Ohyaho everyone! CJzilla here! Welcome to the first installment of "Total Drama Island: Youth Tour"! WOO!

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In this chapter, you will meet the 22 campers; 11 boys and 11 girls. Enjoy.

As I stomp all over this city, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Love on me… hate on me… I don't care.

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Total Drama Island: Youth Tour

Chapter 1

Meet the Campers

Over a dense Canadian forest of an undisclosed location, a camera chopper soared just above the tree tops. The green foliage went on for miles and miles, no roads or building anywhere within sight. Suddenly the forest gave way and a pristine yet lonesome Canadian lake came out of no where. This was massive lake was Lake Wanawanaka. Flying over the calm, freshwater lake the camera helicopter fixed on a large island with thick pine plumes, sandy beaches and a high-rising cliff on one side. Zooming in, a humble summer camp was seen situated on the island; two cabins, one mess hall, an outhouse, a communal bathhouse, a shed and a large dock that stretched out into Lake Wanawanaka. Then a single man could be seen on the dock in a blue shirt, brown jeans, perfectly coifed hair, five-o'clock shadow, beady eyes and a cocky smile on across his immaculate white teeth.

"Heeeeeeellooooo to everyone in the viewing audience!" He waved at the camera. "And welcome back to Total… Drama… Island!" The man gave a chuckle. "Missed me? I know you did! I'm Chris McClean, the handsome host to this wonderfully twisted reality show!"

As the camera moved, he turned his body.

"For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about or are just waking up from a coma, let me elaborate on why such a fine-looking man as myself, is out in the middle of nowhere." Chris McClean tossed a thumb over his shoulder to the dingy looking camp. "That behind me is Camp Wanawanaka and we are in the middle of the wild Canadian wilderness! Filming somewhere in Muskoka, Canada; specific location: wouldn't you like to know." Laughing, he moved with the camera. "Twenty-two ordinary teens have been chosen to participate in a beautiful Wanawanaka summer! They will spend the entire summer sleeping on lumpy beds filled with unmentionables of the outdoors; no outlets, no phones and no Internet access and the only way off Isla Total Drama is by getting voted off by their fellow campers. Sound horrific? I know! That's why I'm hosting this horror-fest for the next batch of campers!"

Letting out a sadistic chuckle, the showbiz man sucked his teeth.

"And now I am expecting the first eleven campers. Arriving on the beautiful Lake Wanawanaka Camper Currier, that yacht will be the last taste of civilization these teens will experience for two and a half months. Sound fun? Oh it is, my pretties, it is. Let's see who's first to arrive." As those words left his smirking mouth, a big white yacht blew its horn. Pulling carefully up to the dock, it released its first victim. "Hey… It's Marissa."

A slim sixteen-year-old girl hopped off of the boat, an art canvas under her arm, no shoes on her feet and her green eyes twinkling. Taking a big inhale of the fresh Canadian forest air, Marissa smiled before she made her way over to Chris McClean, her waist length twin ebony braids flowing with her movement.

"It's just Rissa, Chris." Finally she smiled to the impatient host. As the beads of her moss green shoulder poncho rattled slightly, she set her bags down at his feet she offered him her hand. "Camp Wanawanaka sure is beautiful."

Chris offered a friendly smile that he clearly cultivated over years of showbiz and shook her paint-speckled hand.

"The island sure has that rustic flair about it. But don't worry; its charms wear off FAR before you expect them to." His comment got a concerned look out of the girl. Rissa took her hand from his. "You know how you were told that Camp Wanawanaka is nature's paradise?" Rissa nodded. "It ain't. It's so full of cameras and underpaid cameramen that it's practically a wildlife documentary set."

The look of horror steadily crept onto Rissa's face.

"Now get your stuff to the end of the dock! The rest of the campers are about to arrive!" Chris pointed. Rissa grabbed her stuff and sighed as she walked to the edge of the dock. Chuckling a little, Chris turned to the nearest camera.

