO getting eliminated next or something, so I should like, probably tell her about how I feel. Too bad I'm incredibly riden with anxiety and other negative fun things... Hehe...
  • Nano: At least Solar is on the flight. *stares at him, smiling*
  • Solar: U wanna go or something?
  • Nano: *mutters under breath* Out wit u yes :)))<3333
  • Solar: i can't hear
  • Lucina: same
  • Conker: *rolls eyes*
  • Ghost: The first plane has touched down, and the teams are racing for first place!
  • Amber: *winks at VUF*
  • Lynn: *holds out feet*
  • Mirnish: *holds out feet*
  • Dark: Agh! *trips*
  • Wendy: Agh! *trips*
  • Amber: *giggles, and runs off*
  • Dark: YOU *expletives deleted* ILL *expletives deleted* WHILE YOU'RE MOTHER WAVES YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD OVER A RIVER!
  • Wendy: Yeah, same.
  • Dianted: *looks back* Hey, you okay?
  • Dark: I'm fi-
  • Dianted: Shhh... *rubs the graze on her kneecap* You're still beautiful the way you are.
  • TF: What the flying?
  • Wendy: Yeah, same.
  • NLG: *hits the Don Box*
  • Mirnish: How the f*** did you get in front of us?
  • VUF: Messy.
  • Wes: It's an either/or!
  • Ghost: For this either or, the teams can either choose to wash all the windows of Dubai's 7 star hotel, OR have both members return a serve from a mean, lean, tennis ball firing machine from the TOP of the building that's being washed!
  • NLG: Tennis balls?
  • Wes: Of course!
  • Amber: I can't mess up my hair.
  • Lynn: OMG, Same. It's WAY too perf.
  • Amber: But yours is SO much better.
  • Mirnish: *rolls eyes*
  • VUF: I agree. 
  • Mirnish: WE WILL DO THE TENNIS.
  • Amber: Yeah, we'll sabotage the teams doing windows. 
  • Lynn: *shakes hand with VUF, giggling*
  • Dark: Washing windows? Ugh, no way. Tennis.
  • Wendy: No offence bae, but I'm completely physically useless.
  • Dark: Well, I dont want to be anywhere near those hoes.
  • Wendy: What if we sabotaged them?
  • Dark: OMG YES.
  • Dianted: I'll do the window washing... for you... *blushes, staring at Dark's grazed kneecap*
  • TF: *tugs Dianted by the ear* No, we're doing the tennis*
  • NLG: Alright, let's do this!
  • Wes: Okay, let me out on the field.
  • NLG: No, I've got this. *hits every single shot the tennis thing fires at them*
  • Wes: Nice.
  • NLG: We're done!
  • Wes: But-
  • NLG: *runs off* To the chill zone!
  • Mirnish: It's like they are trying to get a penalty.
  • VUF: Oh well, their loss.
  • Mirnish: No need to sabotage when they've done it themselves.
  • VUF: They're so messy. How do they even score?
  • Dianted: Y'all are having your diabolic discussions in public... nice. *winks*
  • TF: *raises eyebrows* Honestly, are you okay?
  • Dianted: Ugh, you always judge me! *shoves TF onto the tennis court*
  • VUF: Hey, it's our go!
  • Mirnish: Sh, let them go. Dianted is a person of colour.
  • VUF: *folds arms*
  • Dianted: Same.
  • NLG: *arrives at the Chill Zone* First!
  • Ghost: Is what you would be if you did the challenge correctly. Wes did not get a turn to swing. One hour penalty.
  • NLG: Aw, man!
  • Wes: That's what I was telling you!
  • TF: *raises eyebrows, and dodges all of the tennis balls*
  • Dianted: You suck.
  • TF: Ik.
  • Mirnish: *shoves them* Our turn!
  • VUF: *CONF* All of our skills from ice-dancing just translates into other sports.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Especially the dropping onto the heads.
  • VUF: *CONF* STFU. *folds arms*
  • Mirnish: Let's go! *swings, hitting the ball*
  • VUF: My turn! *swings* Let's go!
  • TF: Whatever.
  • Ghost: Ice Dancers, first place! The second flight has touched down now!
  • Jordan: *hits Don Box* I am SO not getting balls flying at me.
  • Liam: Well, that's a first.
  • Jordan: *slaps him* Washing.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: Tennis.
  • Lego: Ugh, washing.
  • Solar: Tennis, b*tch!
  • Nano: Yeah, tennis!
  • Conker: Washing!
  • Nano: T-E-N-N-I-S.
