Well ladies and gentlemen, here's the first chapter of my 80's parody story in the style of my initial 90's parody "Total Drama Island: Living In New York".

Now, don't get your hopes up. It probably won't be as good as "TDI: LINY" but I think it could work well. However, if you do like it, I will please ask you to review, since as you know, every author appreciates feedback especially one starting a new project. Thank you very much and…

Here goes the chapter…

September of 1980. Chotada Falls, a small town near Los Angeles, California.

"On a Saturday morning, if you're not reading then you probably should be sleeping."

As said by a famous Argentine write, that's what Geoff was thinking as he finally made it on his bike to the school building at 10 AM on that Saturday morning. Well, actually, due to the fact that he barely had a notion of what a book was he was in reality thinking something more along the lines of…

"Dude, I'm like totally sleepy…"

The sentence would have probably gone on longer had it not been for him accidentally being knocked over by a board hitting him the face. Geoff was knocked off his bike when a blonde girl holding a surf board walked round the corner of the street Geoff was riding down and due to the boy's sleepiness he did not see her.

"Oh crap! Are you alright?" She yelled in panic.

Geoff got up quickly, having only a small bruise on his arm from the landing.

"Yeah, I'm cool." He mumbled.

Geoff looked up at the girl and then noticed something. He knew her. He recalled having seen her in the halls and classrooms of Crist Almeth High School before but had never paid much attention to her. She was a tall girl, almost as tall as him and he was 5'8. She had her long, golden blonde hair tied in a large ponytail and the feature of her face the probably drew Geoff's attention the most were her bright, green eyes. Geoff was good at remembering faces (when he wasn't drunk), but wasn't really good at remembering names (drunk or otherwise), so he could not place her name.

"Wait, I know you." The girl said. "You're from my school."

"Yeah, I know you too…uh…"

"Bridgette." The girl finished.

"Bridgette, right." Geoff said. "I'm Geoff."

Bridgette recognized Geoff as well. She'd also seen him around the halls and classes of the school. She also could place his face, but couldn't do so much for his name until he told her.

After picking up his bike, both Geoff and Bridgette walked together the remaining half of the block they had to go through to reach their high school. Once inside they continued with their friendly little chat.

"You surf?" He asked.

"Yeah, a lot." Bridgette answered. "I've been doing it since I was little. You play any sports?"

"Football." Geoff answered. "I'm the school team's Tight End."

"Nice." Bridgette commented.

"So Bridge, why are you in the school on a Saturday morning?" Geoff asked.

The blonde pair stepped in front of the library doors.

"I'm kinda ashamed of it, but I'm here for detention." She answered.

"Huh…I'm here for detention too." Geoff said, surprised.

The library doors opened and the two teens then saw a medium-sized yet imposing figure dressed in a leisure suit stand in front of them.

"…And so are these other three." The figure said with a thick German accent while pointing at three other teens in the library.

The figure was Principal Abe Rolf Hilter. Principal Hilter was a tall, considerably chubby man of 91 years old. Sure he was covered in wrinkles, his hair was almost entirely grey and his toothbrush mustache was incredibly outdated but he was in an almost perfect shape and could still do things that people thirty years younger than him couldn't. He wore a 70's styled leisure suit and he always wore a sign that said "I'm Not Hitler" around his neck, which gave people great relief since the sign proved to them that they were indeed not standing right in front of Adolf Hitler.

The other teens that Principal Hilter pointed too were a brunette girl of caramel colored skin and a preppy, conservative outfit sitting on a chair and reading a book; a guy with a bright green mohawk dressed in a metalhead's outfit who was lounging on one of the library's wheeled chairs and a pale girl in a Goth outfit who had her black hair dyed with strips of teal and was drawing something on a sketch pad she was holding.

"Step inside you two." Principal Hilter said. "Schnell."

Geoff and Bridgette did as instructed and stepped into the library. They took seats on the same table as the brunette girl and looked at Principal Hilter as he began to speak.

"Attention!" The Principal exclaimed. "Very well, you all know why you are here. Sie befinden sich hier für ihre missetaten bestraft werden. Du birst in diessem raum bleiben..."