"I love messing with teens… They're so trusting." He leaned into the camera shot, being as obnoxious as he could. "Well, guess what ALL you wannabe campers out there! Hollywood lied! Oh yeah. On Star Trek's "The Wrath of Khan", Khan's pecks WEREN'T real!" Chris laughed knowing that hundreds of Trekkie fans out there were bawling into their Dr. Spock plushy. "Yeah, fakes! Sorry but that's showbiz! But this is a reality TV show and I'm all about exploiting the adolescent awkwardness of our budding campers. And it looks like we have our next camper coming up fast!"

Shielding his eyes against the sun, McClean saw the yacht in the distance. Just as the boat was almost docking, an average built five-foot-seven sixteen-year-old jumped off of its bow. Doing a double flip, the boy landed, crouching as he did with his bags in his hands. Chris began clapping slowly as the boy stood.

"Impressive, Kenny." The man stated, angry that the spotlight was momentarily stolen from him. Adjusting his prescription glasses, Kenny didn't even bother re-buttoning his flannel vest over a t-shirt that said "Way of The Grunge".

Sweeping his medium length hair from his eyes, the sixteen-year-old scanned the island.

"Hey… this isn't the Muy Thai Kickboxing camp I signed up for…" Shooting Chris a questioning look, Kenny saw that the man was smiling devilishly. Narrowing his green eyes, the teen knew he'd been tricked.

"This is Muskoka dude; there's no Muy Thai Kickboxing Master for miles! They're too smart to get within six-hundred miles of Camp Wanawanaka." Chris gave a sadistic smirk. Then he tossed a thumb to his right. "Join Rissa at the end of the dock and hang."

Kenny scowled at the man but then his eyes came to the slim but still curvy form of Rissa. His eyes widened in nervousness as he began moving to the end of the dock and the pretty girl standing there.

Watching the boy go, Chris shook his head with a smile. Winking at the camera, the hammy TV host looked up to see the yacht pulling in again. A feminine giggle was heard over the boat's loud motor.

"Yoo-Hoo! Chris!" A beautiful tan girl in red high-heels, black and white graphic jacket, white tube-top and a black tiered mini-skirt stood on her tip-toes as she waved from the boat. As the yacht pulled up to the dock, the sixteen-and-a-half-year-old hopped to the deck with professional precision; not to mention that she was in four-inch heels.

"Welcome Kanani." Then he noticed the mound of bags she had up on the yacht. "Good to see you… came prepared."

Kanani giggled.

"Oh ever since those fashions shoot in Rio, I will never leave home without my essentials." The teen supermodel looked off, twirling a finger around a lock of her long, knee-length honey-colored hair. Then she noticed something. Bringing her light blue eyes to Chris she gave him a curious look. "Uh… where is my personal trailer? I want my mango-pineapple smoothie now."

Chris chuckled, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Kanani this is summer camp. Your personal trailer is a bunk with the other girls." The man couldn't stop smiling at the look on Kanani's supermodel face. The sixteen-and-a-half-year-old supermodel suddenly smoldered.

"Oh! You're lucky I halfway respect you since you are not a no-talent young movie star!" Huffing, the tan beauty folded her arms and glared off. Chris cocked a brow.

"I'm… gonna take that as a compliment, Kanani." Shaking off the confusion, the TV host directed her to the end of the dock. "Now if you please… take your two million bags and wait with Kenny and Rissa."

With her nose still I the air, Kanani began the process of moving her bags to the opposite end of the dock. Watching her, Chris looked at the nearest camera.

"She has more baggage than a Boeing 747." Then he leaned into the camera and made a circle with his finger. The classic crazy sign. "And I ain't talking 'bout the suitcases either, bra."

The yacht blew its horn and dropped of the next camper.

"Russell… welcome amigo." Chris gave the six-foot-five-inch seventeen-year-old a welcoming salute. The teen held a duffle bag and cases and cases of camera equipment.

"Uh… yeah." Russell squeezed out, eyeing the other teens across the dock. Nervously fiddling with the camera around his neck, he glanced quickly back at Chris. "Where do I set up for the shoot?"

Chris was about to reply when Kanani called over to him.

