Survivor CH6: Ponderosa 6

(Ponderosa)

The limo drove up the driveway to the jury house on a foggy day. The fog was so thick that it was near-impossible to see the top of the two-story jury house. The limo again parked outside the front door as Wallace stepped out of the back.

“Boy. I wasn’t counting on fog during this trip.” Wallace mused. “Too bad I don’t have my patent-pending supervision goggles with me. They’d see right through this stuff.”

“Just so you know, because you’re out of the game, you’re allowed to build stuff again.” The driver said as he drove away.

Wallace stood in silence for a few seconds before grinning widely.

“I may be out of the game, but I made it real deep and I was taken out because I was a threat. I guess I should feel good about that.” Wallace shrugged before he lit up. “And now that I know I can invent stuff again, I’ll be right in my element at Ponderosa!”

“Greetings, fellow jurors!” Wallace announced as he walked through the front door. “The genius has arrived!”

“Hi, Wallace. I almost hate to admit it, but I’ve really missed you lately.” Zita smirked as she came over. The two shared a brief kiss. “I’m sorry that you didn’t win, though.”

“Well, what do I need that kind of money for when my inventions are sure to take off one of these days?” Wallace asked.

“Don’t take this badly, Wallace.” Matt warned as he approached. “Most of us agree that if you had made it to the end, you would have won.”

“Most?”

“Couscous and Monna Lisa insist that they’re voting for either Mitchell or Yessica.”

“I’ll admit that it puts a damper on my spirits.” Wallace sighed. “But I’m not letting it get the better of me.”

“Wallace is taking his elimination fairly well for someone who claims to be an evil genius. I was honestly expecting him to let out one of those cliché, loud-and-long ‘no’s when he got the boot.” Matt explained. “Then again, Zita’s been telling us that he’s not actually evil and was just a schemer for the game, but I still have my doubts.”

Walking into the kitchen, Wallace saw Couscous stirring up some food in her pot and lit up. “Wait, Couscous! Let me build up a new kitchen tool for you! It’ll work way better than that spoon!” He exclaimed.

“What’s with you?” Monna Lisa asked.

“They say I can build stuff again now that I’m here! I’ll be right back!” Wallace said as he zoomed out of the room like a cartoon character.

“I call dibs on under the couch.” Matt called out.

“Have more faith in him, Matt. Wallace is weird, but he IS a genius.” Donny said.

Couscous grumbled. “His meal was almost ready, too.” She lamented. “Ah hope he’s fast. Ah’d hate ta waste dis food.”

“Ah didn’t really know Wallace dat much in da game, but from what Yessica told me, he was dis real smart guy and inventor.” Couscous said. “But den he shows up here and he’s a giddy little schoolboy about being able ta build stuff again. Why did dose people consider dis guy a threat to da game?”

“Well, NOW what do we do?” Helen asked. “I thought we were going to ask Wallace about the finalists.”

“We WERE. Then he lost attention and went to build something.” Donny rolled his eyes. “I seriously don’t think we’re going to get much out of him now.”

“Okay. What do you guys think about the finalists then? Most of us were planning on voting for Wallace.” Zita noted.

“It’s obviously between Mitchell and Yessica.” Monna Lisa said.

“Don’t be so sure. Yorgue is still a possibility.” Helen said. “She’s been playing a good game.”

“Dat goil played JERICHO’S game at da start. She didn’t step it up until da merge!” Couscous insisted. “Frankly, it’s too little, too late.”

“What if it was between her and Jericho?” Zita challenged.

Couscous muttered something under her breath. “Den Ah guess Ah’d vote fer her.”

“We all agree that Jericho’s got no chance, but we’re trying to keep our options open for the others. We don’t want to write Yorgue off if she deserves the win enough.” Zita explained. “Remember that she’s been clashing with Mitchell since the start, especially after the tribe swap, and she’s still here.”

“Success! It’s done!” Wallace announced as he entered the room again, holding what looked like a mechanical spoon.

“Huh?! How da heck did ya do dat so fast?!” Couscous asked.

Wallace seemed to ignore Couscous and approached her. “This spoon is a revolutionary step in kitchen wares. This spoon will not only stir your food on it’s own, but it will keep it hot while it does!” He explained. “The base has a self-heating mechanism that runs on the heat of the food instead of batteries or even solar power!”

Suddenly, the spoon exploded in Wallace’s hand. Wallace stared at the wreck for a second, scratching his head.

“Why did that just happen? There wasn’t even anything combustible IN that thing!” Wallace insisted. “I must be out of shape when it comes to inventing.”

“Your heart was in the right place, Wallace. That has to count for something.” Zita admitted.

Matt stared flatly and looked at Donny. “Yeah. He’s a genius, alright. WILE E. COYOTE.” He said.