"Excuse me, sir." The brunette said. "What?"

Then the principal realized he'd been speaking a different language.

"Oh, sorry." He apologized. "What I meant to say is that you are all here to be punished for your wrongdoings and that you will not leave this room until detention is over at 2 PM. I will be in my office down the hall so if I here any ruckus I will come down. Plus, Janitor Hughes will be popping in every now and then to check on you."

"You know I have a first name right." Janitor Hughes said. "It's John."

"Sure, whatever." The Principal said, dismissing the janitor. "Any questions?"

"Yeah." The punk said. "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

"Ruhig, du dreckiger Jude!" Principal Hilter yelled. "Now, I will go. Don't make a sound!"

The Principal stormed off while Janitor Hughes remained behind and mused to himself.

"'Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?'" Hughes quoted. "That's a funny line. Maybe I could use it in one of my movies. Hell, maybe I can use this whole premise. Yes, a bunch of teens get detention a Saturday morning and while they are together in the school library they develop friendships, loves and a worthy sense of self. It's brilliant! I shall call it…'Inception'!"

Janitor Hughes immediately stormed out of the library and off to his storage closet, where he kept a typewriter.

The five teens were left in silence. They remained mostly in silence for the next ten minutes. Geoff tried to start conversation but was mostly ignored. He settled for talking quietly with Bridgette while the other three sulked in their loneliness.

However, after ten minutes had passed, the punk drew a switchblade and much to the astonishment of everybody else in the room he began to throw it in the air and catch it with one hand without getting injured. He kept doing this for several minutes until finally somebody got irritated enough to interject.

"Will you cut that out?" The brunette exclaimed, irritated.

"Why?"

"Because it's freaking me out." She answered.

"So? You're not the one in danger here." The punk replied.

"Yes, but it still puts me on edge." The girl said. "So cut it out."

"You get scared when somebody else is knife swinging." The punk said, mockingly. "You are such a chicken."

"I am not!" The preppie girl screeched.

"OK, prove it."

The punk threw the knife at the table the prep was sitting on. The blade struck the table and got stuck on it, which freaked the brunette girl, prompting everybody else to giggle save for the punk who straight out cackled.

The girl scowled fiercely and then picked up the knife. She prepared herself and then flicked the knife into the air. Suddenly, time slowed down and all the other four teens looked fixedly at the brunette's face of determination as she stared with deep concentration at the upgoing blade. Once it reached its peak, gravity took effect and the knife began to fall towards the girl. The metal tool/weapon plunged downwards, spinning slowly as the universe ran at half its regular speed…that is until the brunette actually realized that a knife was falling towards her and time sped up again as she shrieked and leaped out of the way before the knife hit the seat of the chair where she was previously seating.

A fraction of a second passed in silence until the other four teens burst out laughing at the brunette girl's terrified reaction. Initially the girl scowled at her fellow detention mates but her face soon lightened up and she began to giggle. Seconds later she had joined in the general laughter that echoed across the room.

"So what are you guys in for?" The punk, named Duncan asked.

"I got detention because I skipped class to surf." Bridgette answered.

"You skipped class to surf?" Duncan asked, curious.

"Well, I didn't really skip. I just forgot it was Wednesday. I thought it was Saturday and just went out to surf." Bridgette said, blushing in embarrassment.

"That's pretty damn stupid." Duncan said.

"Oh chill out, dude." Geoff said in a mellow tone. "Everybody mistakes the days of the week sometimes."

"Yeah but not for a whole day." Duncan objected.

"OK, what are you in here for, Mr. Badman?" Bridgette asked sassily.

"I spray painted Principal Hilter's car pink." Duncan asked, struggling to hold back his laughter.

"You did that?" Geoff asked, laughing hysterically.

Duncan nodded and both boys burst out into laughter.

"I saw that! My whole class saw that while we were doing gym! It was so freakin' cool; the principal was freaking out!" Geoff exclaimed.

"I like my work to be noticed." Duncan said proudly. "What are you in for, Geoff?"

"I got detention because I started a rave inside a classroom when the teacher left me in charge for five minutes when he went to make a photocopy." Geoff answered.

