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Hello all.
Yes it’s been a while. No, I don’t know when the next one is going to be up! No, not got plans for a celeb special! Aye, I probably do sound a bit arrogant here – long story! A big thank you to all who love this series though, read on at the end to hear from me…
Enjoy, The New Get Your Own Back….
ALL GAMES AND GUNK DUNK QUESTIONS ARE DECIDED BY CHANCE, FAIR AND SQUARE.
A camera panned all around the studio; yellow and blue was prominent all over, poles and the structure was all curved out to give a dome sort of effect, and the whole studio looked to be much bigger. The camera zoomed along kids, all smiling, all waving and beaming at the running stream. And for the first time, even a few adults were present in the studio, accompanying their kids or classes. Finally the camera cut from the excited studio audience and to a close up of Katie Thistlton’s head and shoulders. She beamed, but something felt off, she wasn’t as confident and composed as usual, but sounded like she was trying to act it.
“New year, new set. And a few new elements too. But one thing never changes though, annoying adults. And we have a brand new set up to The Gunk Dunk, which I’m – unhappily – showcasing for you. Wheel the camera out boys, go on.”
The camera zoomed out from Katie – who was wearing a summery white dress that came to her knees and black tights – as the audience began to laugh and cheer at the sight before them. The trouble was, she was sitting right above the revamped Gunk Dunk; a sight that many would be pleased to see, and falsely thinking comeuppance was nigh. Both ramps sat at an angle above the gunge and it was clear that the chairs and footrests had been made much smaller, as the one under Katie could barely be seen. Comically, she looked too big for it and so would many of the adults on the show by the looks of things. One nylon foot was placed on the small footrest with her toes curled around, and her other leg was dangling over the tank, leaving it open for the adults to sit how they liked – however awkwardly. Both chairs had been tilted on their ramps by a few degrees, meaning Katie herself was listing toward the stuff below her, but the fabric on the seat kept her firmly upon it. Undoubtedly this was to give the adults a ‘wonderful’ view of the tank, and make them truly feel like they were on the edge of the seats – something that Katie was well aware of. The bottom of the ramps curved off, and with the dunking mechanism, this would surely mean for more forceful crash and splash into the gunge.
The podiums for the kids had changed too, they hung out slightly over the gunge as though on a little shelf and simply featured a low hand rail complete with a small buzzer and one large red button embedded into it. This meant the kids would have a much better time viewing, as well as the adults seeing the excitement of the victorious child more clearly. Below both podiums was a sort of cannon come water gun looking thing, to be controlled by the kids to chuck out goo at the victim. Katies podium in the middle was all glass and modern looking with a graphic on a screen facing the audience. And up above were the various spigots, some even laid above the ramps, following them up. One large one was right atop the gunge and was not just for show, according to Katie who shuffled awkwardly on her tiny chair. Finally, tiny little spigots pointing inward were atop the wall that circled the tank, not active right now but one could imagine a sprinkler effect by the looks of it. The camera focused fully back to the host, a perfect shot capturing her on screen; white dress tucked under her bum, nylon clad legs on full display and Katie herself looking – some would argue deservingly – apprehensive. Placing her hands on her knees, tilted awkwardly toward the gunge, she finally wrapped up.
“But, all of this is nothing without that stuff; that gunge which has not been cleaned out since….well I don’t know if it’s ever been fully cleaned out. Welcome, to The NEW Get Your Own Back! Oh my, right get me down NOW!”
The camera rose and zoomed out once more as Katie pinched her nose whilst making her demands, being wound up away from the tank. It was much larger than previous iterations, but keeping the circular fashion. In the past, the Gunk Dunk featured gunge and that was that. But this new series, the producers were trying something a bit new. The gunge sat in the tank as normal, but it was now topped with a thick layer of what seemed to be yellowing whipped cream – like a hundred pies covering the goo below. Of course there were one or two areas that didn’t have cream layered on top, and through this the gunge showed to be a sickly looking dirty green and dirty yellow. A giant message was written in the cream in black goo:
“Mucky and yucky, top and bottom!”
And to emphasise this, the camera panned down to the wall of the tank which, much like Katie’s podium, appeared to be made out of glass. It gave a view for the first time ever, of the gunge below the surface. It was deeper now too, meaning kids would be able to see both the top, but also through the see through wall of the set. Maybe this was to see gooey hands through the glass? Maybe it was so the adults would glance and see it in all it’s nastiness throughout the show? But more than likely, it was probably to show that the gunge truly was an awful place for an adult to wind up, and that it wasn’t just the surface that looked uninviting. And there, sitting beyond the glass was the green and yellow gunk. It was stacked in layers on top of each other in the deep tank, but of course were blending into dank colours that no one could quite decide on. Even one or two globs of cream were stuck on the glass in middle of the swill. It just showed that despite it’s new hat, the Gunk Dunk was as uninviting and messy as it ever was. And finally, the new titles flared up:
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Series 4: Episode 5
The moving image of Katie Thistleton smiling next to her brand new logo faded away, and out walked the host onto the top of her glass podium at the Gunk Dunk, looking as beautiful as ever for the cameras in her summery dress. This was the Katie everyone knew; confident, happy, outgoing and ready to oversee the craziness that was the show. She began to talk, walking down the glowing steps at the side of the tank.
“So there you have it! A redesigned pit of doom, full viewing of the gruesome grownup in the gunge via these lovely see through walls, and a lovely looking gunge in the tank for this brand new show. Yuck…”
Getting to the studio floor, she dabbed a finger into the cream and instantly tried to flick it away before clasping her hands together.
“But don’t worry, the show you all know and love hasn’t changed too much! Whether you’re watching in the audience now, at home on TV or for the first time ever, through the CBBC app or on our YouTube channel, rest assured the aim is the same: gunging a thoroughly deserving adult in this gunge behind me, and trust me, it ain’t nice! Hahahaaa!”
The audience also laughed along with Katie who held out her arms.
“But for that we need teams, so please welcome our two wonderful contestants! For the yellows is Jacob, who is 11 years old! And, also 11 years old, for the blues we have Carla!”
Both kids walked in; Jacob stopped next to Katie looking really happy to be in the building. Carla seemed, oddly, more reserved. It wasn’t as though she was nervous, but more like she was focused. Both shook hands with Katie and stood to her sides, but it was to Jacob that Katie turned first.
Yellow Team
“Hello Jacob, welcome to the show! I believe you sent me in a letter a while back all about a particularly annoying person in your life, well I have it just here…here we go!”
A VT showed as narration from Jacob rang out. It showed first of all, a pair of heavy looking boots and followed up the persons legs to show black jeans. It then focused on tapping fingers with nails painted black, with fishnet black gloves on the hands and a manner of bracelets and bands worn on the wrist.
Dear Katie, you’ve got to help me get my own back on my step-sister Kat!
It showed Kat lying back on the coach, dark makeup and dark hair – in fact she was wearing nothing but black all over, with a couple of piercings in her ears and one in her nose. Jacob goes into the next room, and Kat is sat at the table looking grumpy and pulling a ‘Ugh.’ sort of face at him.
She’s always so mean and so grumpy, she never laughs and when she walks in the room you can just feel yourself being brought down by her! She dresses all in black ALL THE TIME and the only thing darker than her clothes is her mood!
It cuts to Jacob sitting down in his living room again, and then all around him special effects show storm clouds and raining as his older step-sister sits next to him. She fluffs her long black hair and sits down, slowly turning her head to look at him, a grumpy sort of expression etched on her face.
Please help me give Kat a makeover by showing her that there are more colours than just black and give her something to really sulk about by dunking her in the gunk!
As the camera pans from Jacob to Kat, the older girl simply turns her head slowly back to the camera after glaring at him almost menacingly. She then screws her face up ever so slightly, looking fully like a moody goth who thinks the whole thing is nonsense. It then cuts back to the much brighter Katie in the studio.
“Simple. Valid. Straight to the point – love it. Come on, out you come grump.”
