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Any Given Thursday

“So…we’re on a bus…”

Gwen stated the obvious as she sat in the back of the lavish transport. Though she felt bad vibes about the impromptu trip Chris McClean announced near the crack of dawn, waking the castmates up, she tried to stay positive. It was Thanksgiving after all, and hopefully this trip would lead to a reunion with family for at least a day before she & the others were forced back into “Showbiz” for their shot at $1 Million.

“Man, you can’t tell me this Bus ain’t off the chain!” Leshawna declared, sitting in front of Gwen. “Plush seats, personal speakers and a vibrating function.” She quickly pressed a button, initiating the final feature. “Aw-w-w-w-w-w-w Yeah!”

“Yeah, but this is unusual to say the least, even for Chris.” Gwen remarked. “I mean, where is he taking us? Why’s he being so secretive about it?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve hunting and slaying Ligers, I’m all good.” Harold commented, as usual drawing odd looks from his peers.

“Whatever.” Duncan said. “I don’t know about you losers, but I’m glad to get away from that stupid movie set.”

“For once, I agree with the punk reject.” Heather commented. “Besides, I need a vacation from those stupid challenges I have to suffer through.”

“Hey, thanks.” Duncan complimented. “By the way, your wig’s crooked.”

Gasping in shock, Heather quickly turned away and worked on adjusting the fake hair she obtained, while D.J. chimed in. “Maybe we’re getting a break. I mean, we’ve been on this show almost a year, maybe we’re getting a little bit of time off for the holiday because we give the show good ratings…”

“Or maybe, they’re herding us off to the facility.” Izzy interrupted, gaining everyone’s attention. “Maybe this is a bus to the Mind Control Center, where they slip little microchips in the back of our necks and make us dance around like little puppets.” Silence reigned in the bus as everyone dropped jaw at her comments. “In the war, you always have to think the impossible.”

[KSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]

“Seriously, what is up with that girl?” Leshawna asked in her Make-up Confessional. “She is like one stiletto short of a walk-in closet.”

[KSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]

FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The sound of a coach’s whistle rang through the bus as it slowly coasted to a stop. The driver, Chef Hatchet, then gripped the handle to his side and turned it counterclockwise, opening the front door. As all eyes turned to the front of the bus; there, wearing a brown fedora with a matching fur coat was the “loving” host of the show, Chris McClean.

“Greeting, castmates!” He said, grinning deviously. “Glad you could all make it to this off-set location.”

“Not like we had much of a choice.” Gwen responded.

“Pardon me for trying to act civil.” Chris replied. “Anyway, you might be wondering why you’re here. Well, since TV is being dominated by sappy Holiday Specials and Sports, the Producers and I thought we should cash in as well.”

“Oh great.” Heather lamented. “We’re gonna do some crappy Special now?”

“OOH! Are we gonna get to meet that black & white dog?” Lindsay asked excitedly. “I love him!”

“First things first.” Chris said, ignoring Lindsay’s question. “Just off this bus is a giant banner waiting to be ripped apart by you guys running through it. And try to get an even split down the middle, it makes for more drama.”

“Uh, and why would we be doing something like that?” Geoff asked with his arm around Bridgette.

“Let’s just say that, it’s the smell of victory that compels you.” Chris answered.

The castmates were puzzled as to what he meant by that, but suddenly, an aroma floated onto the bus. An aroma that crossed Owen’s nose, and was very familiar to him.

“Wait a minute…green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, stuffing! IT’S THANKSGIVING DINNER!!!”

His appetite in full control, Owen rampaged out of his seat towards the front of the bus, causing violent shakes similar to a 9.5 on the Richter Scale. Chris quickly huddled next to Chef, letting him rush off the bus and towards the banner pointed out earlier. A moment later, the aroma hits everyone’s nose, and they all beat a hurried path off of the bus, chasing behind the hefty champion of TDI towards the buffet. Owen was the first through the banner, as he ripped it in half in Hulk-like style. He then slid to a stop, as did his castmates behind him, as they got a look at the magnificently huge buffet table.

4 Turkeys all packed with stuffing, several bowls of Mashed Potatoes, Sweet Potatoes, Corn on the Cob, Biscuits, Cranberry Sauce, Macaroni & Cheese, Potato & Macaroni Salad, Pumpkin Pie, Sweet Potato Pie, Apple Pie…and a 5-layer cake to end off a smorgasbord fit enough for a group of Pilgrims & Indians. Owen’s mouth was mimicking Niagara Falls, and the others weren’t far off, either. Thanksgiving was always his favorite Holiday, and today he had even a greater reason to love it.

