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Jeff Probst sighed to himself contentedly as he stepped out into the clearing where he and the rest of his crew would be filming Survivor 42: Feral Cat-Infested Forest. It was named that because there were a lot of feral cats in the area for some reason. "Come on in, guys!" he called out, waiting for the two tribes to walk into the clearing.
Jeff Probst's lesser known brother, Pfil Probst was competing in this season of Survivor, unknown to his more illustrious brother, Jeff Probst. Jeff Probst. He walked out onto the MANGROVE ridden sand wearing his RED bandana around his left thigh. "Surprise, big bro," he called over the heads of his teammates, "you know who it is."
Jeff Probst's jaw dropped to the floor, allowing a large possum to crawl in. "Pfil!" he cried, embracing his brother in a crushing hug. "I thought those rhinos back in Gabon had crushed you to a pulp under their big ol' tootsies! How've ya been, bro?"
At that moment, a second tribe walked in. They were all reading red bandanas, which was very confusing for the viewers because it was the same colour as Pfil's tribe's bandanas. "Hello everyone," their leader said, "my name is Detective Bluto Mindpretzel and I'm here to win Survivor. Which means everyone else is going to lose. So see you all in hell, suckers."
"BETTER than YOU," Pfil screamed back, knocking his brother's hand away. "You just left me in Gabon, I had to be raised by that herd of gazelles, now I can run like this." He dropped to all fours and cantered away into the sea.
Shambolo walked up behind Bluto, wearing their tribe's red bandana. "I'm ready to win," she said, "I'm not here to make friends. I've already hidden an immunity item under that banana tree over there. In fact I have hidden three." She turned to Jeff. "That is a nice possum. But it won't help you win. Nothing will. In fact, I hate you. Despise you entirely."
Pfil ran back to his brother on all fours, dripping wet. He ran between his legs and knocked him over.
"RE9UAVHWVSVB," Jeff Probst screamed, falling to the ground and decapitating himself. Fortunately, he had long been replaced by a robot and was able to continue hosting the show as planned.
Detective Bluto Mindpretzel was shocked at Shambolo's words. He hadn't been expecting someone to play so hard on day one of the game. "Oh god, I'm so outclassed," he said. He started to cry like a big baby.
Meanwhile, a different, little baby gurgled and reached out for Shambolo's bandana. "Goo goo ga ga," it said, and winked at the camera.
Pfil Probst ran laps around them on all fours, searching for a patch of grass among the MANGROVES.
"Hello, child," Shambolo said, and caught the baby as it sailed towards the sea. "I have found another hidden immunity idol," she bragged to Bluto, turning to him with her new German accent. A twirled moustache unfurled itself over her top lip. "Vat do you make of zat, hm? You fool. You bumbling fool. I hate you."
"Wait, weren't we just at tribal council?" Bluto said through heaving sobs. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I don't care if you hate me Shambolo, let's form an alliance and pledge to vote out all the other castaways so we can be the final two."
"We're standing RIGHT HERE," all the other castaways said.
The patch of grass lay still amongst the MANGROVES. "Haha," it said, "this idiot Pfil can't find me!"
Fire flickers and glows on wooden torches placed around the WOODEN benches. The tribe files in up the RAMP. JEFF PROBST (40s) waits for them beside a table.
JEFF PROBST Welcome to tonight's tribal council meeting.
DETECTIVE BLUTO MINDPRETZEL [murmurs] Shambolo, Shambolo! Is...THE PLAN....still going ahead? You know, to murder Jeff Probst and take control of the game?
PATCH OF GRASS Wow, that sounds like...something that's not my problem. Plus, how am I gonna phone the police? I don't have any arms.
A SPARROW lands on SHAMBOLO's head. There is murder in its eyes.
Pfil is desperate. He hasn't found any grass among the MANGROVES all day. He is frantic. He runs around the legs of the tribal council hut, screaming. The patch of grass eludes him.
SHAMBOLO (bouncing the baby on her knee) You zink I vould back out of plan now? At its very pinnacle? You are very silly man, Bluto, very silly indeed.
She ignores the sparrow.
PHIL PROBST Renaldo - begin the voting.
PHOMP. AH HOO HA HA AHOO HA HA. PHWAMP. HO. HO. HO. HA. [chanting and music continues]
RENALDO untangles all thirty-seven of his limbs and wriggles along the ground to the voting hut, a litany of PHOMP AH HOO HA HA AHOO HA HA PHWAMP HO HO HO HA chanted softly under his breath. He casts a vote for himself and gives his ballot a big wet disgusting kiss. Then he kisses the pen, and the desk, and the urn where all the ballots go, and the walls, and the floor, and the door.
RENALDO
Try cleaning that off, producers! This lipstick is impossible to get off bamboo! Your continuity is ruined!
DETECTIVE BLUTO MINDPRETZEL tries to get out of the fake tree stump they use as seats, but his butt is stuck to it for some reason.
DETECTIVE BLUTO MINDPRETZEL
Hey, what the...Shambolo, are you behind this?!
JEFF PROBST cackles evilly.
JEFF PROBST
Those fools! They don't know it was me who superglued all their butts to their seats! Now they'll never get rid of me! (Because Jeff Probst knew about the plan to murder him all along.)
DETECTIVE BLUTO MINDPRETZEL Heh. You fools. (He rises from his chair, he had only been pretending to be stuck) It was I all along. So I could be with my lover...
He turned his eyes (not the rest of his head) to Jeff Probst.
D.B.M Jeff Probst.
SHAMBOLO Detective Bluto. (She whips out a bag of spinach) Date tonight? (She smirks at Jeff Probst. So you thought you had him caught hook line and sinker, it says. Well you didn't.)