"A-HA! See?! This really is a photo shoot! And you were just pulling my leg!" The tan supermodel walked over to Chris and Russell, her high-heels clicking on the wooden dock. Coming up to Chris she grinned. "I know my photography nerds." She pointed to the quivering Russell. "This gangly boy is going to take my pictures! Hold on; let me take off my shirt."

Behind his Buddy Holley glasses, Russell's eyes nearly shot out of his head as Kanani began yanking off her shirt. Chris just laughed.

"We were going to save the streaking for later on in the season, Kanani." By that time the sixteen-and-a-half-year-old supermodel pulled off her shirt, revealing a black bikini top. Without missing a beat, Kanani stuck her nose in the air.

"Nude portraits cost extra." Getting a crazy look from Chris and a flushed face from Russell, the Hawaiian-French girl folded her arms. The TV host rolled his eyes.

"No, Kanani. You really are at a summer camp in the middle of Muskoka, Canada; not Paris. This is Russell; a fellow camper who was tricked into thinking Camp Wanawanaka was some sort of photography camp." That got a gasp out of Russell. "Please put your shirt back on and the both of you get to the other side of the dock!" He pointing to her pile of bags.

Once again, Kanani walked back over to, muttering curses under her breath. Russell followed timidly at Chris's orders. Just before Chris could make some snappy comment into the camera, the yacht's horn blew again. Jumping at the sudden sound, Chris turned to look into the eyes of the next camper.

"All right, Whight mah man! How's it going?!" The TV host heartily shook the hand of fifteen-year-old Whight. The teen gave an easy smirk.

"It's going slow an' easy, Chris." The averagely built boy with deep brown, shoulder-length hair shrugged his guitar case back onto his shoulder. He wore a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a necklace with a silver ring charm.

"Park it at the end of the dock, Whight." Chris pointed to the four teens at the end of the dock. Hauling his guitar and suitcase to the other teens, Whight gave Rissa a tiny friendly smile, to which the raven-haired beauty returned.

Chris snickered.

"Next victim please." He said to the camera as the yacht pulled up again. The front of the boat was graced with an extra-ordinarily curvy of a sixteen-year-old girl with long, black, wavy hair. "Hey Milan. How ya doin'?"

Hopping off of the boat, Milan smiled sweetly at the TV host.

"Oh, just fine, thanks for asking Chris!" Milan replied cheerily, her large chest looked as if it could explode out of her ridiculously tiny pink baby-tee. The fabric looked strained and the PRINCESS insignia on it was stretched to where you could almost hear the letters crying. "Camp is going to be SO fun! I can tell. My mom says I have a great TV face!"

Chris couldn't help the evil smile that came to his face.

"Among other things… And don't you worry about camp, Milan; it's gonna be a scream! Now pop a squat at the end of the dock." He motioned for her to join the other campers. Smiling she walked down the dock to the other teens, her high white pumps clicking on the wood.

As soon as she got to the end of the dock, she dropped her bags and squatted much to the confusion of the other campers, Chris and the cameramen.

"Is this good Chris?!" Milan called to him, her denim mini skirt thankfully stretching with her awkward position. Chris slapped his forehead.

"I just meant for you to meet and mingle with the other campers. It was an expression, Milan." He returned, shaking his head. Milan stood.

"Oh… A Canadian expression! I see!" Now that everything was clear, she turned to the other campers. "Hi! I'm Milan!" She waved at all the teens. Kanani was still miffed about getting no photo shoot so she barely made eye-contact; Rissa smiled and introduced herself while Whight shook her hand. Russell and Kenny just shuffled their feet, trying to keep their eyes off of her… assets.

From across the dock, Chris snickered.

"There's nothing better than seeing hormonally charged teens interact. This is no longer a reality TV series… It's now specimen study!" He laughed at his own joke as the boat pulled in with the next camper. Looking up he saw a shaky hand grab the railing of the yacht. "And that would be Taylor." Then Chris leaned into the camera, hand cupped to the side of his mouth as he whispered. "This girl seriously hates the water." Snickering at the irony he heard a "thump" on the deck.

