Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to their creators and I'm not making a profit from this story in any way other than personal joy. ;)

Warning: This story contains mild cursing, some violence, and a few mature themes. (Also, this isn't in line with my TDROTU canon timeline. So, not a sequel.)

~A/N~ I promised another competition story, and BOOM! Here it is out of the blue. Basically, the title and summary say all, but for those of you still left puzzled for some reason, this is a World Tour story (sooooo original, huh?) featuring campers from all three generations of players. Songs aren't likely to appear, seeing as how my song-writing is terrible at every level and should never be seen by the public eye. Ships will be small on scale and few and far between, but the romance will be here in some form. Most plots will focus on alliances and strategies, not character development, though there will be some of that. I wanted to make this story different from other WT stories, but in the end, my ideas weren't fit for such a format, so hopefully a vanilla World Tour will suffice.

Anyways, thanks in advance for reviews, favs, and follows, and I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will. Now, let's get the show started!

Episode 1: Mellow Yellowstone (Part I)

Chris McLean sipped coffee from his styrofoam cup as the wind blew his gorgeous hair over his head. Planes of many shapes, sizes, and colors lined the runways as a flock of snow geese honked overhead. Chris turned to the camera and grinned a signature McLean smile, complete with sparkling teeth.

"Welcome back, TD fans! It's been a while, but I'm back with an all new seventh season, (or sixth if you're the producers), of your favorite reality program. For six seasons, you've watched over fifty teens, a full grown hag, and a coconut compete in a plethora of daunting challenges, endure the emotional strain of reality television, and use whatever they deem fit to win the grand prize of one... million... dollars!"

The camera followed Chris as the host strolled down the asphalt, stopping in front of a parked bus. "But now, we're going back to the classics and throwing eighteen of our most notorious players into a whole new global adventure for the million. There will be pain, there will be gain, and there will be plenty of shame for our players. And speaking of these rejects, let's bring them out!"

The bus doors opened with a hiss and the camera zoomed in on the impending arrivals. "From our original cast, welcome back Courtney, Geoff, and Owen!" The trio stepped off in said order.

Courtney scoffed, turning up her nose as she walked past Chris, her arms crossed and a sneer on her face.

"Yeah, man!" Geoff erupted with hype as he hopped down the stairs. "Great to be back after so long!"

"Great to have you back, man," Chris said, bumping knuckles with the party dude. "And without Bridgette too?"

Geoff let out a sigh. "Yeah, but at least I can focus on the game this time. Trust me, man. I have a plan."

"I can't wait to see it..." Chris rolled his eyes in annoyance and shooed Geoff past the camera.

"Woohoo!" came Owen as he stormed off the bus. "So hyped to-" He quickly looked around to see the runway and planes. Less than a second later, he was screaming. "Noooo!" The chubby teen turned around and tried to hide in the bus, but smashed straight into the side of the vehicle.

Chris approached the downed competitor. "Dude, I thought you were over your fear of flying."

Owen turned over and sighed. "Yeah, it's coming back up, like that time I ate thirty baked potatoes and puked on my-"

"Too much info, bro," Chris cringed. He shook himself clean of the disgust and turned to the open doors. "Also from our original cast... Noah, Izzy, and Eva!"

Izzy leapt onto Owen's gut, causing the boy to squawk in pain. "Hey, Izzy fans! Guess who's back!"

Eva stomped off the bus and sighed bitterly. "Don't care..."

Noah snorted as he stepped onto the runway. "Pfft. Let me guess... You? Yeah, the suspense is killing me."

The six originals cleared the way as Chris snapped his fingers. "From Revenge of the Island, it's Brick and Jo!"

Both teens marched down the steps, but Jo hit the ground first.

"Ha! Beat ya, Captain Whizz!" Jo pumped her fist in victory as Brick crossed his arms, giving her a glare of disdain.

"Hey, I would've made it if you hadn't tripped me in the aisle."

"Yeah, yeah," Jo mocked her comrade as the duo walked by Chris. She kicked the loose rocks along the ground as she went, leaving Brick to salute the host and press on.