Booing and hissing ensued, as it usually did, as the 22 year old Kat walked out into the studio. She was around 175cm tall, and quite slim with a small chest; she looked like she could tackle an obstacle course or two during the show. She was also pale, as evident by the fact that she’d chosen to wear shorts to go with her NGYOB top, her legs smooth but not having caught an awful lot of sun. Her straight black hair bobbed along as she marched toward Katie, the disgruntled look on her face straight from the video etched across her features. She had been allowed to leave her piercings in which, with her dark makeup on her lips and eyes, was clear that she truly did seem to love the colour black and playing a moody woman. In reality, she wasn’t totally like a teenage goth or emo all of the time, but simply wanted to give that aura off for today’s show. She’d chosen to wear shorts to show plenty of leg to give off the vibe that she wasn’t best pleased about it. She came to a stop next to her young adversary and folded her arms, looking unfazed by all the booing. In all honestly, she seemed already fed up and disgruntled to be in the studio.
“Come on Kat, give us a smile. Give us a smile Kat, come on, pleeeeease?”
Kat looked round at Katie and almost seemed to grunt, answering in a neutral yet short tone.
“Not much to smile about here is there, so no.”
A bit of a sassy ‘Oooooooh!’ sounded out from the audience as Katie laughed and spoke to Jacob.
“Blimey, she brings the mood down a bit doesn’t she?”
“She does. Every, single, day. But today she’ll be brought down…down and right into the slime I hope.”
Cheering went up at this as Kat stood there and pulled a sarcastic face at her step-brother, then once again looked away, glaring at some of the audience as they roared approval for her potential gooey comeuppance. Katie meanwhile, turned her attention to Carla.
Blue Team
“Right well Carla, your turn. You also sent in a letter, wishing to drag someone here to face justice so let’s take a look!”
Dear Katie, I want to get my own back on my loud and inappropriate cousin Danielle (or Elle, as she prefers to be known) for several reasons.
Carla’s narration followed the VT. It was quick, and exasperated.
Whenever there is a family occasion Elle seems to make it her number one mission to embarrass me by telling stories. One time she saw a picture of me with a boy I liked on social media and decided to announce that I had a boyfriend in front of all my relatives at the dinner table. It was dreadful and not true!
Carla and Elle were both sat at a table, along with multiple other relatives, all chatting and talking. Elle leaned forward slightly, blonde and done up for the occasion with a slim yet smart black dress, mouthing the aforementioned subject to the horror of Carla right next to her.
Secondly, Elle is one of the noisiest people I know. She has recently finished university and works part time as a barmaid and aerobics instructor both of which require her to raise her voice, but she’s even loud at home. If we’re watching TV together she will shout out the lyrics to songs and the answers to questions on quiz shows to show off. I even get a running commentary at the cinema if we go to see a film – it’s non-stop!
It shows Elle, once again sat with Carla, in the cinema, whilst she’s talking away. Then on the couch whilst she is still talking, and then finally on a bus…STILL talking. All the while Carla shaking her and holding her head.
Last but no means least, she has the worst fashion sense. There are numerous photos of her on fancy dress night outs at uni wearing neon colours and loads of makeup. She also loves showing off the outfits in front of family who all think they look terrible. Her favourite is a horrendous bright pink umbrella which she takes everywhere in case it rains to stop her hair getting wet.
Photo after photo of Elle and her equally as loud fashion sense is put on a table by Carla. It then cuts to a shot of Carla, with Elle walking up behind her with the infamous pink umbrella, trying to get it open.
It’s about time my cousin ended up in something bright and colourful that she won’t like wearing! Pleaseeee give me a break by sending her for a plop in your smelly slop. Dunk her Katie!!!
The brolly snaps open, as Elle gasps at the camera and then pulls classic puppy eyes to her young cousin, who folds her arms and rests her case. Back to Katie and the host ticks off the crimes on her fingers.
“So she’s an embarrassing gossiper, is overly loud and never buttons it and she’s got a hideous taste in…rain protection? Blimey, sounds like a big bad sister. Cousins should be lovely. Right, in you trot!”
Katie beckons and into the studio walks the 23 year old Danielle to the usual jeers and moaning of the audience. She was slightly shorter than Kat, despite being a year or so older, and had an average sized figure. She kept in shape, but had a little bit of curviness around her rear and a large bust that was quite clear to make out in her tight blue top. Unlike Kat, she’d chosen to wear leggings which actually stopped just below her knees. The lower legs on display were smooth and soft looking, in great shape as evident by the figure hugging leggings. She had dark blonde hair which came to just about her shoulders, loose and ever so slightly curled at the ends with a tiny bit of fringe. Elle hadn’t gone crazy on makeup, a bit of foundation and eyeliner but her round face certainly looked pretty. Something that wasn’t pretty was the sorry face she was pulling. As she walked in she looked at no-one other than her young cousin, puppy dog eyes once again being flashed. She came to a stop, and seemed to be muttering apologies to Carla under the noise of the judgemental audience.
“Alright you lot, alright. Hush, hush. RIGHT, Danielle – shall I call you Elle – Elle. How do you explain yourself, I mean, those are some pretty serious crimes there?”
Elle stopped quietly pleading with her cousin and looked to Katie, shaking her head whilst her eyebrows wrinkled a little bit to the worried expression on her face. She let out a partial nervous giggle and spoke, her voice having a tinge of a Welsh accent. It was almost like she was trying to sound non to fussed like Kat.
“I – I think she’s being a little silly personally. I mean, the stories are just natural at dinner tables and gatherings. It’s also not my fault that my jobs require me to have a loud voice, which by the way I don’t think I use an awful lot at all.”
“And your fashion sense?”
“Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. Maybe she’s…envious?”
Katie chuckled at this, then looked to Carla.
“Fair point. Is it actually a case of you secretly liking your cousins style?”
Carla put her hands on her hips.
“NO. It’s horrible! But one style she will definitely suit is being plastered in cold. Sticky. GUNK.”
She said the last three words with emphasis, leaning toward Elle with each one, to which Elle once more, gave puppy dog eyes and shook her head a tad. Katie laughed and quietened down the cheering audience once more, rubbing her hands together.
“Alrighty then everyone; I’ll tell anyone who’s been living under a rock, how today’s show works. We have some great games today, partly to make sure these two look daft on camera. Is there a point to them? Yes and no, but either way it’s a load of fun…oh and messy.”
Some clapping and one or two cheers sounded out at this. Kat glared in the direction of the claps, and Elle looked around, sighing quietly to herself.
“BUT, not as messy as The Gunk Dunk. The games are fun and silly, but the Gunk Dunk is serious and horrid. Oh yes, as usual the best – or should that be worst? – is saved until the very end where we will have these two-“
She prodded both women in the shoulders, prompting both to look at her with annoyance.
“…sat right above the gunge. The seats are tiny and awkward to sit on, the dunking mechanism is better than ever, with the tank being even deeper meaning that they will definitely land with a splash and totally go under! And of course, the gunk is a rancid colour, freezing, got a bit of a pong, the cream is thick and clumpy layering the top, tonnes of spouts with all manner of goo ready to take aim, and best of all we will all have a completely free looking view of it top and bottom. The whole thing is just…atrocious.”
Quick close ups of each of the features were shown, the show definitely wanting to welcome in the newly designed set and goo. It cut with clips of Kat looking strangely distant, and Elle biting her lip and worrying.
“Oh and our audience here today will actually have a bit of a hand in it…BUT that’s all later. Time to play the first game! HAHA!”
Katie had put her arms around the women for the last sentence, and pushed them out of shot as she threw her arms up to laugh into the heavens.
– Round 1: Royal Flush –
In swung the camera to a familiar site; two sets of large inflatable stairs wobbled in the centre of the studio and atop them, two thrones. In the two thrones sat the adults; Kat was holding her bucket in between her legs looking fed up in her crown, and fiddled with her hair that she had decided to wear in a ponytail for the games. Elle was on the other throne shuffling about a little bit, trying to sort her own crown, looking ready to lower her chances of being mucked up.
“First game, and a well loved classic. A simple one too!”
The camera wheeled out to show Katie stood with her two small friends, both wearing safety pads and helmets. Jacob was looking around, and spotted a couple of friends, giving them a couple of thumbs up. Carla was also smiling, more to the whole audience and at the thought of Elle sitting under a small vat of goo.
“Fairly easy this one and I’m sure you know how it works. A load of golden nuggets are laid out on the stairs of both queen Kat and queen Elle. The kids need to run up their respective stairs, grabbing the golden nuggets and watching out for the cups of gunge flying at them. They deposit the nuggets down here in these little pits. 10 points for each nugget and the child with all 6 of them in the pit first will give their sleazy grown-up a right Royal Flush!”
Behind the host and kids, Kat scowled for a moment and chucked a cup of yellow goo toward them early whilst Elle smirked and did the same, but taking a tentative look above her.