There was a sixteen-year-old five-foot-nine goth girl, Taylor, on her stomach as her bags were coldly thrown onto her.

"Taylor! I hope the boat ride was smooth and… relaxing." Okay; he was just antagonizing the girl. Peeling herself out from under her bags, Taylor puffed a lock of her brown hair out of her face. Straightening her red top, making sure the black heart insignia on it was perfectly straight, she dusted off her black jeans and knelt to tie her skater shoes.

Looking up the girl glanced over the island.

"Where is the skate park? I was told Camp Wanawanaka had a skate park and five star rooms." Taylor asked. But as soon as that question popped out of her mouth, Chris was smiling like a devilish idiot and the goth got the message. "There is no skate park… IS there?"

Though her dark brown eyes were turning black with anger, Chris simply smiled back.

"There are five star accommodations… if you were a raccoon." He smirked. "Oh and just so you know, Taylor. The only way off of Camp Wanawanaka is by boat."

Taylor shot the man a venom-glare. Swiping up her bags, she moved to the end of the dock, her face just as red as the red streak of hair on the left side of her head. Watching her go, Chris turned to the camera.

"And I thought goth-skaters came out after nightfall." He said not-so-quietly. Taylor turned and glared. Chris ignored it as the next camper climbed off of the boat, skinning his knees in the process. "Allister… nice to have you with us." Giving a welcoming yet entertained smile, Chris watched as the five-foot-five-inch seventeen-year-old scrambled to get to his feet. Allister turned, his skinny, slouching frame hidden by a purple and orange hoodie. "Grab your bags, dude and I hope you like the outdoors because I give you five minuets to live."

The boy's brown eyes widened for a quick second before he shuffled to the end of the dock and did his best to go invisible as the other teens looked him over. Chris couldn't get enough of the awkwardness.

"And once the rare loner-beast is forced to socialize of other of his own species, he initiates his defense mechanism: going invisible. Not anyone can do that. Only those with nada for self-esteem can pull off such a feat!" And that was his best Mutual of Omaha. "All right; enough with the jokes… Bring on the next victim-I mean camper."

The white boat pulled up and spat out the ninth camper.

"Trista! Welcome to summer camp!" Chris greeted. The sixteen-year-old with long wavy red hair and emerald green eyes gave a little grin at the TV host.

"Thanks Chris." Trista nodded, her crisp dark blue jeans set off her modest red shirt and leather jacket. Chris was bored with her all ready.

"To the end of the dock." He flicked his thumb to the right. The man's nonchalant command made Trista's blood boil and as she grabbed her bags and walked past him, she stomped his foot.

Holding in a scream of pain and fighting off tears, Chris cleared his throat before shooting Trista a glare. The red head returned his stare with an animalistic scowl. Rolling his eyes, Chris went back to welcoming the tenth camper.

"Lily! Glad you could make it!" Another girl with ebony hair and blue eyes gracefully landed on the dock. Fifteen-years old, Lily stared at her sandals as her sun-dress moved in the wind. "Get to the end of the dock please; I know it's crowded but that's nothing compared to the bunk arrangements." Chris laughed but Lily gasped.

Taking her bags, including her violin case, Lily rushed to the end of the dock. She was met by a clueless looking Milan and a smiling Rissa.

"Hi Lily." Rissa grinned, seeing that the fifteen-year-old girl was very shy. "I'm Rissa. This is Milan, Kanani, Allister, Trista, Taylor, Kenny, Russell and Whight." Lily barely took her eyes off of her sandals.

"You've got the cutest sun-dress! And you play the violin! That's amazing! I can play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the ATM machine! That's my music experience." Milan carried on, giggling. Only the girls looked her in the eye while the boys just stared at her shirt. Lily gave a quiet, grateful smile at the curvy Milan and Rissa, who were talking to her nicely.

Kinda surprised at Lily's hasty retreat, Chris shrugged and focused on the next camper to pull up in the yacht. A chubby sixteen-year-old boy hopped to the dock, an excited smile on his face and wild auburn hair from the speedy boat trip.

