As soon as both teams were on top of the huge hill (Blaze’s team without their trailer, since Shadow refused to carry it up and Knuckles and Omega refused to do it as well, saying that Shadow had to pull his weight), Bokkun went on to explain the next part of their challenge.

“So, the next part is that both teams are going to perform a movie scene,” he explained, “For the Killer Gaffs, they will be playing the scene of an old lady who’s lived a full life and is about to pass on. For the Screaming Grippers, they will be playing the scene of a thug who tries to go straight but cannot resist the allure of the streets. The winning team is the one who manages to get Decoe and Bocoe, your judges, to show any emotion.”

“Wait, what about lunch?” Wave cried, “We have been working for eight hours and you are legally obligated by union rules to give us a meal break.”

“Oh yeah?” Bokkun challenged, “Who here is in the union?” Shockingly, the little robot raised his hand, and was the ONLY one to raise his hand. “Yeah, I thought so!”

Wave: I am hereby forming a protest movement against Bokkun. Who’s with me? Everybody?

“Now then, Decoe and Bocoe, give the teams their scenes,” Bokkun went on, nodding to his two assistants. Decoe went and gave a folder to Silver, while Bocoe went and gave one to Blaze. “Okay, good luck, castmates; your time starts…right now!”

“Okay…we need an old lady,” Silver muttered, pulling out the scrip and looking at it.

“Oh, please, let me do it!” Cosmo yelled, rushing over and jumping up and down in front of Silver, “It’s gotta be me! I’ve got a really old soul! As an alien, I’m like 89-years-old on the inside because I’ve been reincarnated like a whole bunch of times! Actually, I bet I’m the reincarnation of my own ancient grandmother!” She started speaking in a crazy, Scottish way, and then bowed at the end.

“OKAY, OKAY, FINE!” all the Killer Gaffs yelled.

“Now, we need someone to play a thug,” Blaze purred on the Screaming Grippers’ side. She looked at all her teammates, then slowly glanced towards Knuckles, who was busy carving a drawing of the master emerald in a nearby piece of wood.

“Uh, what are you all looking at?” Knuckles asked, looking at everyone with a frown.

“C’mon, Knuckles,” Blaze begged, “This is the role you were BORN to play.”

“Don’t typecast me!” Knuckles snapped, “Besides, I don’t even know if I can act.”

“You have to do it, Knuckles!” Wave spoke up, “You think we want Charmy to try it? He’s as tough as butter!”

“Don’t expect Shadow to be the nice guy and volunteer,” Decoe snickered nearby, making fun of the grumpy hedgehog.

“Shut up before I dismantle you, robot!” Shadow snarled, glaring at Decoe. Finally, Knuckles gave in and snatched the folder with the script inside.

Both teams began working on their scripts very quickly, with every cast member doing something different. With the Screaming Grippers, Wave, Blaze, Omega, Knuckles, Charmy and Shadow were all having a dysfunctional time preparing their set, while with the Killer Gaffs, Tails, Cosmo, Silver, Vector, Marine and Tikal were all doing quite well with their attempts.

“Your makeup…is so gorgeous!” Marine gushed, applying more white makeup to Cosmo’s face and hair and dressing her up like an old lady, “Now, I’m gonna make you FEEL like an old lady.” She forced Cosmo to crouch down on her legs.

“I feel like eighty years have passed since Tikal has begun adjusting the lighting,” Cosmo groaned in a cranky way.

“Don’t move!” Tikal yelled down from on top of the stage, adjusting the lights.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Cosmo snapped, “I can’t move at all; my legs are totally asleep.”

“Could I please have that last line again?” Tails asked, holding a microphone out towards Cosmo while he did sound check. Cosmo grabbed the mike and screamed into it.

“MY LEGS ARE ASLEEP!” she screamed. Tails screeched in pain as the high volume of Cosmo’s voice pained his ears and made him fall over.