Grinning like a madman he rushed the table. But as he got mere feet away…

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

He found himself falling into a deep pit, masqueraded with a patch of artificial turf. The rest of the castmates rushed over and gazed down into the dark hole, only to see their comrade lying on a pile of leaves.

“Hey, I think there’re berries down here!” He shouted back up.

“My bad, did I forget to mention that you’re not getting Thanksgiving Dinner just yet?” Chris asked as he approached the group.

“I knew this was too good to be true.” Gwen said.

“Lemme guess, another bunch of your stupid challenges made to embarrass us?” Heather asked in spite.

Chris gave off a sinister smile in response. “Not a bunch, just one. Y’see like I said earlier on the bus. All that’s on TV today are Specials and Football. But instead of decided on doing one or the other…you’re gonna do both!”

Chris then stepped aside and showed the castmates what was behind him; a custom made Football Field complete with stands, goal posts, numbers and all. Most of the cast were in shock, but a few embraced the idea.

“We’re gonna play football!?” D.J. exclaimed. “Cool!”

“Sweet!” Harold followed suit. “Now I get to show off my mad kicking skills!”

“Um, this isn’t gonna mess up my hair, is it?” Lindsay asked.

“Yes, yes it will.” Chris bluntly answered. “It’s time for you teens to toss around the ol’ pigskin; First team to score 2 Touchdowns win the feast, and a night in a Luxury Trailer with all the megastar perks. Losers get to eat mud…literally. You won’t even get to sniff the Thanksgiving Dinner. So I guess the question is…are you ready for some Football!?”

“Hell no!” Leshawna replied. “No way am I getting all muddy and stanky on some tore-up field!” It was then that the aroma of the Holiday Buffet hit her nose, giving her a change of heart. “Then again, Mama wants some of that Sweet Potato Pie. It’s Game Time!”

Seeing that everyone was now fully willing to go with the challenge, Chris continued. “Alright heavy hitters, you’ll split into two teams for this game; The Pilgrims and the Indians. Team Captains will be…Gwen, and…Courtney.”

The latter choice sparked some outrage. “What? How come she gets to be Team Captain?” Heather argued. “I’m clearly more qualified to be a leader.”

“Need I remind all of you the lawsuit she established?” Chris responded. “Anyway, Ms. Goth USA, you’re up first.”

Stepping away from the crowd, Gwen walked up next to the smarmy host and began to look over her choices for several moments, before making her first. “I choose…DJ!”

“YEAH!!” The brickhouse-built teen rushed over to Gwen, happy to be selected first.

“Fine!” Courtney responded. “Give me…Owen!”

“Alright! Made it on the team!” Owen cheered, still in the hole. “Hey, anybody got any tapioca up there?”

Gwen chose next. “I pick…Geoff!”

“Yes!” The party guy of the group was stoked, as he high-fived his friend DJ.

“I’ll choose…Tyler!”

Courtney’s choice drew gasps of shock from everyone. It was still fresh in their minds the debacle he caused during the Dodgeball Challenge on the Island. “You sure you wanna go there, Courtney?” Gwen asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Have you ever stopped to think maybe he was just bad at one sport and excels at another?” Courtney countered as Tyler joined her side, almost tripping over his own legs.

“No, that boy’s bad at one sport and horrible at another.” Leshawna quipped, drawing Courtney’s ire.

“OK, my choice.” Gwen said. “I’ll take…Bridgette!”

With a jump of joy, the surfer girl rushed over to her new team and immediately began making out with her old beau, as Courtney chose next. “I’ll take…Heather.”

“About time you chose me.” The self-proclaimed Queen Bee snapped.

“Give me…Leshawna!”

“Hey, that’s what I’m talking about!” The diva declared, slapping five with Gwen.

“I choose…Izzy!” Unfortunately, Courtney got no response from her selection as she simply stood there in silence. “Hello, I just chose you!” Izzy turned her head away, folding her arms over her chest as she cleared her throat. It was embarrassing for Courtney, but it looks like there was no other way to get through to her.

“Fine. I choose…Explosivo.” Courtney deadpanned.

“And a mighty fine choice you made!” Izzy finally answered, as she rushed over and put her arm around Heather. “HEY, BFF!!!”

“I SO wish we could trade you right now!” Heather gritted through her teeth.

Gwen was next again. “I choose…Duncan.”

“Heh, a challenge where you can knock your opponent’s head off? Kick-ass!” Duncan commented.

“I’ll take…Justin.”