“Well, they seem ready. Are we? 3, 2, 1, GOOOO!”
Katie ran out as the kids ran in fiercely. Both had been rearing to go since putting on the gear, and quickly charged up their sets of stairs as the game began. Likewise, gunge was already falling down from the tops of the steps. Kat was throwing yellow goo as fast as she could and in all directions. Jacob slipped once or twice from the start as Kat ferociously attacked, but managed to grab his first nugget. Carla had also managed to get a hold of the first golden nugget, getting right to the top and taking some blue goo to the chest from her cousin. Elle, despite being not so sure in the intro, was enjoying the opportunity to chuck some muck at Carla.
“A fantastic messy one to start us off today, probably the best known game this show has produced. Has it got any older? Not a chance! Both kids are doing so well already, aren’t they? Jacob has just put the second nugget in, and so has Carla just behind him. Neck and neck, thats how we love it here on NGYOB. Here comes Jacob up the steps, Carla there too, both taking a bit of gunk there from out adults! They’re enjoying this game a bit too much actually…”
A brand new camera showed a great view of the event, both adults wobbling slowly whilst spilling the thin gunge down the stairs as fast as they could. From this angle, it could be clearly shown how well the kids were doing, as the cam bore down on them over the shoulders of the queens. A cut to Carla being followed up the stairs by a different camera showed her depositing her third nugget now, Elle smiling in the background having way too much fun. Jacob now threw in his third as well, and then it showed a close angle from below Kat’s throne as she chucked cup after cup, almost sneering as she did so. Both kids were still pretty level; it was obvious that both had come with pure determination to give their adult their just desserts at the end, but with this game offering a good flushing from above, both were racing as fast as possible to muck them up early.
“Oopsy daisy! Jacob takes a bit of a fall there…oh he’s dropped his nugget on the next step up somehow! How on earth has he done that? Right then, Carla puts her fourth one in now, bit of slime splashing down from her cousin there. Another new angle here, right at the feet of the queens, which should show us a great close gunging shortly. But who is it going to be? Well done to Jacob, he’s pulled it back and is toe to toe again with Carla – OIII! Bit of gunge catching his head there, not nice I’m sure!
In no time at all, the fourth nuggets were in the pits. As Katie said, both kids were neck and neck once more for those final couple of points. The shot then focused on the base of Kat’s throne, the goth girl running low now on yellow goo. She chucked the last few drops and then leaned back a little bit, awaiting the outcome and crossing one leg over the other. She folded her arms, huffed loudly and gave a shrug, then opted instead to glare at the audience and host. Elle was still throwing plenty of her goo down toward Carla, who was coming up for the 5th nugget as well as Jacob was. The loud cousin was laughing now, starting to like the idea of Carla not enjoying getting messy and potentially at a disadvantage. She sat forward and lifted her bucket ready to go all out…
“Alright and…IN goes nugget 5 for both kids. There is Elle, blimey she looks a bit mean spirited there eh? I mean so does Kat, but I don’t think she cares about how she’s viewed and – OHHHH! Look at that, our brand new stair shot caught that perfectly, oh no! Elle has chucked the rest of her bucket out and poor Carla has slipped on the first step! Not totally unfair I suppose, but look now, Jacob’s got his final nugget there! Down the steps…and into the pit! Woohoo! Let’s see the vat splat on Kat!”
A klaxon rang out, lights flashed, and then a woman’s gasp sounded out too. Kat had still been watching the audience, not paying attention fully to how the kids were doing so that she could act up her persona as grumpy and gloomy. So because of this, she failed to see Jacob pit his last nugget activating the mechanism above her. To the cheer of everyone around, a sludge sound rang out and a downpour of bright yellow dropped into the crossed lap of the moody step-sister. The camera cut to the one just below the throne, perfectly capturing the cascade of goo fall from the vat above and also capturing Kat’s darkly styled eyes suddenly go wide. It splashed right over her pale legs, spattered immediatley into her trainers and she even caught a bit on her stomach too. In genuine shock, she let out an almost horrified yelp and instantly snapped up from slouching back in her seat to properly sitting forward – right into the deluge of yellow. It suddenly burst out in a dome over her head, the force of the torrent and her movement instantly knocking the crown flying from her head and down the stairs. Her legs spread eagled for a moment as she held her arms, and face even, into the flow. It domed out once more and finally began to thin out as she opened her mouth and dribbled out a load of the yellow muck. With her eyes scrunched up, she brought her hands to them and clawed the goop away as she began to bear her teeth at the sound of Katie running in clapping. The audience too were clapping, and still cheering at the big bad sis getting a gooey yellow shower.
“OHHHH! For a woman who loves wearing black, you sure do suit bright yellow! Awwww! All summery and lovely! HAHA!”
Blinking, Kat looked down to Katie and sneered, shaking her head. Her hair was the worst affected, dripping and looking like it had been glazed as the slime shone a little bit against the studio lights. Her lap was cold suddenly; the gunge had taken no time to soak through her shorts and around her most intimate of parts. She could even feel one or two drops inside her t-shirt on her breasts and she could feel squelching under her damp bottom in her seat.
“Right then. Wow, so, Jacob well done for getting all 6 nuggets there. You’ve got 60 points!”
Jacob cheered happily and looked behind him to the slimy goth, laughing quietly and nodding back to Katie. Kat behind simply flicked some gunge from her fingers and grimaced unhappily to him.
“Carla, you did well too though, only 5 nuggets in the pit but thats a well earned 50 points, well done hun! Ohhh boy, wow. That was a great game…mind you it always is! Brightened your day a bit Kat, hm?”
The sister simply spat out a tiny bit of yellow goo and leaned back with a squelch into her chair, which she instantly regretted as her bum felt damp again. It made her feel a little conscious suddenly, all the happy eyes looking up at her in this state. But sighed, she felt butterflies in her stomach – almost excitedly nervous in many ways, about the rest of the show.
– Round 2: Head To Head –
The cheering of the audience continued through the title card until it slid off, revealing Katie and the two adults stood right in front of the brand new Gunk Dunk set. Kat was actually leaning up against the wall with her arms folded, looking almost bored at this point. Elle was stood with her ankles crossed and arms clasped together, almost as though she herself were hosting. Katie stood happily between both of them, chattering away.
“…And then when I came to it it had all of this, cream stuff or something all on top. I don’t know. OH! Whoops, didn’t realise the cameras were rolling again. I was just giving some thorough, detail of the wonderfully horrible vat behind me to these two.”
Katie then looked in between them both and giggled to herself about it as she looked at Elle on her left.
“What do you think to the smell, Elle?”
The blonde girl swayed for a moment on the spot and shrugged, raising her eyebrows and not quite knowing how to answer. At this Katie chuckled again and looked to Kat.
“And how about you miss moody, does it look any nicer to touch than that yellow slime from earlier?”
Kat looked at Katie slowly and sneered, giving a little sassy shrug at the host.
“How would I know how this stuff feels?”
Katie stifled a laugh and looked at the camera, nodding her head to the side at Kat.
“Just asking…blimey, lighten up! Come on you two, onto the next round – adults only for this one!”
Some snickering all around hinted that the audience felt the same, as Katie walked forward and beckoned the accused to follow. As they did, they walked in between two oddly out of place objects: oversized toilet bowls. Both were big enough to be stepped in, and above them sat two large cisterns which were supported from the ceiling so as to stay upright. In the bowls, were two toilet brushes to complete the weird set up. The ladies had mixed reactions; Kat was staring at it curiously, for once not looking too moody. Elle was also looking the one next to her up and down, but quickly putting two and two together. Almost on cue to this, Katie rubbed her hands together and spoke up.
“Right ladies, step into one each please. Go on. Thank you!”
Katie walked forward a bit more whilst talking to the camera that was dollying backward along with her. In the background, Elle bent down to put her hands on the basin, and step gingerly into the white toilet. She put her hands on her sides, then a moment later tried – and failed – to pick up the loo brush. Kat simply took one large step in, and was almost smiling, probably because it seemed outrageous and daft, but probably fun in a strange way for her.
“This head to head is slightly different from how we’ve done it before. Usually I’m but a watcher, a commentator, a gunger, in many ways too of course. However this time, I’m taking a direct involvement in the game. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to be bias or fix anything. No no, the audience though, they’re going to scream and shout and help me. They’re the biased lot!”