"Hola Adam! What's up?" Chris pounded a fist on Adam's.

"It's awesome to be here, Chris! I even brought my toothbrush and lucky underwear!" The boy was clearly being funny, but Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Dude; we're all hoping you brought your toothbrush and undies!" He gestured for the other eleven campers, a slightly disgusted look on his face. Adam just laughed it off.

"But I'm gonna win this! I have the magical power of lucky undergarments on my side!" Adam laughed, making the other campers give a chuckle. Then he waved at the other teens. "HEY fellow campers!"

The boys and most of the girls, save Kanani and Taylor, waved back. Chris put a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"Then take your lucky unders and butt to the end of the dock, bra." He pointed. Adam grabbed his bags and walked to the end of the dock, smiling at all of the other teens.

Chris turned to the nearest camera and smiled an impeccable smile.

"You have just seen the first eleven campers! Quite a collection of the colorful campers, but we still have eleven more to go. Let's see who opens up for this next batch of teens." As those words left his mouth, the white yacht was powering toward the dock. Then a loud guitar riff was heard.

As the boat pulled up, everyone saw a five-foot-seven-inch tall seventeen-year-old with dark Aviator sunglasses and short blue rocker hair standing in front of a huge speaker screaming out an 80's guitar riff. The music clicked off as the girl dropped to the dock.

"Casey; looking lovely today." Chris smirked. The seven-teen-year-old girl was dressed in a tight black t-shirt with the collar, sleeves and belly ripped off, light brown short-shorts and calf-high biker boots. Not to mention all of the tattoos covering her arms, legs, neck and sides.

Mulling the toothpick in her mouth, Casey's lips curled into a smirk.

"The two-bit summer camp gives you a little class, McClean." She smirked when Chris gave an angry chuckle.

"Glad to see your parents untied you and let you out of the basement for this, Casey." He replied, his celebrity smile still unchanged. The war of words had only gotten started. Casey chuckled, shaking her head.

"Yeah and they said to tell you "hi"." The girl took her toothpick from her mouth and flicked it at the TV host. The tiny, wet stick hit him between the eyes.

Disgusted, Chris narrowed his eyes angrily at her. She just smirked back, her eyes not seen though her dark glasses. Picking up her duffle bag, Casey walked to the end of the dock. As the other campers tried to look through her dark shades, the seventeen-year-old just gave them a stare that passed right through them.

"Whoa! Cool ink!" Adam ooed, daring only to glance over her arm. Milan agreed.

"Wow! That's a lot of tattoos!" But the curvy and rich Milan kept right on going. "One time, I got a temporary tattoo and my mom freaked out 'cause she thought it was permanent. It was totally a temporary and besides, it was on my butt! No one could see it unless I bent down really far."

With that, Milan bent down really far, making Casey flinch.

"See? The little bunny's gone!" She pointed. Casey held her hand in front of her eyes.

Casey gave a quiet groan to which Chris laughed.

"Some campers just have no shame, which makes for good television." Chris said to the nearest camera as the yacht pulled up again. Off the boat jumped a seventeen-year-old boy with black hair and beaming hazel eyes. "Alex. Glad you can work Camp Wanawanaka into your busy schedule."

The boy chuckled.

"Like I'd miss a great summer in the outdoors." Alex looked over the island, cringing slightly at the homely camp. "Okay… I heard there was gonna be a tennis court here."

Chris shook his head.

"The only court Camp Wanawanaka has is the food court… but you signed the wavers so there's nothing to worry about." The TV host grinned. Gulping, Alex walked over to the other kids, giving them all smiles.

"Tennis… Ha!" Chris wiped his eyes. "The only serving anyone on Wanawanaka does is time." With that obscure joke leaving his mouth, the yacht released the thirteenth camper. A sixteen-year-old girl jumped to the dock with a skateboard under her arm and her black hoodie covering her face, giving her a menacing appearance. "Hiya Nicol."

The girl's hazel eyes went from the TV host to the camp before she pulled of her hood. Short, black and spiky hair and a scowl greeted the world. The other campers flinched.

