Sammy's POV
Sarah and I sprinted to the Don Box after the first three teams received their tips. Sarah gasped then cheered in excitement, "YES! We're going to Paris!"
I raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Paris, France or Paris, Texas?"
"France."
"YEAH!" I pumped a fist in the air in victory.
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Don's POV
"Paris, France. Home of the Mona Lisa, tiny coffees, the Cathedral de Notre Dame, and other things that annoy me like you wouldn't believe. Once in Paris, teams must make their way here to the Eiffel Tower to receive their next travel tip."
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DUAL CONFESSIONAL TIME (CHEERLEADERS)
SAMMY
*ecstatically smiling* "I love going to Paris, France. The art, the monuments, the culture, it's no wonder it's at the world's center for popularity."
SARAH
"You seem really excited to go there."
SAMMY
"Not as excited as them." *points to the Jen and Tom, who are squealing with delight.*
END DUAL CONFESSIONAL
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Sarah's POV
We had to drive on the scooters to get to the airport down on the highway. I was able to catch up with Carrie and Devin before we heard MacArthur making a siren sound behind us.
"It's the Cadets!" Carrie pointed to them as they passed. Soon enough the Ice Dancers caught up, who were smiling at the cameras. Shouldn't they be keeping their eyes on the road?
"Well, it looks like we really need to speed things up a notch," Sammy said.
"Let's," I said before revving up the scooter and streaking past them. We were about to crash into the airport lounge but I was able to stop it a few inches away from the entrance. And after we got our tickets and boarded the plane, we ran to our cabs and told the driver to take us to the Eiffel Tower.
"Here we are," I pointed to the Eiffel Tower.
A little bit of time was taken as we approached the Don Box behind the Cadets and Ice Dancers.
"Huh, it's a Botch-or-Watch." MacArthur read from the tip.
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Don's POV
"For this Botch or Watch, whoever didn't eat the stew in Morocco must draw a caricature of their partner. When this local French artiste approves of the drawing, they'll receive their next tip."
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Sammy's POV
"This should be done in a snap," I said as I was given a pencil and a sketchpad while Sarah posed like a model on the catwalk.
(Sarah's pose 👇)
For my caricature, I pictured her as a crudely drawn figure surrounded by spotlights.
The artist approves of us and gave us our travel tip before he checked Noah's picture.
He showed us the caricature of Owen eating the Eiffel Tower. We shared a laugh and even Owen himself (though he had no idea what his friend drew).
"Wait, I'm wanna see the picture," he said after Noah grabbed his arm. Trust me, you don't.
I read, "Go down, down, down, to find the cheese so round where your next tip is found."
We glanced down a hole at the ground that appeared to reveal catacombs below us full of skulls.
"Let's go."
Both of us jumped down before we ran through the catacombs.
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Don's POV
"Welcome to the Catacombs, where ancient Parisians buried the victims of the plague! Teams must use their noses to find the exit and to receive their next tip hidden amongst these rolls of Roquefort cheese."
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Sammy's POV
"This should be easy. All we have to do is take the tunnel forward," Sarah said just as we stopped to see three tunnels.
"Which way should we go?" I asked, "There's gotta be a network full of 'em to the next part!"
"Let's go center," Sarah pointed down the middle one. We tried the tunnel until they were in a room surrounded by a network of tunnels.
After minutes upon minutes of running and searching for the correct tunnels, we bumped into Owen, who appears to be panicking of some sort.
"Guys! This is an emergency! Have you seen the bathroom?!" He questioned in a hurry.
We glanced at each other before we shook our heads.
"AAAAHHHH!" Owen screamed and ran away in panic again.
"What's up with him?" Sarah pointed as he ran down.
"That stew in Morocco's probably catching up with him," I answered right before we sprinted down another tunnel. After a while of wandering, we heard a gushing sound.
"Do you hear water?" I asked.
We ran down toward the sound where there was a pile of big, round cheese waiting for contestants.
"Yeah!" we cheered and did a high-five.
I read the sign, "Take your cheese and sail your way to where the Mona Lisa's on display."
"Louvre, it is," Sarah translated.
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Don's POV
"The Louvre. Home too many exotic and famous paintings I was told to stop touching. It's also today's Chill Zone. Last team here may be eliminated."
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Sarah's POV
Sammy pushed the cheese into the water as I grabbed two oars. We rowed simultaneously to keep our cheese straight down the river. We were able to catch up to the Surfers and Best Friends as they raced down the river. Not only that, but I noticed Carrie staring at Devin as if she was dreaming.
As we got up the stairs, Sky and I rolled our cheese to the chill zone at Louvre and came behind both teams.
"5th place," Don said to us.
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DUAL CONFESSIONAL TIME (CHEERLEADERS)
SAMMY
*shrugging* "Eh, it's no big deal."
SARAH
*nodded in agreement*
END DUAL CONFESSIONAL
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Sarah's POV (cont.)
It was a little bit before the Reality TV Pros caught up after the Sisters.
"20 minute penalty," Don announced toward them.
"Wha-what? Why?" Owen asked him.
"Because the challenge was to sail the cheese down the river," He explained.
"But it's inside me! I am cheese!"
"That you are. Now, step aside and hope you aren't the last to place."
Sammy and I gave worried looks toward each other then the Pros, "Oh, boy."
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INDIVIDUAL CONFESSIONAL TIME (CHEERLEADERS)
SARAH
"Sammy and I are gonna talk about forming an alliance with Owen and Noah, but it looks like they're in a bit of a pickle right now."
END INDIVIDUAL CONFESSIONAL
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After more and more race past, the Pros had three minutes of their penalty left.
"Oh, no. Here come the Tennis Rivals!" Owen pointed as they came up the stairs... slowly. Pete lost his grip on the cheese and it rolled over Gerry.
A minute later, they got back up the stairs again with the cheese. Still, they were moving so slow and snail went past them.
"Reality TV Pros, you're penalty is up!" Don announced. Both teams jumped on the carpet at the same time with Gerry's foot out.
"It's a tie! We all stay!" He cheered.
"Not quite, I'm afraid you're going home," Ooh, so close.
"What? Why?!" Pete glared.
"You're foot wasn't completely on the carpet. It was just out," Sky and I sighed in relief. Well, I guess Owen and Noah win by a nose... or in this case a foot.
Gerry stood up, "WHAT?! Do you need glasses, fool?! The foot was in the line!"
"I do not need glasses and your foot was out," Don replied.
"It was in!"
"It was out."
"In!"
"Out."
"IN!"
"That's match and you're out!" He pointed to them to leave.
Thank goodness Owen and Noah are still in.