Over on the Screaming Grippers’ side, Omega was busy adjusting the lights, Wave and Blaze were busy making the place look nice, and Knuckles was pacing back and forth, having difficulty preparing for the show.

“Okay, this is not going so well,” Knuckles complained, “One, I can’t memorize this much, and two, these lines are way out in left field, if you get my drift.”

“Just say what’s written and quite being such a prima donna!” Wave said.

“Correct; we all have a job to do,” Omega agreed.

“So, you just stand there and look pretty, okay?” Wave teased, poking Knuckles’ in the arm, “You got that, pretty boy?”

“DON’T call me pretty!” Knuckles snarled, pushing Wave away, “The last guy who called me pretty ended up looking a lot LESS pretty! You got that?”

“Wow, friction between the crew and talent!” Bokkun giggled, watching from offstage, “I love it; it’s like a real film set!”

“Okay, Knuckles, you’re not pretty!” Blaze intervened, rushing over and purring at the echidna, “You’re hot, okay? You look hot, sexy and stud-like!” From over on the Killer Gaffs’ side, Silver ended up hearing Blaze and looked over to see who she was talking to. He widened his eyes in horror when he discovered that she was talking to Knuckles.

“That’s more like it,” Knuckles grinned, flexing his muscles.

From backstage, Wave was now walking around and trying to get things neater. She frowned and looked around with all the messy wires and started barking for someone to come help her make the place nicer. However, she ended up not looking where she was going and get her foot caught in a cable. She yelped and got hung up upside-down by her ankle as the wire was connected to a faulty camera.

“OMEGA…I KNOW YOU DID THIS!” Wave screamed, “I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS! SOMEONE PLEASE COME HELP ME!”

“I’ll help you out, Wave!” Charmy cried, flying close by and smiling sweetly at her, “Hold still, okay?” He went next to her and tipped the camera up, which in turn caused the wire holding Wave’s foot to drop down and release the swallow.

“Thank you, Charmy,” Wave muttered softly, as though she didn’t want anyone else to hear her say that.

“Anything for you, Wave,” Charmy said politely, bowing in front of the confused swallow, who had just gotten up.

Charmy: I’ve been working on my courting skills, even though Vector and Espio both think that such skills were useless. Yep, as you can see, I’ve mastered talking to girls! That’s a big task, right?

Wave: As annoying as Charmy is, he would be quite an easy person to persuade for an alliance, and right now, I need all the help I can get. He is kind of cute, though…but I’ll kill you if you dare tell anyone I said that.

Back on set, Shadow was busy insulting Knuckles to try and get him in the mood of a thug. However, in the way he was doing it, Shadow was actually just trying to anger the echidna and everyone else around them. Finally having enough, Decoe grabbed Shadow and dragged him away from his team.

“THAT’S ENOUGH, SHADOW!” the robot yelled, throwing Shadow into one of the director chairs offstage.

“What’s the meaning of this, robot?” Shadow snapped, glaring back at Decoe.

“Listen, Shadow, you’re way too mean,” Decoe said, “And that won’t get you far in this competition. Look, I’ll make you a deal; you team up in a secret alliance with me and split the prize money with me as well, okay? In return, I’ll teach you how to be nice to your fellow teammates. You definitely have the skills to win this, but you also have to have niceness to go with it; you saw how much everyone hated Wave last season, didn’t you? Do you really want to have that lasting impression?”

“Are you serious?” Shadow blinked, looking both disgusted and shocked at the same time. Although he wouldn’t really mind splitting the prize money with Decoe if he won (since he didn’t even really need it; money was not something he craved), he didn’t like the idea of teaming up in an illegal alliance with a robot under the service of Eggman.

Decoe: I have to admit, I see a lot of myself in Shadow. I mean, he’s hardcore and I’m hardcore…but we both have niceness deep down inside of us, too! This is gonna be fun, I just know it!