"Also playing this season is Lightning!"

Lightning slid to the ground and flexed his muscles. "Oh yeah! Lightning's here to win the cool sha-million!" He walked into the crowd and pushed Noah aside to take his place in line. "Move, nerdette."

Noah sneered at Lightning and tapped his foot, just imagining him falling from the plane and terminal velocity. Jo shared in the gaze, but couldn't help smirking.

"Scott's also back!"

The dirt farmer emerged from the bus and smelled his pits before sharing a venomous glare with a certain CIT. They looked away from each other as if they were deformed.

"Sup, bro?" Geoff extended his hand for a high five, but Scott shrugged it off.

"I don't hand slap. Plus, I've got bigger fish to fry." He shot another nod at a silent Courtney.

"Oh, uh, sure, man. All's cool," Geoff backed away in embarrassment as Scott stood beside Lightning and Owen.

"And... Dawn and Zoey!"

Both girls stepped out, the former calm and collected, but the latter nervous and twitchy.

"Greetings, friends." Dawn bowed at the other teens. Brick waved politely, but no one else budged.

Dawn's mouth curved in disappointment and she joined the team.

Zoey looked from Owen to Noah to Izzy to Jo to Lightning and to Chris. "Uh, hey, everybody," she said, tucking her arms behind her back and posing adorably, refusing to let the nerves take her.

"Hey! I'm Owen!" the large buffoon smiled through his slight paranoia.

"Oh, I knew that. I was-"

"Bor-ring!" Chris gagged. "Enough of the awkward intros. Ahem, now it's time to meet our returnees from our last season: Pahkitew Island! Welcome, Rodney and Jasmine!"

The farmboy stepped off smiling and waved to the others. Jasmine followed behind and after a quick "Mornin," she was standing with and towering above the others.

"Sky and the moody party pooper known as Dave!"

Sky stepped onto the runway and waved to the camera, but caught a slim bit of movement behind her. Dave was frowning like never before. Anger and bitterness had been splashed over his contorting face. His hair had grown back, but only by an inch or two.

"So, how'd life as a mauling victim treat you?" Chris winked towards the teenage sociopath.

"Chris..." Sky whined in a panic. "Don't..."

"No. Let him. I want to hear the details this time." Dave sneered at Sky and they walked into the growing crowd, standing on opposite ends and refusing to look at each other.

"And last, and only because of fan demand..." Chris paused to sigh. "Max and Scarlett," he finished half-heartedly.

"Evil is back!" Max cackled wickedly, throwing him arms into the air before Scarlett kicked him to the ground, a look of disgust on her face.

"I refuse to comment," she said dryly, readjusting her glasses and stepping over the man-child. When she passed Chris, she rolled her eyes and kept walking.

Chris turned to face the entire cast of eighteen teens. All were eagerly waiting for something to happen, evidenced by the puzzled looks on half of their faces. "Welcome... to season seven!"

Owen whooped, only to be elbowed in the ribs by Scarlett.

"Sounds like someone's excited. Any who, you're probably wondering where we're going. Right?"

"Uh, it's pretty obvious," Rodney chuckled. "I saw season three... or was it four? Five?"

"Sha-please," Lightning snorted in the lovebird's freckled face. "You're as dumb as a bag of pebbles." Noah snorted as well, attracting the anger of the white-haired jock. He flashed a snarl towards the bookworm, who rolled his eyes and ignored the bully.

"Correct you are, Rodney. For those who have no clue why we're at the airport, I think we're about to get our answer." The host pointed to the horizon and the campers' eyes followed like a cats' to a wiggling toy. Everyone gasped.

A massive, black flying mass landed beside the cast, nearly crushing a handful of the hopefuls. The wings cut through the crisp morning air as the engines purred and roared. The jumbo jet squeaked to a stop and the door on its side opened to show Chef Hatchet in his pilot uniform. He dropped a ladder to the group below and the camera panned back to Chris. "Yep! It's World Tour all over again! But what surprises await? Find out, this season, on Total Drama... World Tour... Round Trip!"