"You started a rave in five minutes?" Bridgette asked.

"I'm a pretty big party animal." Geoff said with a proud grin.

"Yeah, I remember going to one of your parties." Duncan said. "You were stone cold wasted in five minutes and tried to dive into your pool but accidentally landed into a glass of water."

"That's physically impossible." The brunette, better known as Courtney objected.

"Well maybe he didn't go into it." Duncan corrected. "I don't know, I was pretty fucking drunk."

Duncan turned to Courtney again.

"What are you in here for, gorgeous?"

"It's none of your business." Courtney proclaimed.

"Oh come on, Courtney." Bridgette said. "We all said it. Now it's your turn."

Courtney sighed.

"Fine, if you have to know…I knocked out some of my opponent's teeth on debate class because she insulted me during a debate over illegal immigration." Courtney explained.

"You knocked out her teeth?" Geoff repeated, shocked.

"His teeth and yes, I did." Courtney said.

"Apart from it being totally awesome and somehow a little arousing, it really shows you have a little temper problem, Princess." Duncan said, giving her a faux-scolding.

"Don't call me that! Besides, it was totally justified after what he called me!" Courtney exclaimed.

"What could possibly make it fair for you to permanently disfigure his jaw?" Duncan asked, incredulous.

"He called me a 'spic'." Courtney retorted, angrily.

Then, astonished silence filled the room.

"Oh, nasty." Duncan said. "Sorry, I didn't know that."

"Doesn't matter." Courtney said.

"Immigration problems are really tense nowadays." Bridgette said.

"Yeah, I bet they'll never get worse than they are now." Geoff said.

"Especially with Mexico, things will never get more tense than now with Mexico over immigration. Plus, I think that immigration laws couldn't possibly much harsher." Bridgette added.

"Never." Geoff concluded.

"Wait, why did he call you a 'spic'?" Duncan asked.

"Because I'm of Mexican heritage." Courtney pointed out, not understanding how Duncan didn't pick up on it.

"Really? I did not notice that." Duncan said.

"How could you not notice?"

"How could I?"

"Well, my skin tone, the fact that I've spoken flawless Spanish many times since we got here and the fact that my last name is 'Rodríguez'." Courtney pointed out, still incredulous to Duncan's obliviousness about her ethnicity.

"Oh right." Duncan said, realization finally dawning over him.

The detentionees turned to their final partner, the goth girl (a.k.a. Gwen). Gwen had barely spoken since the whole dialogue started; in fact, she'd only talked once to give her name.

"What about you, Gwen?" Geoff asked.

Gwen looked up from her sketchbook and looked over the four teens staring at her.

"I got detention for turning over a very much…'vaginal' art project." Gwen replied.

"What do you mean by 'vaginal'?" Courtney asked.

"It was a drawing of a vagina." Gwen replied bluntly.

The group was befuddled until Bridgette spoke up.

"Wait a minute; I've heard something about you, Gwen." Bridgette said. "You were the girl who got suspended for making out in Mr. Zism's office with…with Dawn Cranston."

"Wait, you're a…?"

"Lesbian?" Gwen said, finishing Courtney's question. "No, not really. I'm bisexual."

Immediately, a little streak of blood came from Geoff's nose and he passed out. Bridgette quickly jogged over to him and gave him CPR, which quickly revived the stunned and confused party boy.

"Huh. So why'd you make out with another girl in a teacher's office?" Courtney asked, incredulous.

"It was the heat of the moment." Gwen said. "I'd been crushing on her for a while and when the opportunity turned up I took it."

"That's pretty sweet." Bridgette said.

"More like hot!" Duncan exclaimed.

Courtney and Gwen simultaneously punched Duncan in opposite shoulders.

"Ow!" He exclaimed.

"Stop making fun of people's feelings!" The two girls said in unison.

They then looked at each other and smiled.

"I think we are going to get along well." Gwen said.

"I think we will." Courtney answered back.

"Still sucks that we got detention for something so unfair." Gwen said.

"What do you mean?" Bridgette asked.

"Well, I like women so I painted about what I liked but they gave me detention for it." Gwen explained. "They essentially gave me detention for liking girls."