“This is an offer you can’t refuse, Shadow,” Decoe grinned, “Because I won’t LET you refuse it!” Shadow growled, but didn’t say anything back; there was no way he could get out of this now.

A bit later, right before the show could start, Cosmo had finally had enough. She groaned and fell to her knees, then collapsed onto the stage, moaning and rubbing her tired and aching legs.

“Just…give me…the award…for best actress…already!” she moaned, closing her eyes.

“Hmm…what type of masking tape should we use?” Marine asked.

“Aw, C-Scope, you ruined it!” Tikal yelled down, “We had the lighting just right!”

“Good luck, crazy little C-Scope!” Silver snickered, walking past Cosmo as Bokkun yelled for the scenes to begin, “Just be yourself…and try your hardest.” Cosmo frowned at him, then got up and took her place. Over on the other stage, Knuckles also took his place. Everyone else cleared off the stages and got behind the booths where the cameras and sounds were. Decoe and Bocoe both sat down in their directors chairs and put on their headphones, then watched the cameras of the acting.

“Okay…lights…camera…action!” Bokkun yelled out, clapping his clapboard slate together and hovering near Decoe and Bocoe to watch the show.

“When I was just a young school girl living in Station Square, I had fun frolicking through the fields with my pet dog in the summer sun,” Knuckles recited, slowly walking along the stage in his gangster attire and trying to speak like a gangster, “Those were the happiest days of my long life.”

“Uh…did you two check the folders before you labeled them?” Bokkun asked slowly, looking at Decoe and Bocoe with widened eyes.

“We thought YOU checked them,” Decoe and Bocoe said back. The three robots looked at one another, then all giggled insanely.

“Being one with the streets is something that was always in my heart,” Cosmo cackled, slowly hobbling across the stage with a cane in her attire, “No matter what, I always had the best times gunning down those mobsters with my trusty gun! And, uh, that would be very good for me…because…it was so fun to do…and…my eyes would always flutter with shock and surprise…say, I can totally turn my eyelids inside out! Do any of you want to see?” She grinned and ran right in front of the camera, dropping her acting character.

“Although C-Scope is totally nuts, she’s totally dedicated,” Silver grinned, winking at the nearby Tails, “Knuckles is going to have a tough time beating that!”

“I’ve…lived a long life,” Knuckles sighed, gently closing a folder on his table that most gangsters close at the end of missions, “I loved and laughed, sang and had fun, fought and cried. But, what I miss most of all, is my sweet little dog, Copan. Can you hear me, Copan? Woof…woof.”

“Woof…woof?” Decoe and Bocoe both whimpered, looking at one another. Slowly, they both began crying real tears. Nearby, Wave and Charmy also began crying, and they held out a box of tissues towards Decoe and Bocoe.

“C-cut!” Bokkun whimpered, holding back his own tears, “Okay, that’s enough! It’s too much for Decoe and Bocoe to take! It’s obvious that Knuckles wins for the Screaming Grippers for his excellent acting!”

Shocked, Knuckles just stood there on stage and stared at everyone. All this teammates started to cheer and rushed up to him, lifting him up onto their shoulders and carrying him off with them to party down on the bottom of the hill in their trailer.

“I was robbed!” Cosmo yelled, throwing down her granny hat and stomping on it.

“You two…are seriously pathetic,” Shadow muttered, watching Decoe cry after Bocoe went off to join Bokkun. Angry, Decoe grabbed Shadow and glared at him; the ebony hedgehog hadn’t shed a single tear or even bothered to celebrate with his teammates.

“Tough guys cry, Shadow!” Decoe snarled, “And besides, everyone cries, because we all have hearts inside of us! Besides, did you notice your team just won? Who was the judge, huh? Who?”

Later, down at the two trailers, one was silent while the other one was having a wild party. Blaze exited from the partying trailer and made her way over to the other one, where Silver was hanging out on the outside.