The camera panned out to show the entire plane, leaving the cast to look like ants.

"I hate it already," Noah deadpanned.

(Various shots of the plane are shown. Chris is in his hottub, Chef is readying for takeoff, cameras pop out of the walls and floor.)

Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine,

(The camera zooms over a cloud and pauses to catch Brick and Jo fighting with dueling sticks on a thin platform above the water. She knocks him off and cheers.)

You guys are on my mind.

(Scott and Courtney are ziplining in front of a canyon background. Scott falls and flails his arms as Courtney rolls her eyes.)

You asked me what I wanted to be

(Scott falls into a mud pen where Owen is playing in the goop with pigs on a farm. Noah is sitting on the railing of the pen, reading his book. He rolls his eyes.)

And now I think the answer is plain to see,

(Mud splashes over the screen and is wiped off by a hand. Geoff and Jasmine are eating bugs and cringing. They both puke.)

I wanna be famous.

(Izzy rides by on a bison, trampling Jasmine and Geoff.)

I wanna live close to the sun,

(Lightning and Eva are boxing on a film set. She kicks him in the balls and he falls over, gripping his nards.)

Go pack your bags, 'cause I've already won,

(Sky is practicing her gymnastics on a branch in the jungle.)

Everything to prove, nothing in my way

(Dave sneers as he watches her. A jaguar pokes its head out of the bushes and startles him into shock.)

I'll get there one day.

(Dawn cuddles with an exotic bird. Rodney touches it and is attacked by a swarm of them.)

Cause, I wanna be famous!

(Zoey is resting peacefully against a giant set of gears. They suddenly move and shake the room, freaking her out.)

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!

(A flock of birds is sucked into the plane's engines. The jet cuts a hot air balloon in half and it plummets to the ground. It is then shown flying through a thunder storm.)

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

(Max and Scarlett sit at the control panel. Max presses a button and Scarlett is blasted with a cloud of smoke and ash. She sneers at him and the camera fades up.)

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

(The cast falls through the air with parachutes and lands in front of the jet as the logo flashes on screen. It flashes to black.)

Chris led the cast into plane and Chef took off into the cloudy Ontario sky. He stopped them in a room with three tables set up in the center. "This is the mess hall where you'll enjoy or completely despise in-flight meals prepared by our interns. Take the time to chat about guys, girls, and the game."

"So, uh, can we stay here for the whole day?" Owen chuckled in delight.

"No," Chris said dryly, his arms behind his back.

A tear found its way down his quivering cheek and he hugged Noah, crushing the bookworm. "I can't do this!" he whined.

"Get a hold, soldier," Brick said, tapping the fat boy's shoulder. "Is this the attitude of a winner?"

"No," Owen sniffed.

Scarlett raised her hand and Max slapped her leg.

"Sidekick, don't speak before me."

Scarlett took a deep breath and pushed Max to the ground. "Yes, I was just wondering where we will be depositing our thoughts in this death trap."

"First off, the Total Drama Jumbo Jet 2.0 is not a death trap. It might be a to-scale reconstruction, but we've taken the time to ensure your safety this season. Not. Hehe!"

"Not funny," Eva groaned, cracking her knuckles.

"Whatever. Oh, and this season, the confessional is still in the lavatory. Fun, right?"

"Still not funny," Eva sneered.

Noah raised a hand. "Uh, yeah. Is there going to be a forced musical number anytime soon, or..."

Chris sighed. "Unfortunately, a past competitor who's name rhymes with Ella ruined my love for the voices of miserable teenagers. So, no singing this time unless you really want to."

The teen cheered and Chris was left to shake his head.

Confessional

Scarlett paces back and forth in the bathroom. "The only reason Chris was able to purchase the materials necessary to build this machine was because he sued my family for quite a large sum and won. My plan is simple: stab Chris and take control of the plane. Or I could play to win. I'm a fan of the first option, but I do not foresee a second lawsuit in my future, so I suppose I'll have to settle for option two."