"Where is the skate park? I was promised a skate park." Nicol looked McClean right in the eye. Chris gave a big, amused smile.

"There is no skate park. The only shredding you can do is on dirt, but please feel free to do so. This show could use more awesome wipeouts." Nicol's scowl deepened dangerously as she tightened her hand on her board. Chris just kept on annoying her. "Hey, turn that frown upside-down. It's not like you're in the middle of nowhere, wasting a perfect youthful summer with complete strangers, a privacy-invading camera crew and the entire viewing world watching your every move… oh wait…" That got a cackle out of the man.

Nicol grabbed her bags, shot McClean another glare and walked to the end of the dock. The other campers stepped to the side, allowing the scary looking teen to pass. Taylor looked to Nicol's skateboard, then to her and then gave an approving nod.

Chris sighed happily.

"I never get tired of those reactions… And it looks like Kassie is up next for a Wanawanakan summer!" The yacht pulled to the dock. A fifteen-year-old girl clamored over the side of the boat and landed loudly on her blue flip-flops. "Kassie… Welcome."

"Oh thanks, Chris! You know, every time I see you that dimple on your chin moves!" Kassie cheered. As Chris slapped a hand over his chin, Casey roared with laughter. Kassie giggled. "Just kidding, Chris." Then she looked at the camp. "Wow… Are we gonna hear banjos sometime because this camp looks like a place you'd hear that eerie banjo music…?"

"No banjos, just the sound of young teens' dreams breaking." Chris narrowed his eyes at Kassie, hand still clapped over his mouth. "Get your bags to the end of the dock." Tossing a thumb over his shoulder, the man directed the funny girl. Kassie giggled and rolled her bags to the end of the dock.

Casey high-fived her as she passed as did Adam, Kanani and Taylor and by a cheery yet oblivious Milan. Clearing his throat, Chris looked to the nearest camera.

"Anyway… Here comes our next camper." The white yacht allowed a seventeen-year-old boy with a muscular build to hop off. Just by that smirk on his face, you knew that this boy was trouble. "Todd, welcome my brother." Chris pumped his fist.

Todd nodded, his brown eyes setting off his fiery red hair.

"I needed a new playground." Then Todd's eyes came to the other campers, specifically the girls. "Well, HELLO ladies." Zipping past Chris, the seventeen-year-old walked up to the steadily growing group of teens. Setting down his bags, Todd opened his arms. "All right… Who's first? What about you Shades?" He leered at Casey. "And you Malibu?" He smirked at Kanani. "Candy Thighs?" He looked at Milan. "Oooh and look at the bombshell!" He clicked his tongue at Taylor. "Hey gorgeous. You wanna talk about poetry and the dead?" Immediately he stereotyped the goth sixteen-year-old.

Taylor growled, being more partial to skateboarding than poetry.

"Buzz off pinhead." She snapped, glaring off.

"Ooo… SPICY!" Todd hissed wolfishly. Without missing a beat, he made his rounds with the girls but nearly got kicked in the crotch by Nicol.

Chris laughed.

"There's one in every family… And reality TV show; I know, because I picked this guy out. Nothing like a little flirting to tick everyone off." McClean giggled. "Now let's introduce our next camper. The big white boat yielded the next boy. "Jason. Welcome to the party."

A seventeen-year-old punk rocker jumped off of the boat. He had spiky brown hair, dark green eyes, a dark green jacket customized with all sorts of pins and chains and a pair of red and blue 3D glasses.

"Well, now it is officially a party." Jason commented, shaking Chris's hand. "Did you know that when the ancient Aztecs threw parties, they sometimes sacrificed virgins?" Chris gave him a crazy look. "But mostly llamas and prisoners of war."

"O-okay… Please inform the other campers that we are not Aztecs." Chris threw his thumb over his shoulder, ready to get rid of the walking encyclopedia. Smirking, Jason walked to the end of the dock, eyeing Casey, Kanani and Taylor.

The yacht pulled up and a fifteen-and-a-half-year-old girl with shoulder-length, frizzy blond hair vaulted over the railing and landed into Chris's personal space.