And that choice left two castmates remaining, Harold & Cody. Gwen took a moment to think over which one would be more useful to her team, before finally coming to a decision. “Give me…Cody!”

[KSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH]

“YES! The Code-Meister’s back in the saddle!” Cody proclaimed in his Confessional. “Once I play hero in this game, Gwen will fall in love with me, seeing my awesomeness in action! Plus, no Trent in this challenge means no competition!”

[KSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH]

“Fine, I’m guess I’m stuck with Harold.” Courtney lamented.

“You won’t regret obtaining me for your team.” Harold told her. “My mad kicking skills will be the difference, you’ll see. I can—!”

“Yeah, you’re more like the Benchwarmer of the team.” Heather bluntly told him. “And Benchwarmers don’t talk!”

“Well, looks like the teams are set.” Chris announced. “Nothing more to say but…Game On!”

Clouds began to blanket the sky, giving it a silver hue as the two teams took to the field. At the middle of the field, Gwen & Bridgette met with Courtney & Heather, with Chris standing in between wearing a striped referee shirt, with a whistle around his neck.

“OK, this is a simple game of pigskin.” He began as he pulled out a coin. “I’m guessing you all know the game of Football; if you don’t, tough luck. First team with 2 TD’s wins the buffet. Loser wins a night in the mud. Call it in the air…”

“Heads!” Courtney blurted out.

The coin hit the turf, bounced, and then came to a stop. “And it’s Tails! Goth girl gets first choice!”

“We’ll take the ball.” Gwen declared.

The decision didn’t sit well with Courtney, as she stomped away in a huff back to her team. With possession of the ball Gwen’s team, the Pilgrims, set up their first play.

“OK, how ‘bout a quick pass to Geoff.” She suggested. “Think you can get open?”

“No prob.” Geoff responded.

Gwen nodded. “Alright, I’m gonna need some protection so—!”

“Don’t worry Gwen, I’m all over that.” Cody interrupted, grinning confidently.

[KSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!]

“This is where I show Gwen I’m the man!” Cody said in his confessional. “I’ll be her mighty protector, stopping everyone in my path! Oh yeah, the Code-Meister’s ready.”

[KSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!]

Standing in front of Gwen, Cody took the position of hiking the ball to her, acting as Center. As he bent over, he felt her hands brush against his crotch, which brought an excitable grin to the young man’s face. It felt so good, he almost missed his cue.

“OK…HIKE!!!”

He regained his composure though, and handed the ball off through his legs to Gwen. He then prepared himself to knock back any unfortunate soul who dared to harm her. Unfortunately, Cody found himself being the unfortunate one, as the first person to rush him was also the largest person within a square-mile radius…Owen.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

In the blink of an eye, Cody felt the weight of 400lbs crushing down upon him with the force of a comet collision. He was completely smothered, unable to even spot Gwen as she missed her pass for an incomplete. Several moments would pass before he’d see daylight, as Owen finally climbed off of him.

“Sorry, guy.” He said. “Never was really coordinated when it came to sports.”

Cody was slow to get up, but he eventually reached his feet and stumbled back to the huddle. “Well that sucked hard.” Duncan said. “By the way, nice blocking there, Dude.”

“Look, it’s just one play.” Gwen chimed in. “Let’s just go with something else. I’m open to suggestions…”

“Hey DJ, you played Running Back during Freshman Year.” Geoff recalled. “Think you still got some moves?”

“Maybe, it’s been a while, though.” DJ replied.

“Better than nothing.” Gwen said. “OK, I’ll hand it off, DJ, you do the rest.”

With the new play set up, the Pilgrims approached the line of scrimmage again for 2nd down. With a hike of the ball, Gwen quickly handed it to DJ…and watched in awe as the highlight began. Harold rushed in on the blitz, but received a stiff-arm to the face for his trouble. Next up was Tyler, who decided to go for the legs, but grabbed nothing but air as DJ spun out of the way. In the open field, he only had one more defender to beat, Owen.

The super-heavyweight lunged at DJ and wrapped his arms around him. But surprisingly it didn’t even slow him down, as the brickhouse-built teen kept pushing towards the endzone, eventually breaking Owen’s tackle and going in for the touchdown. He celebrated by performing an impromptu Riverdance.

“And that is a Touchdown!” Chris announced.

“Yeah, I knew my boy still had it.” Geoff proclaimed.

“That Rocked” Gwen cheered. “We got the lead!”

On the other side though, blame was being passed. “How could you guys just let him score like that!?” Courtney complained. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t see you trying to stop him.” Heather sniped back.