  • Milk: Tennis.
  • Amber: *dips squeegee into water and starts scrubbing* Ugh, I hope my hair doesn't get wet.
  • Lynn: Me too!
  • Dark: *mimmicks Amber*
  • Wendy: *mimmicks Lynn*
  • Amber: That's so childish. *rolls eyes*
  • Dark: That's so childish. *rolls eyes*
  • Lynn: *keeps scrubbing* Grow up.
  • Wendy: Grow up.
  • Amber: *pulls down the lever* Hey look, we've done our first window!
  • Wendy: We haven't even started, gg. Other teams are getting here, WTF!
  • Lego: Wash this window like its the counters you clean up after me!
  • Maria: Yes XD
  • Lego: Yes, you go girl.
  • Jordan: It's an All-In.
  • Lego: Whatever.
  • Liam: Why did you help them?
  • Jordan: 'Cuz Maria's a total milf.
  • Liam: *rolls eyes*
  • Ghost: Time has lapsed, and people are still failing!
  • Phy: *swings at tennis ball, but it misses*
  • Usi: *nods* Same.
  • Lucina: its 2 hard
  • Solar: HIT IT LIKE ITS ME KNOCKING YOU IN THE THROAT, YOU WORTHLESS PANSY!
  • Lucina: *hits it*
  • Solar: OMG! Let's go!
  • Ghost: Despite the difficulty, teams still manage to finish. Daters, second! Sisters, 3rd! Vegans, 4th! Best Friends, 5th! Goths, 6th!
  • Heo: *swings, but misses*
  • Milk: Is it really THAT hard to hit a damn ball?
  • Heo: You know I wasn't good at PE.
  • Milk: Probably because your fat ass is always on the damn computer roleplaying Survivor or some crap. Gimme that! *grabs the tennis ball* It. Is. On! *swings it furiously, and the tennis ball hits Heo*
  • Heo: *is knocked out*
  • Milk: Still got the ball! Your turn! *throws Heo's unconscious body onto the field, and the tennis racket into his hand*
  • Heo: *tennis ball bounces off racket*
  • Milk: *picks him up* Let's go!
  • Ghost: Father and Son, 7th! Reality TV Pros, your penalty ends in 15 minutes.
  • Conker: *pants, walking out onto field*
  • Nano: I can't believe we picked this and Solar's already gone.
  • Conker: I... h-hate you! *swings at ball, hitting it, but whacks himself in the throat* Argh!
  • Nano: *runs out* Conker! *ball hits his racket as he runs out*
  • TF: Did they really finish before us?
  • Dianted: Wow.
  • TF: Nano master race.
  • Dianted: Conker master race!
  • TF: Grr!
  • Dianted: Grr!
  • Ghost: Adversity Twins, eighth! Mother and Daughter, ninth! five minutes left of your penalty, and the Step Brothers still can't get it right!
  • Dianted: Come on, focus!
  • TF: I'm trying, it's hard.
  • Dianted: Well try harder?
  • TF: Why can't you be a bit more supportive for once?
  • Dianted: Because I don't want to! Why don't you realise that you being my step brother has totally ruined my life?
  • TF: I just want to be friends!
  • Dianted: Maybe if you can hit the damn ball, I'd reconsider.
  • TF: W-Wait, are you serious?
  • Dianted: Ugh, maybe!
  • TF: That's all I've wanted! We used to be such good friends... I really miss it.
  • Dianted: Ugh, I hate to admit it, but me too. :(
  • TF: Let's do this! *swings*
  • Dianted: OMG, YOU DID IT. MUCH PROUD. MANY HAPPY. SUCH EXCITE! *hugs TF*
  • TF: Omg, you hugged me?
  • Dianted: N-no, I didn't! I was just squeezing the life out of you since you suck.
  • TF: Whatever. *links arms* Let's go to the Chill Zone*
  • Dianted: STOP.
  • TF: Even if we're eliminated, it's so worth it.
  • Dianted: It's really not.
  • TF: I agree! *runs and hails cab*
  • Dianted: Taxi!
  • Ghost: Two minutes left... will the Step Brothers get here in time?
  • NLG: *chews off nails, eventually fingers*
  • Wes: *raises eyebrows*
  • NLG: *they grow back*
  • Wes: Of course.
  • Dianted: Drive faster!
  • TF: YEAH!
  • Ghost: Thirty seconds!
  • TF: Here! *gets out of cab* Where's the Chill Zone?
  • Dianted: In that store?
  • TF: Let's go!