"Ciao Chris!" The girl leaned closer, her blue-gray eyes wide and staring into his.

Chris took a step to the side and forced his smile.

"Hey Ce-Di. You ready for camp?" McClean questioned, trying to distract her from getting any closer. Ce-Di laughed loudly.

"Yeah! You know, when I was eight, my parents sent be to a camp just like this one. Er, not totally, but I had tons of fun! There were these big guys in white suits that kept chasing me telling me to "TAKE MY MEDICINE"!" Ce-Di rattled off so fast that you had to take an extra second to comprehend it all. "You like my socks! I mugged a circus clown to get the stripy one!"

She stood on the tip-toes of her white sneakers, showing the TV host her one green and blue plaid sock and the other orange with purple polka dots.

"That's cool Ce-Di-" Chris began but was cut off by the fifteen-and-a-half-year-old girl giggling loudly.

"No. Cool is technically when the temperature drops below seventy degrees. Who thought that one up? I sure didn't. It's kinda inaccurate; I mean my mom says it's still hot at sixty! But she's part polar bear and my dad's part grizzly, so I guess that makes me a panda-!" Ce-Di continued to rattle off before Chris cut her off.

"Ce-Di! Look! Something shiny over by the other campers!" Chris pointed at Jason's teardrop earrings. Ce-Di squealed, taking her bags and ran over to the other teens. McClean breathed a sigh of relief when Ce-Di moved on. "Spazzes; I'm pretty sure the laboratory will want Ce-Di back after the show."

As those words left his mouth, the yacht pulled up, suddenly covered in political stickers and flyers. Dropping off a six-teen-year-old girl, the boat sped off like the dock was on fire.

"Katroina! You got everything you need for a Wanawanaka summer?" Chris questioned, like he really cared. The dark blond nodded.

"Of course! I wouldn't come into the wilderness without my bug-spray, sun-block, and political flyers!" Katroina handed Chris a flyer with her favorite political representative on it. Chris blinked at the flyer.

"Okay…" He drawled before regaining his smile. "I'm sure the other campers need a flyer too… waaaaaay over there." Nodding and smiling brightly, Katroina walked over to the other campers. Subtly, Chris wadded up his flyer and tossed it into the lake, hitting a wading seagull in the process.

"Hiya everyone! I'm Katroina! Just let me pass out these flyers. Nothing like a good politician to break the ice, huh?" She passed out the flyers, to which the campers timidly or reluctantly took. "There. Everyone got one?"

Milan looked at her paper but then glanced at Trista's. Giving the red head a pouty look, Trista rolled her eyes and switched flyers with Milan, making her happy again. Katroina smiled as she saw the other teens looking at the flyers but then she saw Todd stick his gum in one, Allister sneeze on his, Adam disinterestedly putting it in his back pocket and Casey's mouth creasing in annoyance at her.

"Look; I'm interested in my future! Politicians are very important to OUR future." Katroina gestured. The other campers kinda shuffled uncomfortably.

"Uh… thanks Katroina…" Kassie voiced carefully so she didn't offend the girl. Rissa nodded in agreement.

From across the dock, Chris giggled.

"Nothing like a little politics to get everyone uncomfortable." He smiled at the camera. The yacht pulled up, clean of stickers and flyers to drop off the next… oddball. "Hey Nick. Nice bag."

It was true. This sixteen-year-old boy was wearing brown paper bag on his head. Chuckling, Nick shook Chris's hand. Other than not knowing what his face looks like, the boy was in a normal blue t-shirt, heavy blue jeans and ordinary sneakers.

"Thanks Chris. Good thing I punched eye-holes in this thing, huh?" That got a sincere laugh out of the TV host. Without another word, the boy with the bag on his head moved over to the other campers.

He got a stare down.

"OMG! Why do you have your lunch bag on your head?" Milan questioned, getting a suppressed snicker out of Casey, Jason, Adam and Todd. Nick was about to answer when Ce-Di chimed in for him.