On cue, again the audience yelled out and cheered loudly. Katie looked back to the camera, coming to a stop next to a basket filled with what looked to be blue water balloons. Picking one up she explained further.
“We’re going to mix this round up with a bit of the old Goo Who. The ladies are going to quickly say a short sentence each, a sort of plea as to why they shouldn’t go in the gunge. And then the audience will boo and shout after each plea. Whoever’s plea gained the more booing, I will throw a water balloon into their basin – which at a risk they may bat away with their loo brushes. Sure, it’ll stop the balloon going in but they will get some splashback of course. I’ll continue chucking the balloons in that ladies basin UNTIL the booing is louder for the other lady, at which point I’ll switch and chuck balloons into that ladies basin. Make sense?”
Most of the audience seemed to gather the concept, whilst the two women looked around them. Kat was whipping her brush like a sort of sword as she frowned at the audience and host, whilst Elle was twirling hers, looking like she was trying to figure out how the game worked.
“Now this was the deal for me doing this, so that I’m not fixing anything. I don’t how long the game lasts, I don’t know how many balloons need to go in those bowls….and I don’t really know much about the set up to what happens at the end of the game. I’m pretty much in the dark – all I know is I need to throw balloons, based on who is out of favour with the audience and that each balloon in the bowl is 10 points added to the score of the team that the adult is a part of! Honestly, let me say again, no idea on the minimum of balloons or how long it lasts. I’m excited to see how this game works so, Kat you go first, why should you not be gunged?”
Kat stopped whipping her brush around and looked at Katie. She then squinted her eyes at the host and snorted, cocking her head as she spoke in a low tone.
“I don’t talk too much unlike you, seeing as I keep to myself. So I don’t really annoy Jacob as much as I could do with my apparent mood swings.”
Katie looked around and the audience booed. It was a little loud but not too much, it seemed a few did agree. Katie then smiled and looked at the blonde cousin parallel to Kat.
“Elle?”
“I do always pay for the movies I take Carla to?”
Katie looked around and the audience booed once more, but this time it wasn’t as loud for Elle as it was for Kat. Katie shrugged and chucked a balloon over toward the toilet that the grumpy goth was stood in. It bounced off of her bust and fell into the tank. Kat looked up with a scowl at Katie and then shook her head threateningly, this time batting away the next balloon, which burst spilling water all over her top. She then growled as she felt the wetness of her top.
“I shouldn’t be gunged because that was an awesome block!”
Katie continued to throw, the third balloon also bursting over Kat. It dampened her top again as the booing sounded out, pretty similar in terms of volume to how it had been for Elle, who now retorted back.
“I shouldn’t go in because…well, I’m fun?”
This time, the booing was much louder toward Elle. It seemed that the cockiness behind the soft Welsh accent failed to go unnoticed. Suddenly, a balloon fell into the bowl at her feet. And a second, but the third hit her tummy as she gasped. Kat meanwhile continued on.
“Jacob did once need my help with homework…and I helped him, I’m not a monster. Just, smiling and being happy ain’t my thing. So that’s a little nice, surely?”
The booing once again sounded out, not too loud for Kat again as Katie continued to throw balls toward Elle. A couple had missed, but a third now landed in as Elle struggled to hit away any, and also struggled to retort back in the randomness and pace of events…something which at heart, the game had been designed to do – create chaos.
“Uh…Oh! Uhh, I should stay clean because, I’m really sorry for how I’ve been but I don’t think that I’ve been that…”
Another balloon landed in the bowl, chucked by a laughing Katie. Elle’s sentence trailed off as the audience booed louder suddenly for Elle, making her sure that the latest plea didn’t sound convincing. This of course meant the balloons kept on coming, and she kept on missing as they flew at her. One did burst over her leg, causing her leggings to suddenly darken and soak. Kat spoke up as she smiled for the first time in a while on the show.
“I should stay clean because it’s funny to see Danielle in such a scenario. Surely, that is more fun than me going in the slop?”
Booing for Kat was once again, much quieter than it had been a moment ago for Elle, who was now really worried with the fact that 5 balloons had landed in her bowl, and that the audience –
“BOOOP!”
A quick sound rang out loudly, and Elle had vanished with a yelp. Within milliseconds of the signal, thin blue water had burst up from underneath the pretty yet flustered blonde. It rained out and flew up from between her feet. Suddenly, Elle embarrassingly the force and quantity of the shower from below shot straight up her legs and backside. Moments after this, from the cistern above the spectacle, dropped slightly thicker blue. This being slime rather than water, Elle’s reaction was wide open with a gasp before it covered her entire head and shoulders. A double effect of blue bursting up, blue doming out, performed in the spot where the vain cousin had been. Kat was smirking, but almost seemed to be trying to hide the fact she was pleased to either have won, or to see Elle disappear in a double showering of mess. Either way, she held her hand out for some of the stuff to spatter her arm, curious as to how it felt. Katie meanwhile had covered her mouth in a praying motion; she’d really had been in the dark about the ending of the game, but this was more than she’d expected. A few moments had passed since it had started, but now it began to die down. The blue water from below had stopped and the blue thin slime from above reduced to a spluttering spatter. In the oversized bowl sat Elle, head to toe covered in blue, having slipped during the pouring. She was slouched with her arms resting on the side, her eyes closed and mouth half hanging open. The outgoing cousin was simply too astounded to react, just slumped covered in dripping blue. Her hair was wet, and chin dripped with small globs of slime as well. Worse than this though, the stuff had collected in the bowl along with burst water balloons meaning that she was sat damply in the shallow remains with her gym leggings offering no protection, soaked through and through. The audience had gone from booing to cheering now as Katie happily spoke.
“I – I don’t – … Well, woah. I had no idea that it was going to be so brutal. I had an idea of some gunge from above but, wow. Showered with water and slime, top and bottom? Amazing. Awww, it’s OK Elle, just some cleaning chemicals I’m sure! Hahaaaa!”
The girl finally brought a hand to her mouth to wipe her lips, but was still stunned as she sat there. Her bottom was feeling cold, leggings incredibly soggy and her beautiful blonde hair waterlogged. Not to mention how slimy she felt, sitting in a large mock up toilet bowl. Below all the blue, she was beginning to go red. But at least it was only water and thin slime, she could cope with that…it still didn’t mean she had to like it though as she quietly moaned, feeling the mixture in between her legs now.
“So, 5 of those balloons I threw ended up in the bowl there. So that now adds 50 points for Carla and the blues!”
Some cheering went up, but none from Kat who sat on the edge of her bowl now and folded her arms as Katie continued. She looked away, sighing very quietly under her breath, and then looked back over at the gooey girl a few feet away.
“OK, at the end of that round the yellows are still on 60, but the blues measure out to 100 points! And I can tell you, after that, Elle must be feeling a little blue herself. She certainly looks it eh?”
The audience laughed at Katies quip, Kat rolled her eyes at the host for a terrible joke, and a soggy, sorry looking Elle gave a quick huff as she finally wiped her eyes. They were puppy dog again, and mouth was quivering as she looked down at the state herself, and her predicament in the large waste unit. Looking anywhere but Katie, she spotted the Gunk Dunk behind her, taking in it’s multiple layers on display through the glass and some drops of cream hanging over the side of it too. This was a quick spray of goo and water, but the vat behind her was hungering for a victim; deep and messy with no chance of escape for either her, or the goth next to her.
– Round 3: Pie Pie Party! –
The camera came to rest on the view before it; Katie stood in between both adults, and the kids far out at the sides behind them. In an effort to make adults look as ridiculous as ever, both women were wearing daft looking costumes. They appeared to be dressed up in French maid outfits, however there was nothing romantic or adult-themed about them. For one, the black dresses were huge and two, they seemed to be stuffed with padding to make both women look much larger in weight than they actually were.
“Alright then, last game here today and this could be a bit of a crazy one. As you can see I have these two nasty maids stood next to me ready to do a bit of cleaning. Cleaning, on NGYOB? Sounds a bit funny doesn’t it. Well if you just look behind us…”
Katie and both women turned. Behind them were 6 tables, three for each adult. They were perfectly ordinary tables at that, in fact the course to everyone looked rather tame by the shows standards. Or at least until they spotted the kids, both next to a long table each. And upon the table were lots of cream pies. All of the pies were deep filled by the looks of it, sitting patiently in their tins as the kids next to them eyed them up with huge grins.
“Now those tables behind me are clean right now, but both kids have to launch their pies at the tables and try to make them messy, as our two large maids here try to clean them up with just their hands!”