"And they gave me detention for punishing somebody's racism." Courtney groaned. "That's also unfair."

"You know, maybe we can get back at this little school for that." Duncan said.

"How?"

"By pranking our dear Principal." Duncan said.

"I hardly think that will bring justice, Duncan." Bridgette said.

"Yeah but it will bring revenge against the jackass principal." Duncan said.

"Good enough for me." Gwen said.

"Me too." Geoff and Courtney added.

"Fine." Bridgette concluded.

"Alright, I have a plan." Duncan said. "But first I'm going to need some paint, a couple fire extinguishers and some tools."

"I can get paint from my locker." Gwen said.

"We could easily pull the fire extinguishers from the halls." Geoff added.

"There's some tools in the second floor supplies closet." Courtney said.

"Yeah but how are we going to get into the supply closet?" Gwen asked. "It's always locked."

"As class president I have keys to all doors in the school except for the teacher's offices." Courtney said.

The prep reached into her coat and pulled out a large set of keys.

"You are resourceful, Princess." Duncan said, impressed.

"Don't call me that." Courtney scolded. "…And thank you."

"Alright, let's go get that stuff." Duncan said.

12 PM.

Principal Hilter re-entered the library to check up on the children. He had intended to check on them earlier but he had fallen asleep in his office while watching "Happy Days", which had gotten boring in recent times.

Upon entering, the first thing he noticed was that the teenagers were no longer there. The angry Austrian man lumbered around the library, looking for the detentionees and cursing loudly in his native tongue. He didn't find the teens but he did find a red ink note in Duncan's sloppy, uneven handwriting that read:

"Went looking for hookers in L.A. Back by 2 PM."

An enraged Hilter wouldn't stand for it so he tore up the paper and ran over to the school parking lot. He decided he would find those children and drag them back to the school himself. He lumbered over to his car, which was still pink because Duncan had used extra-resistant spray paint and opened the front door.

After he took the driver's seat, the Principal put the keys on the ignition and upon turning them the front of the steering wheel where the airbag was popped open and instead of the airbag, a spray of compressed nitrogen foam shot all over him. The principal coughed and yelled angrily before shuffling out of his car and storming over to the front of the car. He pulled open the hood and accidentally tore out a string, starting a timer and igniting a ticking sound.

However, he did not initially realize the ticking noise was present because he was sprayed with yet another shot of compressed nitrogen foam. Principal Hilter backed off from his car until the spray of nitrogen foam stopped flowing and then returned to check his engine. It was at that point that he noticed the ticking sound.

He looked around his engine to see where it came from and as the ticking grew louder and faster he still couldn't find it…that is until he looked at the underside of his car's hood. There he saw a small package attached with tape. The ticking suddenly stopped and while he looked at the package, it suddenly exploded, letting forth a huge wave of red paint that sprayed all over the front of the principal's body.

Principal Hilter yelled in exasperation and threw a brief tantrum before collapsing on the floor out of frustration, almost reduced to tears.

From inside the school building, the five detention inflicted students watched the sight with pure joy. They burst into laughter and mocked their authoritarian principal as he became the butt of a very humiliating slapstick prank.

"How did you do all of that, dude?" Geoff asked.

"I'm good with cars." Duncan said. "Older brother taught me."

"We should get back to the library and pretend we only left for a minute." Gwen said.

"Did you finish rigging the security cameras, Princess?" Duncan asked.

"It'll be like we only left for a minute when he came to look for us." Courtney replied. "…And don't call me that."

"You know you love it." Duncan said.

"Whatever."

"This was pretty fun guys." Bridgette said.

"We should hang out together more." Geoff suggested.

"Yeah." Gwen, Courtney and Duncan replied.

…And hang out together more they most certainly did.

Alright, there's the first chapter and I'd like your opinion.

It's a very clear homage to the classic 1985 teen comedy "The Breakfast Club" by John Hughes.

Regarding the setting, I made it a small time close to L.A., so it's a compromise. A lot of the events will take place in the small town (less than half an hour away from the big city) and a lot will take place in the ironically named city of angels.

Please review.

Gracias Totales,
Mr. Panama Red.