“I’m the leader of this team!” Courtney retaliated. “I’m trying to coordinate here, so…just do a better job next time!” The two exchanged cold looks as they folded their arms over their chests, neither backing down. But they would eventually relent, once they realized they were getting the ball.

It was now the Indians turn on offense, as Courtney huddled with her teammates.

“Alright, if they can run around with the ball and score, then so can we!” She told them. “Justin, you hike it and hand off to…”

“Me.”

All eyes turned to Tyler as he spoke up. “Uh, how about no?” Heather responded. “I’d rather have Owen with the ball.”

“I can do this!” Tyler said, defending himself. “I am a real athlete! I’ll show that wannabe DJ how to really move with the rock!”

Understandably, the rest of the team was reluctant to go along with his idea. Luckily for the ‘athlete’, he won over Courtney’s confidence. “Alright, Tyler, you’re getting the ball!”

“Bad idea.” Harold commented.

“I agree with the dork.” Heather added.

“Well too bad!” Courtney snapped. “Because it’s our play, now get ready!”

With visible reservations, the team followed their de facto captain’s orders and lined up for the play. Justin called for the snap, Owen provided it to him, and as instructed, Tyler was handed the ball. Heather simply rolled her eyes as he started forward, but her jaw soon dropped as she saw pure speed take off.

“WOOHOO!!!” Courtney cheered. “GO TYLER!!!”

He was simply a red blur as he rocketed from the backfield, leaving everyone on defense in his dust. Geoff & DJ barely had time to react before he was past them, well on his way to the endzone. He kept burning up the field as he reached the 20 yard line, then the 15, 10, 5…and fall.

It was like watching a blooper reel in slow motion and it happened in a sudden instance. Tyler’s foot tripped over the other, and in the blink of an eye he was in mid-air, upside-down. He came down landing face first, sliding 3 more yards before the rest of his body hit the turf and he came to a stop. A moment later, the ball would land right next to him, right before being scooped up by Duncan.

“I’ll take that, thank you.” He said smugly, before taking off in the other direction.

Courtney was in shock, as was the rest of her team, until Izzy broke the silence. “Wow…that was a WICKED Face Plant! You GOTTA teach me how to do that!”

“Fumble!” Chris declared. “Ball goes to the Pilgrims!”

“Well, O Mighty Leader…” Heather began sarcastically. “Any more bright ideas?”

And for the first time that day, Courtney was silent.

With the Pilgrims now handling the ball, confidence was on their side as they huddled up for another play. “OK, I say we give ‘em another dose of DJ.” Gwen suggestion. “Think you can handle it?”

“Of course my man can handle it!” Geoff answered for his friend. “He’ll shred that defense.”

DJ silently nodded his head, leaving all in agreement. Walking up to the line, Gwen prepared herself to take the snap, this time from Lindsay since Cody was still shaken up from the abrupt one-man trampling he suffered. Calling for the ball, Gwen took the snap and, like before, tossed it to DJ and moved out the way. He was just as impressive as before, weaving past defenders and leaving them in his dust as he motored towards the endzone. Only one obstacle stood in his path…Heather.

“Heather, tackle him now!” Courtney ordered.

“And ruin my hair on TV?” Heather asked. “Are you insane!?”

“YOU HAVE TO STOP HIM!”

Heather scoffed. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna stop him.”

She then turned towards the rumbling DJ as he stormed closer, ball tucked tightly in his arm. She stood nonchalantly, as if she wouldn’t even make an effort to leap out and grab him. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, since DJ was ready for any kind of attack, any kind of approach she would make, anything…but what happened next.

Grabbing the bottom of her halter top, she pulled it up just below her neck, exposing her perky, almost perfectly round breasts. They bounced slightly upon being released, enough to capture DJ’s attention, which was just was she wanted. Focusing on Heather’s fun bags, DJ misplaced his footing, and ended up fumbling the ball as he fell to the turf. To make matters worse, the ball rolled to a stop at Heather’s feet.

“See? Now that’s how you make a stop.” Heather boasted to Courtney, who was once again left speechless.

On the other side of the field, Gwen was quick to rush over to Chris, voicing her displeasure. “Oh come on, you can’t allow that!” She ranted. “She flashed him! That has to be illegal.”

“Hmm, interesting argument.” Chris replied, hand on his chin. “Let’s go to the officials. Chef?” The muscular “Cook” with the drill sergeant demeanor, who was now wearing a referee’s outfit, simply folded his hands over his chest and looked away. “Ah that explains it; we’re playing by ‘The Longest Yard’ rules.”