Katie happily looked from Kat to Elle with a smug expression. Kat turned around, and fiddled with the little maids hat that she was wearing atop her pinned back hair. As usual, she looked disinterested and crossed her padded arms. Danielle was frowning this time, more than anything about her outfit which was hard to move in. Of course this was the idea as Katie continued.
“Now land a pie on a table, that’s 10 points. But, if you manage to hit your adult with a pie, you get double that. So hit them, and you get 20 points. BUT, it has to be a good hit. And I mean a good’un, one in their ugly mugs! HAHA!”
Katie pointed at each ladies face in a closeup, the goth looking for the first time in a while gobsmacked, and the diva pulling a pained expression.
“Right well if we’re all ready – 54321 GOOOOOOO!”
Katie rushed out her line suddenly, and then rushed out of shot for chaos to ensue right away. Both adults for a moment stood in their oversized maids outfits, until turning around to see a barrage of pies flying through the air already. Jacob had already managed to hit two tables, cream and custard flying off and onto the floor from the two hits. Kat began to hobble awkwardly forward toward the first table and wipe. Her hands quickly got sticky as she did, growling under her breath. Elle took a moment and then followed, also waddling oddly in her costume. She’d not imagined wearing a French maids outfit in these circumstances, and felt sorry for herself and her daft situation as she too wiped some cream and strawberry jam away. Over the next few moments, both kids threw another round of pies. Carla this time missed with both, but Jacob managed to hit one of the tables with an expertly thrown one.
“This is a great game here I think, just simply thought up for being pure madness. Pies everywhere, two daft looking people in silly costumes, and plenty of points on offer. The kids can get a load here as they have three tables to hit, but of course they can get some bonus points for pies in faces! But…right now they seem to be going for the tables. You know, theres no actual point to those two ladies being out there come to think of it….”
Katie trailed off with an evil giggle as pies and bedlam continued. Jacob was now missing a few, and Carla had managed a hit on a table. But as her cousin cleaned it, she saw an opportunity. She threw hard toward the blonde Welsh girl – but missed it’s main target. Elle however did gasp, turning around as some pie dripped from her back. But her shocked face was clean as a whistle, so no bonus points this time. Jacob threw another custard pie and hit another table now, his hits piling up well. Kat quickly huddled over the table and wiped it, intending to block the shot. Happy with herself for throwing him off for a moment, Kat gave a rare grin toward –
SPLUTTTT!
Jacob laughed and picked up another pie, his moody step-sister having made it all too easy for him. She may have blocked the table momentarily, but Jacob had then snapped up the opportunity and launched a cream covered chocolate pie which satisfyingly connected with Kats features. It blubbed out past her cheeks, down her chin and neck as he threw his next at the table to the left to gain another 10 points. Whilst he did this, Kat stood upright, the tin falling away to show her actually gasping at the hit.
“OH! Right in her face, a bit silly to hand him the bonus there!”
As Kat stood up to wipe her eyes, Elle behind her was doing good at dodging shots. Her black dress was now speckled in white and yellow, but she hadn’t received a hit to the face like her rival. Off of all the tables, leftovers of the pies were puddling up; lots of cream, custard, jam, chocolate all piling into heaps, none more so than in between the two middle tables. Elle suddenly slipped a little and managed to stop herself on a table in front of her. Unluckily for Carla who had just aimed at it, the pie hit and deflected off of her cousin. She did manage to hit the middle table though again with her next throw.
“Blimey, I’ll be looking at the replay after this as so many pies have hit their mark, but it’s nearly time for countdown! Who’s going to snag the advantage for the Gunk Dunk!?”
Kat, who had cleared her face a bit from cream, was now somehow managing to bat some of the pies and deflect them as Jacob threw them. Elle was just struggling now to stay upright, gripping another table for support again. Jacob was frustrated at his last three misses but…then – he calculated, and launched the sticky cream topped strawberry pie and –
SPLATTTT!
Into the goths already messy face went the pie, this time even more audible. The tin squelched thickly into her features and cream dribbled out from underneath it. Stumbling for a second, Kat slipped on a puddle of pie filling underfoot and flew backward – as did the tin, revealing her completely plastered face with blobs of red jam on. Luckily, her outfit was so padded that it acted as a cushioning for her fall onto her backside into some leftovers on the floor. She’d ended up right under one of the blue teams tables which wobbled due to her landing, and as the klaxon went off, a sticky mound of cream and filling fell in one large globule into the goths face. Cream splatted her forehead and hair, whilst some thick dollops of custard splattered over her nose and face, causing the 22 year old to open her mouth and gasp.
“STOP, STOP! HOLD UP. Right now, OI – OH!”
“Ohh…unlucky Kat and oh!”
Elle, clumsy in her overlarge costume, finally slipped up on her backside and landed with a splat in the puddle across from Kat. The crowd was in bits at this, and at another dollop of jam above Kat that fell right onto her face, and into her open mouth as well due to the vibration of Elle’s slapstick fall.
“Blimey everyone just take a time out! This game has been all over the place! Right well Carla, you first. You hit a load of tables then, 5 times perfectly according to the quick replays we’ve seen. 50 points!”
Carla cheered, happy more for seeing her cousin make a fool out of herself than the score, knowing it could all change in the finale.
“And Jacob, you did very well. 6 hits on tables, and two of course right into your step-sisters mug! She does look brightened up eh?”
“You better shut –“
“100 POINTS!”
Katie happily cut off the fuming girl, the crowd drowning out the rest of Kat’s sentence. She sat up on her back and looked at Elle, who was sitting, trying to wipe bits of pie off from her outfit. Both women looked worn out and battle scarred, but knowing that this was peanuts compared to what was on it’s way.
“SO. This is what those final scores look like today. The blues end up on 150 points but going into the finale, the yellows have just pipped them with 160!”
Cheering went up, from both kids and Katie herself. The two adults though let themselves sulk on the floor as they thought about the final round. The camera panned all over then was swiped over with the NGYOB logo.
1 Hour Later
In swung the camera around the audience. Gone had any signs of a course, or inflatables, or pies on the floor. All that was in the middle now was the audience, dozens of jittery kids all looking forward to what was about to take place. Katie was in the middle of them, and happily clasped her hands together.
“What a show. It’s been mad, crazy and messy. And a little embarrassing for two awful grownups. BUT, Jacob, Carla, please join me here…”
The two kids walked in, Jacob high-fiving a couple of friends and Carla grinning widely for the cameras. Both stood next to Katie.
“So, a bit wild today. You both got your adults a little messy. But, the gunge in the tank behind isn’t simply like the mess we’ve seen, or sweet like pies, or easy to wash off. Oh now, it’s actually pretty horrid to be honest. Ready to maybe send your adult in?”
Both of them answered in unison with a cheer to match. Katie nodded, looking smug.
“Right well, I wonder are these two ready for it? In you come ladies!”
Kat walked in from the left, and Elle from the right. Both ladies had remarkably cleaned up well. In fact there was zero trace of any of the days antics. Both had their hair, and makeup on point from an hour earlier. Kat came to a stop next to Katie crossing her arms, and frowning at the host. Danielle put her hands behind her back and looked down at the floor.
“You ready Kat?”
The goth looked at Katie and scowled.
“Sure. Whatever.”
“And you Elle?”
The blonde girl answered, her soft Welsh accent sounding remorseful but short.
“No.”
“Well WE ARE. Both of you take off those shoes and socks, right now.”
Both obliged unhappily, Kat bending down and quickly kicking them off, then tugging at her socks to reveal black nail polish on her toes. As well as this she had a tattoo on the top of her left foot of a spiders web, more than likely furthering the image of being a grumpy goth to most watching. Elle crouched down and untied her shoes and pulled them away. She then slipped two delicate feet out from her socks. Her varnish was pink, with no surprise and her toes curled a little on the cold floor.
“Right now, turn around and get back there!”
Both turned around, Kat putting up her hands to untie her hair to let it flow straight, for the first time looking ever so slightly concerned. Elle sighed and continued looking at the ground, putting her hands together in front of her and walking forward alongside Kat. The booing and jeering crowd opened up and allowed a gap right to the awaiting Gunk Dunk. Both ladies walked forward toward it as around them, booing and hissing rose, as though they were pantomime villains.
“Right you two go and follow them!”
