CCC 1 - Duck for Cover!

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''We open in a gray...box, and see all TBC's eliminated contestants sitting there. Suddenly, Pan wakes up.''

Pan: Eh? Wait, huh? This isn't the moon.

Nightmare Face: W-huh?!

The other contestants wake up, except for RCC.

Pan: This is weird.

Lychee: Yeah. Where's Silver? Isn't he supposed to keep us on the moon?

Christmas Pudding: I believe that Mr. Peaflipper got in trouble for the moon, so he took us and put us in this gray cube!

Pan: I guess that makes sense...

Americium: But why would he only get in trouble for it now?

Onion: *sniff, sniff* I-I don't think this means anything...

Americium: Yeah. I think something is clearly--

???: WRONG!

''The camera slides over to some more...familiar faces. It's the eliminated contestants of CBT!''

Octagon: Lyndon clearly was not abusing us! So therefor, that theory is incorrect!

Flavored Milk Straw: Yeah, but that's literally all I have.

Oxygen: I'm pretty sure Clinko probably just needed to dump us out. That's the sorta thing Clinko would do.

Daisy Flower: Man, this doesn't seem okay.

Doggie Bone: Yeah! Besides, who even are those people?

The eliminated casts finally meet!

Octagon: ...Who on earth are these imbeciles?

Pan: Hey, we aren't imbeciles!

Nightmare Face: Yeah, we could say the same thing about you!

Octagon: Excuse me?

Doggie Bone: The one who calls others dumb is the dumb one, dummy!

Lychee: ...That doesn't even make sense!

Daisy Flower: Woah...so many auras...This is, like...deep, man...

Flavored Milk Straw: Um...maybe we can chat this out?

Christmas Pudding: No way, Straw-man!

The casts argue for a bit, before a voice screams.

???: QUIET ON SET PLEASE!

''The gray screen seems to disappear, revealing everyone in...a theater. A white rabbit in a pilot's outfit can be seen sitting in the director's chair.''

???: How are you lovelies doing?

Octagon: Not very good! These idiots have tried to insult me and my friends!

Doggie Bone: ...Friends?

Americium: Yeah, and we also woke up in an unfamiliar place.

Lychee: I mean, it's better than the moon, but I just want to go home!

???: Home? Nay, that's not...drama-worthy!

Lychee: ...What?

???: Listen up, lovelies! I'm your new host on the hottest reality show on the market! C-C-C!

Christmas Pudding: Ooh! I wonder what it stands for?

???: The 13 of you will be competing for the grand-prize! And if you don't want to participate, that's fine!

Flavored Milk Straw is about to leave, but then...

???: But you have no choice! There is no exit door!

Most of the "lovelies" groan.

???: I'm Flying Ace Lynn! And this is...CCC!

Challenge'd
...Flying Ace Lynn is still posing.

Lychee: ...Well, as long as she's not doing anything notable, I guess we can plan out a way to escape.

Octagon: I will agree with you for now. The minute we escape, we never meet again.

Lychee: Agreed.

''The "lovelies" look around the building, trying to find a way to escape. It becomes clear really quickly than escape seems to be out of the question. Most of the windows are boarded up, all the doors lead to more areas in the room...We cut to Onion and Americium.''

Onion: *sniff* Hey, Americium?

Americium: Um...yeah?

Onion: I can't help but notice...so, you know how she said all 13 of us would be contestants?

Americium: Yeah...?

Onion: Well...there's only 12 of us! *sniff* Do you think she got it wrong?

Americium: Huh? Oh, yeah...that's strange. Oh--

Flying Ace Lynn runs up to the two of them.

Flying Ace Lynn: My goodness, you're right! Everyone, everyone! Come to me!

The contestants randomly teleport to FAL.

Doggie Bone: Wait, wha--

Flying Ace Lynn: I've made an uh-oh! I forgot someone when clon-I mean, uh, kidnapping...you. Do you know what that means?!

Flavored Milk Straw: We can all go home?

Flying Ace Lynn: We have to find our 13th competitor through a challenge!

Daisy Flower: But isn't 12 an even number, man? We'd be perfect to divide us into 2 teams of 6.

Flying Ace Lynn: No no no! Daisy, you're a fool! The teams are 5 of one side, and 8 on the other!

Flying Ace Lynn drags the CBT contestants on one side, and puts the TBC contestants on the other.

Flying Ace Lynn: However...the team that finds the better replacement first will get them on their team!

Octagon: This seems...a little unfair.

Flying Ace Lynn: Now...go!

The contestants teleport to outside the studio.

Doggie Bone: Hey...we're outside! We can just--

An intercom begins to shout.

Flying Ace Lynn: Don't even bother trying to escape. All of you are wearing special bracelets. Try to leave the city, and you'll be in for an electric shock!

Pan: ...Darn.