Gwen was confused. “What does that mean?”

“There are no rules!” Chris promptly answered with a devious smirk. “Ball goes to the Indians!”

And as Courtney’s team celebrated on the other end of the field, Gwen simply stomped away, furious with the outcome of that play. As she reached her team’s huddle, she saw them trying to snap DJ out of his daze.

“Come on, man.” Geoff told him. “You gotta focus! Get your head back in the game!”

“I…I can’t.” DJ responded, still in a state of shock. “All…all I can think about, is seeing Heather’s boobs!”

“Does this help?” Grabbing her tank top, Lindsay proceeded to assist DJ with his problem…by exposing her breasts to him. They were considerably larger than Heather’s, and bounced a bit longer after being released from their clothing confines. The whole team was shocked she would pull such a maneuver, and remained silent until Duncan spoke up.

“I don’t know about you, but it helps me!”

“Uh Lindsay, could you possibly pull your shirt down?” Gwen asked.

“Sorry.” Lindsay replied. “I just…REALLY don’t want to lose because of Heather.”

“Well, did it help?” Bridgette asked, turning to DJ.

“Not really.” DJ answered. “Now all I can think about is Lindsay’s tits!”

“That’s good enough!” Geoff chimed in. “Let’s go!”

In the Indians huddle, Courtney began to rally her troops, as she wanted to score badly. “OK, we’re not out of this one yet. That Thanksgiving Dinner will be ours!” She told her teammates. “All we have to do is—!”

“Not listen to you?” Heather inquired smartly. “I’m all for that plan.”

Courtney responded with a cold glare, but a few of their teammates chuckles indicated they were leaning towards the ‘Queen Bee’s’ side. “Heh, she does have a point…” Owen commented. That drew forth Courtney’s cold stare, which changed his opinion. “I mean No, she doesn’t, sir! No point at all…sir!”

“Anyway, just let me throw the ball.” Courtney continued. “Owen, block for me. Everyone else, go deep!”

It was a simple play, and one that Courtney assured herself was the correct one to call. As her team lined up though, Heather decided to get in another shot. “Hope your arm is better than your lame plans.”

That hit a nerve. Courtney gritted her teeth as she readied herself and yelled for the ball. Owen hiked it, and Courtney quick sped off down the field, not even thinking of passing. Gwen and Leshawna were waiting to take her down, until Duncan stepped up in front of him.

“Don’t bother…she’s mine.” He said with a devious grin.

“Uh, you sure about that?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, remember the ball pit?” Leshawna reminded her.

“Oh I do.” Duncan replied. “That’s why she’s mine.”

He shifted over to his left, placing himself right in front of the endzone, Courtney’s destination. She slowed for a moment, shocked to see her former crush was the only defender in her way, but her competitive nature overtook her again, and she barreled forward at an even faster speed. Closer & closer she drew to him as she put her head down, bracing for impact. Once close enough, she made her leap of faith, hoping to fly past him and score. At the same time though, Duncan leapt forward to stop her, determined to get payback for his embarrassment in the ball pit. They collided in mid-air and fell to the ground hard.

As the dust cleared, the result of the play was shown; Duncan tackled Courtney, but she was in the endzone for the score. However, what caught everyone’s eyes was the position they were in on the ground. The two were practically spooning as Duncan’s right hand cupped her breast, and her leg was wrapped around his. They remained in that state for several seconds, before finally realizing it.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Jumping to their feet, they both split from each other and exchanged shocked stares. That is, until Courtney realized she was still holding the football.

“Looks like that’s a Touchdown for the Indians!” Chris announced.

“WOOHOO!!!” Spiking the ball, Courtney began to dance over her victory, as her teammates quickly crowded her, happy that the score was now tied.

[KSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]

“Eh, what’s the big deal?” Duncan revealed in his confessional. “So she scored. My team’s still gonna wipe the floor with her. Besides…I felt B-cup, and I consider that a victory.

[KSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]

“It’s just like Duncan to be unfocused when its time to take action!” Courtney said in her confessional. “I should’ve slapped him for grabbing my breasts. His strong hand cradled around it, gently caressing it as his fingertip played with my…Look, I scored, and that’s all that matters! Now we can win!”

[KSSSSSSSHHHHHHH]

“Well, well, well, we have ourselves a tie ballgame at halftime.” Chris announced. “Who’s gonna come out on top? Don’t go away, because we have another half of football, fighting, and possibly more flashing on TOTAL! DRAMA! ACTION!!!!”
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