The kids walked the same path, but this time to heroic praise as Katie happily spoke right to the camera. As a close up of both the kid, then their adult showed up.
“So who will get their own back in fashion. Will Jacob send his moody step-sister for a chill in the swill? Or will Carla chuck her all around annoying cousin in for swim? Only one way to figure this out, it’s time for THE GUNK DUNK! YESSSSS!”
Katie fist pumped their air and happily spoke to heavens as she spun and then bounded after the teams towards the ominous set.
– THE GUNK DUNK –
To a roar of cheering the camera rose, mossy greens and mustard yellows being the focus of the shot, one or two bits of white speckled on the glass too. It came higher and to the brim of the tank, on level with the sprawling, yellowing cream in the large circle. Through the white were glimmers of the vomit coloured muck below, which in under the studio lights was now revealed to be like congealed soup in consistency. The cream atop the stuff was thick yet fluffy also, but in places blended into the gunge to become more like lumpy milk of sorts. To the sides of the tank a couple of spigots on the rim were shooting weak flows of purple and pink – girlie and gothic – onto the creamy surface at the edge. The vibration on the mixture was slight, the cream wobbling and the faintest of waves managing to break the thickness. The camera swung from the edge, low over the tank, perfectly showing the words:
“Mucky and yucky, top and bottom!”
The glass on the wall of the tank showed the audience just how unpleasant it looked below, and the added extra mess for this new set up of cream drove made them even more excited to see the outcome. It zoomed back in again, and swung upward from the goo to focus on the brand new podium set ups. The cheering continued as this overly long shot focused finally on all of those involved. On the two podiums that hung a little over the tank had both Jacob, and Carla. Jacob was tapping the hand rail, whilst Carla was peaking down at the vat underneath. The shot edged further along the sludgy peat and brought into shot both Kat, and Elle. And finally, in strutted Katie to her glass podium and cheering of all around. It cut to a close up of her grinning happily.
“Hello! Yes, yes, here we are! Welcome to The Gunk Dunk. The new and improved Gunk Dunk I may add! Welcome one and all!”
A camera right at the far side of the tank on the surface was now shown off, a wide shot capturing the mucky surface, and perfectly showing both Kat and Elle. Both were sat on their seats awkwardly, much smaller than previous series. It gave the effect that both were uncomfortable not only due to the sight and smell, but in how they perched on their tiny thrones of shame. Both chairs were listing dangerously forward, giving them a full unpleasant view of the quite smelly tank before them.
“Both sitting comfortably? Mwuahaa!”
Katie laughed maniacally as a close up on each lady was shown. It focused on Danielle first, the blonde Welsh girl was gripping her seat and had her toes curled around the nearly non existent foot rest. She’d shuffled once or twice, letting one leg dangle off for a few minutes before leaning back as much as she could again. Both of her feet showed off her pink nails as they shuffled awkwardly on the little lip, once or twice slipping off due to being a little hot and bothered. Not just her feet were sweating a little bit, but her face was red too, as she eyed up the muck below her. Sitting there, looking worried in her yellow NGYOB top and knee high leggings was a sight to see for Carla, who bit her lip and smiled next to her on the kids podium.
“Oh EW Kat!”
Kat on the other hand was leaning a little forward with her seat. Her bare legs pressed both together for the majority of the opening long shot, she now let one fall loose from the seat and gingerly dipped in the tops of her toes. Clearly wanting to show that this goth wasn’t scared, she brought up her gooey digits and flexed them to try and chuck the goop off again. It fell off her black nails like lumpy porridge and she shuffled on her tiny seat, sticking her tongue out, then looking back to Katie who had her hands on her hips. As Katie spoke, Kat looked gave a worried look toward Jacob – before sneering, obviously having faked her expression to her young step-brother. In truth, butterflies where in her stomach. The touch was…cold, but not freezing, it was more chilled than anything. It felt like some sort of really thick yoghurt, but had a stickiness to it like batter whilst baking. But even Kat had to admit she was now slightly worried – the gunge was a lot worse than she remembered from GYOB of old, and the fact she was listing toward it…it wasn’t like she wouldn’t go under. Elle meanwhile was just plain embarrassed. First off she hated the fact she was on a tiny little chair and could barely shuffle on it, all eyes were on her and friends and co-workers were probably watching at home. Not only that but she thought the pies, let along the morass in front of her, was bad enough. All sticky and messy, and she’d barely been hit with them in the last round. This stuff below was as deep as a pool, an atrocious colour and the look of it on Kat’s foot just hammered it home. Katie continued, looking at the goth.
“God Kat, don’t contaminate it any further. Right, this stuff yeah, is already very smelly without your feet being in there right now. God. In fact you know what, up you go. UP!”
Kat, who had been sneering up until the comment about her feet, suddenly lurched forward dangerously, and had to grip her chair for balance. With a grunt, her eyes wide for a moment to cheering and some giggles, she rose up and away from the gunge below her. She came to a stop on the first notch, and looked at Katie, her eyes narrowing into a scowl at the overly happy presenter. Katie tapped her cards and nodded.
“Hahahaa. That took away your smug little look, eh?”
“Whatever Katie.”
The goth jerked her head, her long hair flicking to the side, as she looked away whilst folding her arms again. Both feet now on the corners of the foot rest, one tapping and one curling around the little lip.
“Ohhhhhhhh, snarky. Right. We’ve wound Kat up one notch due to Jacob doing very well in that last game, and getting more points than Carla. However, this round everything could change. I’m curious, if Kat “isn’t bovvered” then how are you feeling little miss ‘puppy dog eyes innocent’ monster of a cousin?”
Elle, calmly sitting on her seat grimacing down at the gunge looked up at this, and then opened her mouth a little bit in show of the tone and accusation.
“Er…yeah. Fine. I suppose.”
The Welsh accent behind her answer was quivering a little bit to which Katie smiled.
“Really? Hm? Honestly? I don’t know, I mean you embarrass Carla with made up stories so much, but today could be the day she tells the story of embarrassing you in this muck.”
Elle just remained silent, not knowing how to answer and looked at the gunk again.
“Well, at least this probably isn’t the worst fashion sense you’ve worn.”
The girl looked sharply at Katie and frowned, not happy at her unfair belittling. Katie turned to Kat quickly.
“And as for you, your mood today has been atrocious. Grumpy, sarcastic, attitude of a teenager. You’ve been bringing down Jacobs mood so much, but he might be about to bring you down Kat, with a big smelly splat. Eh?”
Kat seemed to get more riled up with each comment, but when Katie finished, she shrugged.
“Yeah but he’s dumb soooo….”
At this some gasps went up, and Jacob half smiled, half looked shocked. Kat looked at him and gave a sassy look. He knew she didn’t mean it, they were quite close. But even so, saying that, it made Jacob nurse the button in front of him more.
“Right…well I can’t really say who deserves this more. But this is what will happen. I will ask a load of questions to our two youngsters, and they must buzz in quick! Now for each one they get right, what do we do everyone?”
‘Crank her up!’
“That is right, as always we will take them up a notch. And when they reach the top, they will soon find themselves hurtling down and toward the rotting slop. Oh yes, and it is deep, and mucky and yucky and very nasty all around. So. Kat, are you ready?”
“Ye -“
“Woteva. Elle, ready?”
“Er -“
“Don’t care. Let’s go, first question!”
Both ladies looked taken aback for a moment and looked down at the gunge in unison, Elle closest and not happy about it. Kat breathed heavy for a moment and winced as she thought about it and being on a head start.
“Here we go. How many years are there between each football world cup: 2, 4 or 6?”
A moment or two passed between the kids as they thought.
BUZZZ!
The blue podium lit up. Interestingly, the whole floor of the podium lit up blue, which illuminated Carla and also shone blue onto her cousin right next to her on the chair. She smiled confidently as she spoke.
“4.”
“Yeap. 4 years between each world cup, oh and also the olympics. Fun fact. Wanna know another fun fact Elle, you have to go up one! What do we do?”
‘Crank her up!’
And so up went the blonde. She quickly held her seat like Kat had done, and as she rolled upward, put her little feet together. They both curled around on what footrest they had, and she came to a stop level with Kat and her young cousin on the podium. She bit her lip, and gave the smallest of pouts as Katie hummed beside her.
“Ohhh she doesn’t look happy. Worried there Elle? Hehe. Alright next up. Superhero question here, we good at those?”
A couple of nods from the kids as Katie tapped her cards again.
“Which superhero does Peter Parker turn into?”