(Static)

Eva is sitting in the confessional with her arms crossed. "Y'know how I hated missing out on the first World Tour? Yeah, I should've counted myself lucky."

(Static)

Lightning is flexing his muscles and kissing his biceps. "Now that Lightning's back for his third season, he's got a game plan to take out these losers." He continues to kiss himself.

(Static)

Rodney looks at the camera nervously. "I never thought I'd see Jasmine and Scarlett again, but my demons are right there. I can't break up with Scarlett! She'll be broken... or maybe she'll just stab me in the eye with a butter knife."

End Confessional

Chris and the teens entered first class and everyone's eyes popped with amazement. "This is first class. Winning teams will stay here between challenges and enjoy massages, fine food, and actual seating."

"My kinda place," Dave smiled to himself. "No germs in sight."

Confessional

Dave crosses his arms and leans back. His face is but a sneer. "After Sky left me to die, I jumped right back on this hell just to take her down once and for all. Trust me... she's going down."

(Static)

Sky nervously twiddles her thumbs. "I hope there's nothing bad between me and Dave. I came to win, and boy problems aren't what I need."

End Confessional

The cast entered the economy class and gazed in disappointment at the sets of metal benches, stained by rat droppings. Dave nearly passed out, but was caught by Brick.

"You okay, soldier?"

"Yeah," Dave mumbled. "Just a little... sick." He turned green and nearly puked, but swallowed it down.

Chris extended his arms. "This is economy class. The team that finishes second will sleep here with the occasional rats and roaches. And by occasional, I mean a lot."

"Need someone to take 'em out?" Scott winked. "I used to whack kitchen rats with my pappy before he went to fight in the army."

"You didn't eat them. Right, dirtboy?" Jo asked in disgust.

"Pfft. As if. Do you know how diseased a rat is?"

Courtney looked away from Scott in disdain, but there was something else in her eyes.

Confessional

Courtney sighs. "I was hoping to avoid Scott and Gwen this time, but just my luck."

(Static)

Scott whittles on a piece of wood with a knife. "Courtney thinks I'm a rat, but if anyone's the rat, it's her. She's just lucky I still have a crush on her after that chart stuff. Well, somewhat. She's still going down though."

End Confessional

Chris led the eighteen teens into the cargo hold. "This is where the losing team will sleep. If you thought economy was nasty, then just wait until you spend a night down here."

"What's so bad about it?" Zoey asked the host, a hint of optimism in her voice.

"Oh, just the rats, spiders, and other creatures that may have stowed away on our flights, Ezekiel not included... I think."

Zoey's smile faded. "Oh, that is bad."

"Indeed," Dawn sighed. "The poor creatures of Earth must be so lonely here. I should help them."

Chris shrugged. "Whatever let's you sleep at night."

Confessional

Dawn has a butterfly on her finger. "Coming back after so long was just to help the animals and neglected auras of the world. The money is secondary, but winning would be amazing."

(Static)

Zoey sighs and looks out the window. "Without Mike, this place just isn't as fun. Even Cam's gone, and Gwen too. Now I'm here with Courtney, Jo, and Scarlett. I saw last season, so I know what she's capable of."

End Confessional

The final stop was the elimination area. A set of bleachers was pushed against the back wall. A lectern rested in front of the door where the combatants would eventually drop like rocks.

"Oh, great," Courtney mumbled. "This place."

"Campers, this is the Round Trip elimination area," Chris grinned. "You'll vote in the confessional and receive bags of poor quality peanuts if safe. Get the most votes, and you'll be forcibly shoved out the plane to take the Drop of Shame. We wanted to hype the danger by neglecting to give you parachutes, but the lawyers said no and we had to keep them on board. Never said they worked though. Hehe."

Confessional

Geoff leans against the door and has a worried look on his face. "Wow. I know it was scary on TV, but in person, the drop sounds terrifying, man."

(Static)

Max scoffs. "Ha! Evil doesn't take drops. It rises to the occasion and crushes its opposition! MHUAHUAHUAHUAHUA!"