"Maybe he's got a huge ZIT on his face! Or maybe he's so gorgeous that he didn't want to blind us with his good looks!" The blond cheered. Milan squealed and jumped up and down with Ce-Di.

As the girls giggled and squealed together, the yacht pulled up again. Out jumped a short fifteen-year-old oriental guy. He had a bowl cut on his midnight black hair, baggy orange hoodie, fuzzy lips and baggy white shorts.

"Conroy! How was the boat ride?" Chris asked. Conroy wheezed a little and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

"Fine. Why? You think I can't handle a little boat ride over your little lake?! Oh! I see… Okay well, let me show you just how much I love the water!" Conroy promptly jumped off of the dock and into the lake. Chris slapped his forehead as the angry fifteen-year-old dog-paddled in front of him. "See! I love the water! I'm even adding to the lake's water level!" And he promptly peed in the water.

"Oh man… Just-… Conroy, just don't drown. Save that for later on in the season." Chris couldn't even look at him. The psycho fifteen-year-old saluted and continued to splash in the water. Chris looked at the nearest camera. "His application said he was an adventurous stuntman."

Rolling his eyes, Chris watched the yacht bring the last camper to the island. Nearly missing the splashing Conroy. The boat pulled to a stop. Jumping out was a seventeen-year-old blond boy with a pink shirt, a sweater tied over his shoulders and immaculately pressed white pants. He had a golf bag around his shoulder and as he glanced at Chris, the other campers and more importantly the island, he scowled.

"Excuse me! Where is the golf course?! The day spa?! The CIVILIZATION!" The boy snarled, his baby blue eyes sharpening at Chris.

"Howard, dude; there's no golf course, civilization and there sure as heck ain't a day spa. You signed up for camp." Howard's jaw hit the dock.

"I was told I was on a luxury vacation with a golf-course, day spa, five-star housing and CIVILIZATION!" The blond boy's tantrum mussed his slick blond hair. Chris only smiled, happy because this was making great television.

"Nope. Sorry, bra. This is Camp Wanawanaka. Maybe you should have put down the putter and read the paper you signed." McClean tried not to snicker. Howard snarled.

"This unacceptable! Howard J. Philips II is NOT staying here!" He looked at the other campers. "LOOK at this FREAKSHOW! We have a bag-head, a nature-freak, some chubby let-back and a reject from Milan's runways!" He referred to Kanani, Rissa, Adam and Nick… not necessarily in that order, getting scowls from all of the teens. Howard turned back to the yacht only to find it anchored out of his reach. "COME BACK!"

"You signed it, Howard. Tough toenails; now get your bags and mingle with the other campers." Chris grinned sadistically as he watched the teen stomp to the other campers.

When Howard came to the other campers he was met with glares from the other teens and a smirk from Casey.

"What are you smiling at? How can you even see me? You're blind! I can't BE-lieve they let a tattooed blind girl onto this-ACK!" Howard was referring to Casey's dark shades when she slammed him into a head-lock, licked her finger and drove it into his ear.

The other campers roared with laughter when they saw Howard getting a Wet-Willy. Casey held him in a head-lock before yanking his shirt over his head and tripping him. Howard fumbled around on the dock before he got his expensive polo shirt off of his head.

"Blue-haired harpy!" He snarled, blushing in anger. Casey laughed as did the others campers.

"Oooo! Trust-fund kitty has some claws." She leaned down and smiled at him. The seventeen-year-old girl stood and set her arm on Allister's shoulder, much to his shock. "Welcome to the rest of your summer, princess!"

Casey and Howard had a brief stare down when Chris broke up the… fight.

"Easy, Casey. We still need to take the group photo." The TV host walked up to the campers, photography camera in his hands. Then he looked over at the other teens. "All right we need a nice group shot for the promos! That means you Conroy!" The fifteen-year-old oriental kid got out of the water, shook like a dog and joined the other campers. "Remember to smile like you mean it!"

Hopping onto the yacht's bow, camera in hand, Chris held it up to his eye.

"Everyone get into position!" The campers fumbled around to stand beside each other and smile. "All right… Say "TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!"

"TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!!"

Click.

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!