A/N: Hello person reading this! Here's a little something that stemmed from my love of The Last Airbender and Total Drama, and specifically Mike and his personalities. I wondered what element each of them would bend if they could. And what they would do in a room together. Who knows, maybe one day I'll do a longer fic with them like this. Right now it's just a one-shot.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of these characters, Total Drama or TLA. They belong to their respective owners.

Enjoy!

"Mal, stop setting everything on fire!" Mike shouted frantically at his twin brother.

"Why? It's fun to watch everything burn." Mal shot more fire from his finger tips, hitting a painting.

Mike sighed. He took some water from his pouch and bent it over the flames. They died. "Can't you stop bending for just a few minutes?"

"No."

"Mate, that's nothin'! Watch this!" Manitoba Smith bent a collection of rocks laying on a table nearby into the air and changed them into sharp points.

"Zhat is so violent looking, Mani! Vhy would you bend zhat?" Svetlana asked, air-bending the rocks away from Mani and placing them back on the table.

"Ey yo, why am I the one here who can't bend, huh? That ain't fair!" Vito was leaning against the wall with his strong arms crossed. He wasn't a bender and didn't appreciate it when everyone else did around him.

"Don't blame us for that. We don't control who's a bender and who's not." Mal bent a little fire at Vito, which was then stopped in midair by Mike, who turned it into an icicle. "You're no fun, little brother." Mal said to Mike.

"I'm only younger by a few minutes, Mal!"

"Still. Let me burn him for once."

"No. You just like to think you're the best bender here-"

"When it's me! I can wrangle critters without moving an inch!" Mani cut in.

"Iz it not clear zhat Svetlana iz ze best bender here?"

They began to argue about who was the better bender. Choice rocks were thrown around, water was splashed, some flames were thrown and extinguished, and some were pushed by bent wind.

"You darn kids and your fancy bending and burning and movin' the wind here and there! Someone ought to hit you all upside the head with a rock for your bragging." Chester shouted from his chair. "Why back in my day, the four nations didn't all live together in one room!"

"That rock could be arranged, mate." Mani offered, cracking his knuckles.

"Whatever, grandpa. Vito's just a weak bender wannabe." Mal rolled his eyes.

Chester stood up with his cane and walked as fast as he could up to Mal. He hit him on the head with the cane. "Now listen here, young whippersnapper! Not being able to bend doesn't make someone weak."

"Of course it does. Ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" Mal chuckled. Mani also stifled a laugh.

"Vito here is stronger than all of you." Chester looked at his non-bender grandson. "Don't you forget it. "

Vito smiled a bit at the old man.

Then a small rock hit his head.

"Oh, you want to rumble, bro? Let's rumble." And Vito started towards Mani.

"Vito!" Chester placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't go bashing your skull in anymore than you already have. You could get into trouble."

Vito shrugged. "Whateva."

Ok, that's done! Thanks for reading, and please review if you want to.:)