End Confessional

The cast gathered in the mess hall and took their seats at the tables. Noah and Owen sat together. Izzy and Eva played rock-paper-scissors to pass the time. Geoff and Zoey had a friendly chat. Scarlett sat alone while Max tried to pester her. Dave and Sky sat at opposite ends of the room, as did Scott and Courtney. Rodney eyed Jasmine, who was talking about nature with Dawn. Jo, Brick, and Lightning were bragging about their athletic capabilities.

"So, where do you think we're going?" Owen asked his buddy, Noah.

"Not a clue. And frankly, I don't care."

"You should care!" A voice erupted next to the duo, scaring Noah and startling Owen. They looked to their right to see Max standing there, arms crossed. "For evil has come to claim this seat."

"Go away," Noah deadpanned.

"Evil does not merely go away. It clings to you like a leech and drains your life force for its own benefit."

Eva stomped over and pushed the gremlin away. "Back off, munchkin."

"I do not fear you, roid-monkey!" Max laughed wickedly as Eva's eye twitched.

Confessional

Max is grabbing his groin in pain as squeaks escape his mouth.

End Confessional

"Nice hat," Geoff said, walking up to Jasmine.

The Australian took her hat off and chuckled. "Yeah. It's my mum's. Yours isn't too shabby either."

"So, how's it going, dudette?" The party boy took a seat beside her and propped his legs on the table.

"Good, I suppose. I miss Shawn, but I'm here to win. It's better this way."

"I feel ya. Leaving Bridgey-Bear back home was hard, but without her around, I think I have a chance to win this time, y'know."

"Right," she smiled back.

Sky looked over and saw Lightning looking out the window. She approached him and waved. "Hi. I'm Sky. You're Lightning, right?"

"The one and only," Lightning boasted, puffing his chest.

"Yeah, I was a big fan of you back in Revenge. Well, for the most part. Anyways, I'm an athlete too."

"Really?" Lightning scoffed. "Gymnastics ain't no sport."

Sky gasped. "It is too a sport. I'm training for the Olympics, and gymnastics is a sport."

"Whatever, you say, little girl. Just know that the Lightning's goin' long."

"I'll, uh, keep that in mind... I guess." Sky crossed her arms and walked back to her seat, a scowl on her face. Lightning followed and their eyes locked in contempt.

Confessional

Sky sighs and rolls her eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have talked to him."

End Confessional

Dave watched Sky and Lightning argue over sports and crossed his arms, pouting as well.

"Your aura is very dark," Dawn said, walking up to him with her hands over her heart. "Your problem stems from a feeling of betrayal and sacrifice."

"Tell me something I don't know," Dave mumbled.

"Well, you wet the bed at the sight of a cockroach. There's that."

Dave raised an eyebrow and buried his face in his knees.

Confessional

Dave grabs at his hair and panics. "Why are there so many weirdos on this plane!?"

End Confessional

The intercom buzzed and Chef's voice took over. "Attention passengers, prepare for landing in five... four... three... two..."

The plane rattled and the cast were thrown from their seats. Scott and Courtney fell into each other and pushed themselves away. Dave was thrown into the window, leaving a bruise on his cheek. Noah's book was thrown and hit Jasmine in the head. She looked at him in anger.

Brick grabbed onto the table and vibrated with the turbulence. Jo braced her buff arms against the planes thick walls, her teeth clenching.

After a few seconds of utter chaos, the plane finally settled down enough for the dizzy teens to get a footing.

"That wasn't fun," Zoey mumbled, her face turning green.

"No kidding," Izzy cackled. "That was awesome!"

"You enjoyed that?!" Sky said as she stumbled into the wall.

"Yeah!" Izzy giggled. Her face got dead serious and her eyebrows scrunched. "Let's do it again!"

The cast dropped out of the plane and landed on a soft field of grass. They stood up and examined their surroundings to see far away mountains over miles of forests and prairies.

"What is this place?" Geoff scratched his head under his hat.