  • Ghost: Penalty up in... five... four... three... two...
  • NLG: *bites nails*
  • TF: *runs over Chill Zone*
  • Dianted: *same*
  • Ghost: But it's too late! Step Brothers, tenth. 
  • TF: Alright! *hi-fives Dianted*
  • Dianted: Yeah, no. *slaps him* Let's go.
  • TF: *frowns* All that for nothing.
  • Ghost: Reality TV Pros, I'm shocked but relieved to say that you've been eliminated.
  • NLG: Aw man.
  • Wes: It sucks we're out early.
  • NLG: At least I got a few people to sign up for my camp.
  • Wes: I'm happy I outlasted Donnie and Blake, but other than that? I'm still offended.
  • NLG: I didn't godplay at all.
  • Wes: Of course you didn't.

Episode 10: New Beijinging

  • Ghost: Last time on the Ridonculous Race... our teams went to the luxurious Dubai, and had to either return a serve from the tennis machine on top of a skyscraper, or wash its' windows. NLG tried way too hard for his team, and ultimately got penalised, and TF and Dianted faced some step-brotherly issues. Ultimately, it was too late for the Reality Tv Pros, as TF and Dianted just made it in time, eliminating them from the race. Who will go home next? *THEME SONG* Welcome back, our ten teams are all on the same flight to Bejing, China, because the budget's running a lil' low.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* The godplayers are gone? It's nice to have our only competition out of the race! We're going to slay all of these other b****es.
  • VUF: *CONF* They were such a messy team, and now it is time for us to keep getting first. The Sisters can take second, or whatever.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* When are we going to get them loose? They're somewhat threatening since you're a straight male, and they have boobs. 
  • VUF: *CONF* Um, no, we push them out in front of them as shields. I mean, everyone hates them so they're going to get all the flack for being villains, you idiot.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* OH, getting personal now since I attacked your little crushes?
  • VUF: *CONF* F*** off, they're just hot.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Ugh, straights. *rolls eyes* And besides, being villains is our street cred, so wtf?
  • VUF: *CONF* No, our street cred is you dropping me in my HEAD.
  • Mirnish: *CONF* Whatever, get over yourself.
  • VUF: *CONF* Shut up.
  • Amber: *takes a sip of soda, and walks over to the Ice Dancers* Hey, what's up with you guys?
  • VUF: Oh, uh, not much. *looks down*
  • Amber: So, I was thinking about what team we should take out of the race next.
  • VUF: That's good.
  • Mirnish: Of course. *mutters* Stupid b*tches.
  • Amber: Since I totally have Conker wrapped around my fingers, it'll be super easy to cut him from the competition.
  • Mirnish: He's not threatening at all?
  • Lynn: Which is exactly how he's threatening! He's a floater threat.
  • Mirnish: Why not a stronger team like the Best Friends? Get yourself eliminated in a double elim with them?
  • Lynn: XD You're so funny.
  • Amber: Nice try, but, it was just an idea.
  • Conker: *waves to Amber from his seat* Hi!
  • Amber: *smiles* Hey!
  • Lynn: *CONF* Ugh, Mirnish is SO stupid. He's so gone when we get the chance.
  • Amber: *CONF* You got that right. 
  • Lucina: *sitting down, and drinks tea*
  • Solar: B****, I'm about to be spilling that hot tea all over the carpet.
  • Lucina: dont u think thats a litle incnosciderate to the maids
  • Solar: Oh, you only care about them because they're Mexican.
  • Lucina: true
  • Solar: Oh, you're agreeing with me NOW? Are you TRYING to grind my gears? Forget it.
  • Lucina: no i wa-
  • Solar: Save it! *throat punches him and walks off*
  • Lucina: *chokes*
  • Milk: *reading a magazine*
  • Heo: Hey dad, could you move out of the way so I can go to the bathroom?
  • Milk: *flips page*
  • Heo: Dad?
  • Milk: *rolls eyes*
  • Heo: Daddy?
  • Milk: *keeps reading*
  • Heo: Dad!
  • Milk: Listen here you little sh*t, you make a public scene on this plane again and I'll f***ing throw you out the window. You use your f***ing manners and say please, or I won't do sh*t, okay?
  • Heo: Please?
  • Milk: *shoves him* GO! And don't you DARE interrupt me during my Women's Weekly or I'll f*** you up.
  • Heo: *rolls eyes, walking off*
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: What?
  • Maria: Yes?
  • Lego: Um, okay?
  • Maria: Good idea.