A moment passed again but quicker this time.
RINNNG!
“Jacob?”
“Is it Spiderman?”
He said it with a slight frown, unsure of himself but Katie nodded and pointed to him, then jabbed a thumb behind her.
“Well done web-head, you are correct! What do we do with this one?”
“Crank her up!”
Kat had a funny expression on her face. Her eyes were half scowling, but her mouth disgruntled looking. She began to roll upward, putting her hands in her lap and waving her feet a little bit off the small footrest. As she came to a stop she looked at Katie, raised an eyebrow and shrugged, looking back to her step-brother. Katie simply gave a grin to the camera and continued.
“OK, 2 – 1 now. Here we go again. Ready for it? What is the name of the highest mountain in the world?”
A moment or two passed again and then –
RINNNG!
“Uhm…Mountain…”
Katie leaned in closer and waited as Jacob took a moment.
“Mount Everest I think?”
Katie leaned back and for a moment was sneaky. She then looked up at Kat and back to Jacob.
“You are correct. Yes. Eh, not as dumb as you say Kat? What do we do with her?”
“Crank her up!”
This time Kat was scowling more and looking down at the gunge as she rolled away from it to the penultimate notch. It stopped and she didn’t take her eyes off it. Despite the face she pulled, the butterflies in her stomach were of nervous unknown; and once more she remembered all the eyes watching her. Katie laughed and looked up at her.
“Ohhh a mountain you’re climbing up fast talking of that. Just one more notch and you’re at the peak you know. How are you Kat?”
Kat simply shrugged as Katie turned to Elle, asking the blonde how she was feeling.
“Good. I’m good here…ha…”
Despite being happy she was still in the first notch, as compared to Kat’s 3, she still seemed to be trying to reassure herself. As Katie looked away Danielle’s smile still faded a bit as her eyes darted down toward the gunge again.
“Right next question, let’s all listen carefully. What is the name, of Harry Potter’s school -“
RINNNNGGG!
“OH JACOB!”
“Hogwarts!”
Kat, who was for a moment snapped out of her mood, looked toward Jacob. More than anything, it was his giddiness at answering which shocked her…but although she’d never admit on this show to reading the stories, even she knew it was correct. And she knew what this meant.
“It is! Yes! Ohhhh, do you know what this means? I think you do. What do we do with our grumpy goth?”
CRANK. HER. UP!
The audience happily screamed this out, as Jacob already threw his arms up in the air. Elle sighed on her little seat and leaned back a little bit. Carla looked down and nursed her button, slightly disappointed. Katie slammed her cards down threw both arms up toward the yellow side of the set. And as for Kat, she simply opened her mouth slowly as she rolled upward, eyes widening a little bit. Her stomach was alive with feelings as she looked down at the creamy, sickly coloured muck far down below her. She then held onto her seat for a moment, small and barely noticeable under her bare, pale legs. As she did, she turned her upper body and neck right round to look behind her, at the last little bit of track before the end. She continued looking at it until a deafening siren rang out, and all around her yellow and blue flashed. The audience came to life on their feet as the goth turned around slowly and looked down now at Jacob, eyes wide and almost threatening, her mouth wide open in angry disbelief.
“Oh, no.”
Her little comment wasn’t an embarrassed whimper, but that of defiance and sternness.
“No.”
Once again she protested sharply, voice deep at her younger step-brother who was sticking her tongue out and almost pressing the button right there and then. Bouncing on his feet he looked up at his sister who shuffled her feet on the small chair, and rubbed the sides of her legs.
“No.”
“Hahaaaa, oh yes madam. Oh yes.”
“Nope.”
“Yeap. You stay right there Kat -“
“This isn’t happening.”
As Katie laughed once more, the goth shook her head, looking down at the gunge and then wide eyes at her brother. Again, the comment wasn’t a whimper or moaning, but it was defiance as though she was putting her foot down on the whole thing. The camera low at the surface zoomed in to show her on the seat, gripping putting her hands on her kneecaps.
“Oh I cannot wait for this. You remain up there Kat and take in this wonderful view ahead of you. I will come back to you, you just sit comfortably up there hun.”
Bearing her teeth ever so slightly now, she deathly glared at Katie and then slowly to the track in front of her. Her sassiness was gone now with one of contention. She then leaned forward and covered her face, her long black hair bouncing as she shook her head in yet more disbelief.
“I love my job, Jacob well done, I will come back to you in a moment. But Elle, and Carla, I want to speak to you two first. Elle. I mean, you embarrass your cousin with stories, you’re noisy and loud, plus your fashion sense is almost as yucky as the gunge down there. BUT, you’re going away home and dry today, you’re not going any closer to this horrid stuff. How do you feel?”
The 22 year old was gleaming, smiling from cheek to cheek and allowed her legs to go off the foot rest as she also spread her arms.
“Over the MOON Katie! Thank you!”
“Wow you really are huh? Carla how about you, feeling OK?”
Carla nodded and then spoke.
“Yeah, I had a good time either way.”
Katie put her hands on the podium and smiled.
“Aww well I’m glad you did. I’m sorry you won’t be dampening Elle’s spirits and chucking her for a soak in this stuff. Still if you find her not improving, don’t be afraid to get in contact with me, I’ll send Dave round with his portable tank!”
Elle smiled at this and then to Carla. Carla grinned back, having gotten her cousin a little messy during the show. It would have been great to dunk her in the stuff below, but she felt she had enough to tease Elle with in the future. She put her hands on the rails and leaned forward as Katie continued.
“Ah yes, but please be my guests Carla, Danielle to this next part. I think you’re both going to enjoy it all the same. In fact, I think most of us will – including me and I ain’t biased! Because KAT, is about to goooooo SPLAT! Hahaaa!”
She said the little rhyme as she looked round, clasping her hands together. She looked up to Kat who was at the top of the ramp, hands on her knee caps and frowning to Katie.
“Don’t give me that moody look. You know you deserve this. Being all moody and sassy all day on my show, as well as with young Jacob here -“
“I have not.”
She said this with a bit of a jerk of her head, sarcasm behind her tone as Katie and some of the audience laughed.
“OHHHH, touched a nerve have I? Can’t start denying it now, you should have done that during the show! You’re such a grump, and you definitely deserve this dump! HA!”
“That was a rubbish -“
“JACOB. Jacob, my main man. Listen, well done with the show today, thank you for bringing her in as well…”
“Whatev -“
“THIS is your big step-sister Kat. She’s a goth but she never lets you forget. She brings down the mood in every room, she wears nothing but black all day long either. On top of that, she sulks daily and whenever you try to have fun, she comes in and becomes moody and mean and never gives you a break. Even your friends seem to complain about her, and some of them are eager for this too!
“No.”
“Mate, You have got her onto this show, and you’ve got her primed right above this gunge down here. She’s been so moody all day she’d even annoyed me too, and brought the shows mood down! But you’re about to bring her down on a whole new level.”
“I’m not -“
“Guess what, her attitude isn’t going to be the only thing that stinks in a moment, that’s right, she will too! PUSH THAT BUTTON and GET YOUR OWN BACK!”
“Don’t you Dar- AGHH!”
Kat began to sharply instruct her brother but it was no use. He threw his hands flat out onto the red button on the rail, sending sparks and sirens blaring all around his ‘evil’ big step-sister. As soon as he did, her chair bounced, and then rolled forward at some pace – faster than in previous series. It flew fast, Kat only just managing to react. Her mouth was wide open, eyes wide open too and for once not frowning. She threw up her arms to her side and continued her yell, not scared but defiant once more as she had ben since reaching the top of the ramp. The seat being so small and listing a little, it simply showed the goth hurtling toward the gunge to the joy of Jacob at the side. Her feet were on the corners of the little footrest, toes dangling off from them and showing the black nail polish, until the flexed upward. She did this due to what had happened on her descent; the multiple spigots above, following the ramp down began to spray out goo. It wasn’t too thick, but not exactly watery either – it was almost like blue and yellow silly string, all be it more wet. It quickly tangled and dripped into her black her, and over her bare pale legs. Some of it caught her in the face, and as she continued her yell, she stuck out her tongue from her wide mouth a bit. In fact some of it surely got on her tongue, which made her wide face slightly grimace toward the bottom. Around the tank, the spigots sprang to life, a fountain of pink sprinkling into the tank. As Kat began to get to the bottom, the same bright pink could now be seen falling from above in a large torrent. It splurged all over her black hair, straight away ruining and flattening it over her shoulders. It glazed over her legs and feet, which she raised up a little bit in reaction. Her eyes were still wide open, as was her mouth with some of the goo in. Her seat hit a clank and for a moment, she slid off it toward the gunge. Then, as she was half off it, toes breaking the surface of some cream, it propelled forward.