"Yellowstone!" came Chris from above. He slid down the ladder and held his arms out to the sky. "The first national park in America and home to the nation's largest and oldest bison herd, along with a steady population of wolves, moose, and elk."

Dawn wriggled in place, biting her lower lip. "Oh, I've always wanted to come here!"

Chris chuckled an evil laugh. "Oh, trust me. You'll regret it by the end of the day."

"Uh... are we even allowed to be here?" Noah asked suspiciously. "This isn't exactly a recreational zone."

"Who knows?" Chris shrugged. "But first things first, it's time to select our teams, and you'll do so by competing to be team captains in a mini-challenge! The winners get to pick two people to be on their team, while the others will be assigned by moi. Your first challenge: build a fire."

Confessional

Jasmine pumps her fists. "Yes!"

(Static)

Dawn gasps and covers her mouth. "Fire?! In a national forest?!"

(Static)

Eva looks out the window and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, great idea, Chris. Hopefully there's, like, a lifting competition today, because this blows so far. I came back to prove my worth, not make fire with sticks."

End Confessional

"Like last time, there will be three teams, each with six players. The first three of you to show me your fire win the choice of two teammates as well as immunity if you end up the elimination area tonight, and someone will go home tonight. Ready... Set... Go!"

Jasmine, Brick, Jo, Sky, Lightning, Courtney, Izzy, Eva, Scott, and Rodney ran into the field ahead of the others. Noah, Dave, Dawn, Scarlett, Max, Geoff, Owen, and Zoey stayed close to the plane.

Jasmine and Jo scanned the field for anything that might help in the challenge. The taller girl looked down at Jo and greeted her with a "Hey."

Jo looked up and jumped. "Whoa! You're taller than I thought."

"Intimidated?" she teased the jockette.

"Not a bit," Jo grinned maliciously. "Just know that I'm winning this challenge, no matter how big you are."

"Jealous, huh?"

"Pfft. No. I wouldn't be caught dead in that outfit, Australiana Jones."

Jasmine growled as Jo dashed off into a patch of bushes. "She's a problem," she said in her thick Australian accent.

Sky was gathering a bundle of sticks in her arms and placed a few on the ground under some dead grass. She took another stick and a piece of string from her pocket and began to drill into one of the small logs.

Dave walked by and crossed his arms. "Need help? Oh, how about you get your boyfriend to help you?" Sky cringed, but thankfully Dave passed by as soon as he had arrived. But he wasn't done. The nearly bald young man walked by again. "Boyfriend..." he whispered in disgust.

Sky stood up and snapped at her former flame, shoving her finger into his chest. "Listen! What's done is done! You didn't want to hear the but, and you got what you deserved. Now go away and leave me alone!"

"Oh, and you're innocent?!" Dave hissed as she slowly stepped back. "You lied to me for a week and led me on. I thought you cared, but you just used me to get the money, which you didn't even win!"

"Things went wrong, Dave! They just do, and you have to get that!"

Noah sat at the base of nearby tree, listening to the conversation. He threw his head up from his book and rolled his eyes. "You're both guilty! Now shut up so I can read in quiet!"

Dave and Sky turned to Noah and back to each other, giving glares that read "This isn't over by a long shot."

Scarlett removed her glasses and focused the beam of light on a patch of dead grass. Unfortunately, a cloud rolled over the sun and her chances were crushed. She smashed her fist into the ground as she watched a slight hint of smoke disappear from the pile. The psycho put the glasses back on her petite face and she looked for alternatives.

Nearby, Rodney was ferociously rubbing two sticks together. She slipped up and gave himself a nasty splinter. "Curse you, meat hands!" he bellowed.

Out of nowhere, Jasmine cheered "I got it!" All eyes were drawn to the Australian as she stood over a fire made from bison dung and flint.

Chris stood up and exclaimed the announcement. "And Jasmine wins the first spot as team captain! There are still two more spots left, so don't give up!"

Confessional

Jasmine crosses her arms and snorts with laughter. "This is going great. Shawn, if you're watching this, I'm winning this for us."