  • Lego: Mom, you are SO lucky I'm not judging you right now. I hold back like, WAY too much, k?
  • Maria: Yes
  • Lego: *files nails*
  • Maria: Strawberres pies
  • Lego: Don't make me hungry, please. I'm on a diet.
  • Maria: Awesome
  • Lego: Do you even care?
  • Maria: Oh no I'm blocked again!
  • Lego: *rolls eyes* Who do you think you are?
  • Maria: Samey The Good Twin :)
  • Heo: *walks past, sighing* I wish we could be like them...
  • Milk: What? Flops.
  • Heo: No, a team.
  • Milk: I'd hardly call them that. Am I not good enough for you?
  • Heo: No-
  • Milk: I know it's what you're implying. Whatever. Not like I care... *folds arms*
  • Heo: Dad.
  • Milk: STFU.
  • Jordan: MEAT IS MURDER. MEAT IS MURDER. MEAT IS MURDER.
  • Liam: You know, it's really funny hearing you-
  • Jordan: F***ing drop the hotdog incident before I make you eat meat.
  • Liam: ???
  • Amber: ???
  • Lynn: ???
  • TF: ???
  • Dianted: ???
  • Wendy: ???
  • Dark: ???
  • Heo: ???
  • Maria: Cool
  • Lego: ???
  • Mirnish: ???
  • VUF: ???
  • Lucina: yes pls
  • Liam: Ew.
  • Jordan: You're so obnoxious and disgusting.
  • Liam: And you're homophobic.
  • Jordan: What, how can I be homophobic when I am- I am a supporter of gay's rights.
  • Liam: What were you about to say?
  • Jordan: What are you talking about? 
  • Liam: I know that's not what you were supposed to say.
  • Jordan: Just shut the f*** up and promote our cause, okay, you stupid meat eater?
  • Liam: I'm once again starting to think you're the meat eater here.
  • Dianted: K
  • TF: What?
  • Dianted: *looks away*
  • TF: Oh, come on, are we really doing this again?
  • Dianted: *folds arms*
  • TF: Wow.
  • Dianted: *CONF* If we don't develop, we stay in the competition longer.
  • TF: *CONF* Never thought I'd hear you say anything smart.
  • Dianted: *CONF* When did you get all mean?
  • TF: *CONF* When did you start replying? HA! 
  • Dianted: *sits next to Dark*
  • Wendy: Ho watcha doing
  • Dianted: Breathing
  • Dark: I like you.
  • TF: *folds arms*
  • Wendy: *mutters* Same
  • Dianted: I can feel the blood being pumped through your body.
  • Dark: How?
  • Dianted: The sixth sense.
  • Dark: Whoa, man... you wanna feel it? *pulls out a knife*
  • Wendy: Huney, no! *pulls the knife away*
  • Dark: Why do you always have to oppress me? Why can I never have fun?
  • Wendy: *raises eyebrows* R u joking?
  • Usi: *blinks*
  • Phy: *stares*
  • Conker: *heavy breathing*
  • Nano: T-turbulence...
  • Conker: I c-can't handle this.
  • Nano: B-be strong for Amber.
  • Conker: I don't know if I can...
  • Nano: I believe in you!
  • Conker: Really?
  • Nano: No! *cries* We're going to die!
  • Ghost: Nano is likely correct! It's time to skydive out of here, pronto!
  • Solar: Um, but my hair? 
  • Lego: SAME.
  • Ghost: Not caring.
  • Solar: It. Is. My. WEAVE.
  • Jordan: Same.
  • Ghost: Still not caring! Might wanna go since all the other teams have jumped!
  • Lucina: same
  • Solar: *screams*
  • Mirnish: *lands* We're down! To the Don Box!
  • VUF: *hits it* It's an All-In.
  • Ghost: For today's All-In, one member of each duo must skewer these delicious insects and deep fry them, while the other has to eat them!
  • Lego: *gulps* I'm skewering.
  • Maria: Radical XD
  • Lego: *CONF* My hips... do NOT need to be bigger.
  • Jordan: I'll skewer.
  • Liam: Hard to imagine you turning down an eating contest.
  • Jordan: Eat me.
  • Dianted: You skewer.
  • TF: You really want to eat them?
  • Dianted: I must prove I am worthy enough for Dark's capillaries. 
  • TF: *raises eyebrows*
  • Dianted: SKEWER.
  • Heo: I'll eat since I don't think you would want to.
  • Milk: Why? Are you calling me fat or something?
  • Heo: No, jus-
  • Milk: Listen here you little-
  • Dark: MOVE! *shoves them*
  • Wendy: I'll skewer.