“-AGGHHH-MMPH – …”
Her legs tore through the cream, and into the morass below, her hands were outstretched in front of her. Her body flopped and splashed into the cream, sending it blubbing out in all directions with a mucky, vomit looking wave following. Her back was still being hit with pink. But for Jacob, right above, the happiest moment was when his step-sisters wide open mouth gobbled up some cream, and her whole head plunged into the mixture. It quickly spread out in a wave around her black, pink blotched hair and then bounced back over, washing over Kat and churning in her wake. The whole tank became thick and choppy, all on the surface that could be seen for a moment were two hands with black fingernails sink into the cream and muck. Near the turned down chair, two feet quickly flipped over one another, black nail polish showing off one last time before vanishing with a sludge as well. The kids pressed against the glass, watching the yellow green mix around. For a moment, the two hands brushed against the glass. And a moment after that, so did some hair and two feet. The surface had already began to calm, due to being thick like custard, but below, Kat was receiving a thorough comeuppance. Not scared about the gunge, she’d opted to wear nothing under her shorts and right now, she wasn’t sure if she regretted that or not. The chilled lumpy stuff was swimming around underneath them, it had gotten in her mouth, in between her toes which were trying to find footing. The sprinklers on top were spurting out purple and pink again, the remnants of yucky cream mixing into the lurid looking gunge.
“OHHHHH disgusssstingggggggg! HAHA:”
Finally, two hands broke up in the middle of the tank, the right one clawed and the other, fingers outstretched. Somehow, Kat managed to jump up and break the thick surface of the gunge. As soon as she did, the cheering and laughing rose up. Her claggy and sopping hair had all but covered her face, and shoulders, sticking to her and some of it in her mouth by the looks of it. Her top was buried under cream, and greeny sludge. She put her hands above her head then batted them down thickly in a mood. Her puffed out cheeks disappeared as she opened her mouth wide and dribbled out some of the mixture, to which she then brought her hands to her face and clawed her eyes out. Straight away she batted her arms at her sides again, splashing gunge out in all directions for a few moments.
“AGHHH. I’VE HAD IT, YOU, YOU’RE-“
The goth girl was rightfully shut up once more as bright pink exploded out on top her from above, marshmallow-like in texture. It very quickly sploshed over her hair and shoulders, and as soon as it did, she sunk with a plop right down into the peat again much to the happiness of the crowd. At the wall of the tank, two feet swiped up against the glass, before popping out on the surface. Layered in the yucky colours, they got some splash from the sprinklers all around, her feet being painted pink. And as Katie finally spoke, in the middle of the tank rose her head a little bit now, as well as her feet bobbing on the surface. She began kicking with them and trying to paddle weirdly in the muck, all the while getting them more coated, drops and globules falling from her black painted toes.
“That is, horrible. Oh phew. That’s just…so messy and -“
“PLAHH! You can shut up Ka -“
Splashing some gunge up toward the host, Kat span around, in the tank her feet finally finding foot. She then tried to splash some up to a giggling Danielle, who managed to avoid all bits of gunge thrown at her. Kat felt the sticky stuff on her face and in her hair. It was still sticking a little to the sides of her head, all covered and not one bit dry. Down below her, her shorts were loose and swimming. Plenty of the gunge had invaded her private parts and she definitely could feel the effect of not wearing any sort of protection from it. Her toes were feeling heavy and squelchy below too. No part of her was clean, or dry in any way shape or form. A bit more descended from above now, some bright yellow. Kat turned to the audience, and began to yell, finally looking up into the last bit of the deluge and pulling a shocked face, mouth open with plenty to spit out.
“Oh man, that is horrible. Look Jacob, Jacob. Look at Kat down there. She’s messy, she’s in a mood for all the embarrassingly right reasons, she’s pretty smelly now and she’s truly got her just desserts…how are you feeling?”
Jacob, who was still cheering and enjoying watching his step-sister calm for the moment to wipe her face, showing a glimmer of disgust, happily looked up to Katie.
“I feel fantastic!”
“Hahaaa, oh I’m glad. And you know what, Kat I think looks fantastic too. Oh yes, very charming. She suits those colours much better don’t you think?”
A spattering of more pink and yellow collapsed down onto the goth who’d turned to give Katie another mouthful. Being rinsed now with more thinner good, Kat simply stood there, opened her mouth and let out one long growl loudly for all to hear. In truth, she was enjoying it, the spotlight, the chance to go crazy and act up her grumpiness. But for Jacob, she still played up a little bit of the horridness of it. She began to puff her cheeks out a couple of times, and splash away some muck, showing off how nasty it was. Although she found it fun, it wasn’t nice – the colours were manky, texture was weird and chilled, and despite all the rumours, Kat had now found out for herself that the NGYOB gunge really did have a pong to it – one that she now shared. The two cannons under the podiums of the kids now began to spray out really thick cream at her, to which she opened her mouth and acted shocked, and disgusted to. As she was turned into a white statue, Katie spoke up.
“Right well, Jacob and Carla, you both do win brilliant goodies. You both win a good bag for today, including some fantastic gifts and photos from today’s show. Jacob I know you’ll love that! But you both also win the chance to go on a two day holiday with your families!”
Both of them cheered happily, and Elle clapped smugly on her chair. Down below, the spigots around the tank were now spraying out onto their victim in the middle, giving Kat one last plastering of pink. Katie leaned over and happily spoke.
“Ohh yes, brilliant. But what else is brilliant? A moody goth getting her comeuppance. And what comeuppance, just look at her down there. Beautiful. But tell you what – oh!”
The spigots changed to black, covering the white statue who was shuffling around with weak splashed now, as though ice cream being drizzled in chocolate. And then, a huge splosh rained down and congealed looking purple sploshed down and completely coated the girl. It spayed out and sloshed about, and she did with it, until finally she was seen up to her nose in the gunge, trying to wipe her eyes.
“Think she’ll be in a worse mood now! That’s all from NGYOB, bye bye everyone, byeeeee!”
The camera zoomed out from a close up on the surface, to show Kat being splattered with bright green to match the purple she was layered in. It came out all the way, to show the whole set before flicking through the highlights of the show. The last couple showed her dunking. The first showed it from right on her seat, in between her feet, sliding off and into the tank. And the final one was right on the surface, showing a brilliant slow mo of Kat, moody goth getting her well deserved just desserts, mouth wide open and eyes too. Although not being too fussed, her mouth did show a bit of disgust on the way down, and showed her wide open face splutting into the cream and muck, sending it flying up. The final slo mo was of a messy Kat coming out from the morass, soggy ruined hair plastered to her head, face coated in layer upon layer, cheeks slowly unpuffing and gunge and cream dribbling from her wide open mouth, eyes wide in reaction to the position she was sat in in front of the cameras.
So, there it is. A brand new series, a brand new episode. Well kinda. Bear with any small mistakes, but I did proof read as I went along. But if there are some left, the following may explain why.
See this took a long time getting out. The groundworks been there since after new year. And I still have more groundwork – a few more nominations in the wings. This year though, has been tough. Something recently happened with a close family member, and at work, I’ve taken on more responsibility. I just, find it hard now to have the time to write.
I hesitated this evening whilst naming this episode. Can it still be a series without regular posts? Well yeah, I figured in the end. Why the hell not. Just don’t expect to hear from me again for a while (I’ll try not to leave it half a bloody year this time!). I may look into how to make the episodes shorter, or maybe even parts? I don’t know, it’s a lot to work on these episodes – a lot of time and effort.
But, I do love writing these stories. Just, it’s harder to do that these days. But for anyone who’s asked me when it’ll be up, how am I doing, etc – thank you. It shows that these stories are enjoyable for you, and you’re keen to see more. And it gives me happiness knowing you enjoy them. I just can’t promise now it’ll be often!
So, I hope you enjoyed this. I tried to do some new things here, and I think it worked well. Not sure Kat would say the same, she’s ended up in a pretty vile situation, but you know, I guess it’s what she deserves and probably doesn’t mind too much….
Until next time guys, and I hope it won’t be too far in the future for you all!
MsM
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