“You know what?” Silver said, watching Blaze walk up to him, “Knuckles’ performance made me realize some stuff. Like, I’ve loved and lost, but what I miss most is my sweet little kitty, Blaze.”

“Meow!” Blaze purred, nuzzling Silver’s face.

“You guys are just…friends…right?” Silver asked, looking at Blaze closely.

“Worry not,” Blaze said, “That echidna has a secret photo of Rouge under his pillow. And, to be honest, he’s no Silver!”

“I’m sorry I called you a wannabe,” Silver said softly, smiling lovingly at Blaze.

“Aw, whatever,” Blaze smiled, rolling her eyes, “All I know is, I don’t wanna be you right now.”

“Because you’re going to dump me?” Silver asked, frightened.

“No chance!” Blaze reassured him, “More like because you have to go and vote someone off right now.”

“Aw, whatever,” Silver giggled, “As long as you’re still here, I’m good.” The two of them hugged, then they slowly drifted apart. Silver began heading off to the Gilded Bokkun ceremony.

The Killer Gaffs all went to the ceremony and sat down in the bleachers. Bokkun slowly drifted up to his podium while Decoe and Bocoe played on the drums nearby to signify his grand entrance.

“Welcome, Killer Gaffs, to your ceremony!” Bokkun called out, “Take out your voting devices and cast your votes…now!” All six members took out their devices and cast their votes right away, and from near Decoe and Bocoe, a large machine spit out a piece of paper with the results. Decoe ripped off the paper and handed it over to Bokkun.

“Okay, the votes have been tallied,” he called out, pressing a button on his podium and watching a platform raise up with five Gilded Bokkuns on it, “And the Gilded Bokkuns go to…Silver.” Bokkun tossed the first one to Silver, who smiled gratefully.

“Then…one for Tails and Tikal,” Bokkun went on, tossing out two more. Tikal got hers and smiled, but Tails stuffed his in his mouth and ate the inside of it, which was revealed to be nothing more than quality chocolate.

“What? I like chocolate!” Tails giggled, looking at the astonished look on Tikal’s face.

“Okay, that leaves just you three!” Bokkun grinned, looking down at Vector, Marine and Cosmo, “And the loser is…” Like last season, Bokkun paused for the dramatic conclusion. Vector, Marine and Cosmo all looked nervous and looked at one another, wondering who was going to take the fall. Then, Bokkun yelled out the loser’s name.

“Cosmo!” he laughed, pointing at her, “You’re out! Time to go!”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Cosmo snapped, crossing her arms and closing her eyes, “That’s NOT my name!” Bokkun, confused, looked over at Decoe and Bocoe for help.

“The girl likes to be called ‘Cryoscope’,” Decoe shrugged, glancing at Bocoe with a nod of approval. Bokkun frowned and glared at Cosmo, who turned her nose up at him and refused to budge.

“Can I get a pen over here?” Bokkun snapped, holding out his hand. Someone offstage threw him a pen, and Bokkun went on to scribble away Cosmo’s name on the results sheet. “There, it says ‘C-Scope’ now, okay?” Shrugging, Cosmo got up from her chair and slowly walked in front of Bokkun, seemingly hesitating from walking down the carpet walk of shame.

“And remember, you cannot EVER come back!” Bokkun yelled, but doing it a bit weakly than usual, “Take her away right now!” He snapped his fingers, and Emerl came from out of nowhere and grabbed Cosmo’s arms. He dragged her down the carpet walk of shame and towards the lame-o-sine. Cosmo blinked the whole way and didn’t really know what to do. The next moment, Emerl threw Cosmo into the lame-o-sine and closed the door.

“This was just a dress rehearsal, my darlings!” Cosmo laughed as the lame-o-sine started driving her off, her head poking out the top through the sunroof. She giggled and blew kisses towards the stage and everyone else as she got further away. “You’ll see my star on the walk of fame yet! Mark my words, everyone…MARK ‘EM!”