  • Dark: I'll eat.
  • Wendy: Nice.
  • Dark: Nice.
  • Jordan: Same
  • Liam: Same
  • TF: Same
  • Dianted: Same
  • Conker: Same
  • Nano: Same
  • Solar: Same
  • Lucina: Smae
  • Solar: *throat punches him* You just ruin everything.
  • Lynn: I'll eat... for you.
  • Amber: Aww, you're so sweet.
  • Lynn: You're sweeter<3
  • Amber: XOXO
  • Conker: I'm, uh, allergic to batter.
  • Nano: So, I'm eating?
  • Conker: *nods*
  • Amber: You have so many allergies, that must suck.
  • Conker: Maybe, but I'm really strong! *flexes* See?
  • Nano: *rolls eyes*
  • Lynn: Where is it?
  • Amber: *nudges Lynn* Shhh, let him have his moment.
  • Conker: I heard that...
  • Amber: Aw.
  • Phy: *blinks*
  • Usi: I'll skewer.
  • Phy: *nods*
  • Ghost: The teams are starting to arrive at the challenge!
  • VUF: *opens crate* Yikes. I'll skewer.
  • Mirnish: But that means I have to EAT?
  • VUF: Well, if I gain any more weight you'll probably DROP me again.
  • Mirnish: Well with that attitude, maybe I want to.
  • VUF: Excuse me?
  • Ghost: And with their bickering, the Daters have taken the lead!
  • Solar: XOXO
  • Lucina: *gulps*
  • Mirnish: We'll just take it back.
  • VUF: Lucina, shoving things into your mouth... doesn't that just REEK of heterosexuality?
  • Lucina: *gasps*
  • Solar: Lucina, don't listen to them!
  • Lucina: i catn do it
  • Solar: *facepalms* YES YOU CAN.
  • Lucina: sory
  • Solar: Oh, you ARE SO eating it.
  • Lucina: u r
  • Solar: REALLY? *throat punches him* F*** YOU.
  • VUF: All skewered.
  • Mirnish: *gulps and starts eating* Almost... there...
  • VUF: STFU AND KEEP EATING.
  • Mirnish: Done! *receives tip*
  • Ghost: Okay???? How did they do that so quick? Anyway, it's now a rickshaw race to the chill zone at the Great Wall of China, where one of them must pull the other.
  • Mirnish: Alright, free ride.
  • VUF: Who says I'm pulling?
  • Mirnish: I had to eat, so...
  • VUF: Well, maybe I'm still mad about you dropping me on my head.
  • Mirnish: Oh, I would have never guessed.
  • VUF: JUST GET IN THE RICKSHAW!
  • Conker: *panting* Even skewering them... is... horrifying! *vomits*
  • Nano: Conker, you can do it!
  • Amber: Yeah, just believe in yourself.
  • Conker: *smiles at Amber, but is stung by scorpion* AGH!
  • Nano: AGH!
  • Lynn: *rolls eyes*
  • Solar: No... I'm not eating.
  • Lucina: do it 4 us
  • Solar: WE BROKE UP.
  • Lucina: same
  • Amber: Come on, Lynn!
  • Lynn: *gulps* I... c-can't... It's so hard...
  • Lucina: smae
  • Solar: *crying* I can't do this.
  • Lucina: ur a chiken
  • Solar: What's a chiken?
  • Lucina: wow rascist much?
  • Solar: Do you think I really care?
  • Conker: *crying*
  • Nano: Hey, Conker, get on your feet... you can skewer it. Do it... for her.
  • Conker: *crying* What if we go home, and I never got to tell her how I  feel?
  • Nano: You can like, always text her.
  • Conker: *crying*
  • Nano: Come on!
  • Lynn: *vomits*
  • Solar: *shakes head*
  • Phy: *eats*
  • Usi: Looks good.
  • Phy: *gives thumbs up*
  • Mirnish: *whips VUF* Faster!
  • VUF: I'll f***ing end you.
  • Ghost: Ice Dancers, first place!
  • VUF: Good.
  • Ghost: As more teams are finishing the first challenge, more are arriving at the chill zone. Goths, second! Mother and Daughter, third.
  • Lego: Wait, how did we even do all of that so fast?
  • Maria: XD
  • Lego: Mom?
  • Maria: Hmmm?
  • Ghost: Stop asking questions if you don't want a penalty.
  • Lego: Whatevs.
  • Dark: *drools, and eats all the animals*
  • Dianted: That's... so... *gulps* HOT.