(Static)

Courtney slaps her forehead. "Great. She's impossible to be beat. Looks like someone needs to take her out first."

(Static)

Scarlett taps her chin. "Bison dung? It makes sense..."

End Confessional

Max was strolling through the woods as the others hurried to make fire, or in Noah's case lazed around under a tree. The evil wannabe turned over rocks and logs, looking for something.

"Curses!" he exclaimed, smacking his fists on a nearby tree. "How hard could it be to find an evil creature?!"

Confessional

"I've been looking for a new minion," Max says. "Now that Scarlett is useless, I need something so dangerous that the others will wee themselves out of fear!"

End Confessional

Max heard a whimpering coming from behind a bush and peaked over the leaves. His eyes swelled with tears and his mouth formed an adorable smile. "Why, aren't you the cutest! I think I know exactly where you need to be... In my army of evil!"

Courtney smashed the rocks into each other again and again, and smoke finally caught in the dead grass. She knelt down and blew a gentle breath onto the embers until a large fire erupted, filling her with excitement. "Done!" she shouted, waving her arms to Chris.

The host picked up his binoculars and spotted her fire. "And Courtney wins the second spot! Only one left!"

Geoff heard the warning and desperately tried to get something to work, but no matter how hard he rubbed his sticks, nothing was working. Scott was trying the same technique and gave up soon after.

Dave, Noah, and Owen weren't even trying. The latter was even eating wild berries from the bushes while the former two were sitting alone.

Dawn was busy tending to a withered plant and didn't even care about the challenge.

Zoey and Izzy, along with Eva, were scouring for supplies without any luck.

Sky had all but surrendered at that point. She fell back and rubbed her eyes with her dirty hands.

Jo stood up and grabbed at her short hair. "No way! It's only been five minutes!"

"Yeah, and you're losing," Lightning gloated from a safe distance. "Sha-bam!"

Jo picked up a rock and threw it at him like a cannonball. He dodged with a quick dive and it hit Brick in the gut, causing the cadet to crumble to the soil like a lawn chair folding in half.

Suddenly, an airhorn pierced the tension. "And that's the end! We have our final winner!" Chris clapped to bring the other campers back to the plane where Jasmine, Courtney, and Scarlett were standing victorious over the rest.

Confessional

Scarlett smirks. "The dung of herbivores is quite flammable. All it took was a direct beam of sunlight refracted through my convex lenses and the pile was burning. I thought it was common knowledge."

End Confessional

Chris gathered the campers around the three winners, but couldn't find Max. "So... where's the annoying, pale kid?"

"Here, sir!" came a voice. Max marched up to the group, but there was something on his chest. Tied to him like a baby in a backpack was a wolf pup with adorably large eyes and tiny paws. It licked Max's face and he laughed. "Behold! My new minion. I named him Sir Licksalot."

The other campers gasped and took a few steps back.

Chris raised his brow. "Dude, I'm pretty sure that's not legal, but oh well."

"But what if the pack comes to find it and tries to kill us?" Jasmine scolded the man-child. "You put him back right now, mister!"

"No!" Max held the puppy close to his chest and kissed its muzzle. "He's my minion, and my evil minion he will stay."

Jasmine stepped away. "Sure, you... do that."

Brick tried to pet the pup and was swatted away by the malevolent munchkin. "No! Back, I say!"

Chris cleared his throat and turned to the camera. "Ahem... Three teams to be picked! One lost wolf pup! Eighteen teens to shove out a plane! And one million dollars! Who will win immunity? Who won't? And who will be the first victim of the deadly Drop of Shame? Tune in next time for all the answers, here, on Total Drama... World Tour... Round Trip!"

~A/N~ Yep. That's it. Just another World Tour. Hopefully I've peaked your interests so far, because this is going to be a long ride. Also, unlike in ROTU, all episodes will be one chapter in length, not two. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time. Foreseer... out!

(PS: Go vote on the poll in my profile for five players you think should win!)