  • TF: *rolls eyes*
  • Dark: It's like... I'm drinking the blood of a newborn baby.
  • Dianted: SAME.
  • Wendy: *glances at TF*
  • TF: *glances at Wendy*
  • Dark: Hiyah! Pull me, slave!
  • Ghost: Best Friends, fourth. Step Brothers, fifth!
  • Milk: Eat the f*** up.
  • Heo: *gulps*
  • Milk: Whatever. I know you prefer Mom since she like, cooks and all, BUT BE F***ING GRATEFUL SINCE I AM SUPERIOR.
  • Heo: *nods*
  • Ghost: Father and Son, sixth.
  • Jordan: *throws up after eating*
  • Liam: *pulling rickshaw* Of course you couldn't resist food.
  • Ghost: Vegans, seventh! We are down to our bottom three teams, the Sisters, Adversity Twins and Daters!
  • Conker: Must... skewer... *holds skewer*
  • Nano: Yes!
  • Conker: *faints, and they skewer through*
  • Nano: Wake up!
  • Solar: Do... I... really have to? 
  • Lucina: yea lol
  • Solar: I hate you so much.
  • Lucina: Same
  • Nano: *takes a bite and cries*
  • Lynn: *keeps chewing* Ugh...
  • Ghost: It's neck and neck and neck, as all three teams are racing on the rickshaw now!
  • Lynn: Amber, come on, faster!
  • Amber: Don't worry-
  • Lynn: fasutar~
  • Amber: What>
  • Lynn: u hrd me!
  • Amber: :( 
  • Conker: *pulling* We're going to lose.
  • Nano: Don't be pessimistic! We've made it this far, we can go further!
  • Conker: I don't want to leave without telling Amber.
  • Nano: I don't want to leave without telling Solar.
  • Solar: *whipping Lucina from rickshaw* TF you say to me?
  • Nano: Solar... you're... you're... AGH! *rickshaw shakes*
  • Solar: K
  • Conker: *looks over to the Sisters* Amber!
  • Amber: *looks back* What?
  • Lynn: OMG, ignore him!
  • Conker: I... I... think you're... AH! *trips*
  • Ghost: Wow. Sisters, eighth! Daters, ninth!
  • Solar: WAY too close.
  • Ghost: Adversity Twins, you're in last, and you've been cut from the competition.
  • Conker: Oh, man.
  • Amber: What did you want to tell me?
  • Conker: *gets nose bleed* I uh, like you?
  • Amber: Aw, cute. *walks off*
  • Conker: *sighs*
  • Nano: I can't believe we lost because of romance!
  • Conker: Yeah, shows that this game would bring nothing but pain, which is to be expected.
  • Nano: Guess what?
  • Conker: What?
  • Nano: Solar slipped me his digits right before I left...
  • Conker: Hey, why do you get a happy ending? :/

Elimination Table

Elimination Table
# Pair 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
? Lucina and Solar 2nd 7th 9th 2nd 14th 5th 11th 9th 2nd 9th
? Dark and Wendy 4th 6th 14th 3rd 1st 4th 5th 5th 5th 4th
? Maria and Lego 5th 4th 16th 8th 13th 9th 12th 10th 9th 3rd
? Mirnish and VUF 7th 8th 7th 5th 5th 3rd 2nd 1st 1st 1st
? Phy and Usi 8th 3rd 6th 4th 2nd 11th 1st 7th 6th 2nd
? Amber and Lynn 11th 12th 2nd 9th 7th 8th 4th 2nd 3rd 8th
? Milk and Heo 13th 10th 11th 15th 4th 13th 8th 6th 7th 6th
? Jordan and Liam 14th 11th 1st 6th 3rd 7th 9th 8th 4th 7th
? Dianted and TF 15th 15th 5th 7th 6th 10th 6th 4th 10th 5th
10th Conker and Nano 18th 13th 13th 13th 9th 6th 10th 11th 8th 10th
11th NLG and Wes 1st 1st 3rd 1st 11th 2nd 3rd 3rd 11th
12th Blake and Donnie 6th 2nd 4th 10th 10th 1st 7th 12th
13th Gwopher and Surfer 3rd 17th 8th 12th 8th 12th 13th
14th Chris and Bulba 9th 5th 10th 14th 12th 14th
15th Epic and Cabbage 10th 9th 15th 11th 15th
16th RJ and JRO 12th 14th 12th 16th
17th and Tyler 16th 16th 17th
18th Sean and KidLego 17th 18th

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