Dear Readers: Sorry I'm a little late in posting this. Anyways, time for a new story! Emma and Kitty are my favorite Total Drama characters, and I wanted to do an AU/retelling centralized around them.

Weird Update On The Author's Personal Life: I finished Total Drama Island!

Chapter 1: Comradery and Catfish (Kitty)

"We're in the final six! This is so cool!"

"You said that two legs ago for the final seven," my sister replies bluntly.

"I wonder what Vietnam is like."

"We're soon to find out, if you just wait through this flight." Rummaging in her backpack, Emma pulls out a thick brown book.

"Whatcha reading? Oh. That again?" Whenever we had a free moment, she would spend it studying for law school. I had come to hate her law textbook. "I'm going to sit with Carrie. Just keep reading your book - okay?" I wait for her to protest, to call me
back. Nothing. "I'll just be over there if you need me, I guess."

"Okay." She doesn't even look up. I wasn't sure which Emma I preferred: the competitive, serious, bossy person she was now, or her in the time she was fawning over Noah. She was much nicer, but unfocused and obsessive, even to the point where it got kind
of creepy.

I make my way down the aisle to find Carrie sitting alone while Devin is stumbling around blindly a few rows down. "Oh! Hi, Kitty."

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Sure. It's a long flight, so you might as well make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks, Carrie. It's nice to hang out with someone interesting for a change." I make a face. "Emma's just reading her law book again. Anyways, how's it going with you and Devin?"

Carrie unexpectedly bursts into tears. "We hardly talk anymore, and when we do it's just awkward small talk. He told me yesterday that he loved unibrows, of all things! I hate unibrows," she sobs.

Just then, a flight attendant with a unibrow walks by. We both cringe. "Um, I was just saying I, um, hate unibrow haters. Yeah, that's it! What do people have against unibrows anyway?" She laughs nervously.

"Nothing to see here," I add. The flight attendant walks away, shaking his head.

"Kitty, you're good with this type of stuff. What should I do about Devin?"

"I think you should talk to him about it. Maybe there's more to it than he's letting on to."

"You're right. The hot peppers in his eyes are probably still bothering him or something."

"Can someone show me the way to the bathroom?" Devin, eyes still red from the hot peppers yesterday, is feeling around the back of the plane.

He approaches the Police Cadets. "Is it here?"

"No!" Sanders shrinks away from him.

"You try and do it here, you get the taser!" MacArthur reaches into her back pocket.

"That's my signal to go. Thanks, Kitty." Carrie quickly rushes down the aisle, escorting Devin away from the uncomfortable cadets.

"Don't worry," Jacques calls out to Devin. "It is an easy mistake to make."

"Yes," adds Joseé, locking eyes with MacArthur. "Judging by the smell, it could've easily been a restroom over there."

I am aware that it isn'tthe nicest thing to do, and that a possibly taser-owning police cadet isn't someone Emma and I wanted as an enemy, but I can't help but laugh. Joseé's proclamation wasn't entirely incorrect. If there was one thing I learned
from fighting with her back in Las Vegas, it was that MacArthur isn't exactly the most hygenically inclined person. Besides, our fight with the dune buggies was probably enough to make her hate me either way.

I return to my seat to find Emma had dozed off, her book still in her lap.

"Wake up, sis. We're landing soon," I prompt.

"I'm ready! Where's the Don Box?" Emma looks around and attempts to stand up, but is stopped by her seatbelt.

"You really have to stop doing that."

As soon as the plane touches down, we bolt away. Six teams running hard and jockeying for position trample the pilot, the unibrowed flight attendant from earlier, and the luggage truck in our mad dash to the Don Box.

Multiple near misses with traffic and vengeful airport-goers later, the last four cabs in sight are off, leaving only us, the Surfer Dudes, and two little kids on bicycles with carriages in front of them. Emma scowls at the waving boy. "There's no way
this kid's fast enough." This is what I am afraid of. "Do you speak English?" He answers in something I can only guess is Vietnamese. My sister gestures for him to get off.

"Um, Emma? What are you doing?" She turns to me. Oh no.

She somehow manages to convince the local to get of the bike, and more surprisingly get me to pedal it. "Why," I moan.

"Put your back into it! You're doing great, Kit!" Emma shows the boy our Travel Tip. "How do we get here?" He nods and points to the left.

It continues like this, them sitting up front and relaying directions to me as I maeuver the streets. Bythe time we reach the Don Box, I am drenched in sweat and breathing hard. "Okay, that was longer than I thought," Emma admits.

"How can you say that? I was the one pedaling!"

"Hey, at least we beat Carrie and Devin."

"Kitty! Emma! Over here!" Carrie waves us over. As does Devin, but he's facing away from us to where the other three teams are in a boat.

"Oh. Maybe not, then." Emma facepalms. "The Surfers?", she adds hopefully.

"Dudes, it looks like we're working together. It's a Superteam," Geoff calls. Brody comes over and proceeds to hug both of us.

"Great. It's certainly a super Superteam we have here," Emma snorts. To punctuate this, there is a loud crash and a yelp of pain as Devin bumps into the cameraman. "And... we're tied for last."

"Thank you," I tell the little boy who put up with my crazy sister. He smiles and gives me a thumbs up before driving off.

The challenge was to, working together, catch six native catfish using our fingers as bait, and there was a special branded catfish (how they got a Zip-It Ticket on a catfish I'm not sure) that would allow us to skip the next challenge and go straight
to the Chill Zone.

"Let's do this!" The six of us enter the boat.

"Okay, everyone," Emma says. "We need six catfish, and there are probably some underneath us right now. Here's the plan. Kitty and Geoff, you can cannonball of the stern to scare the fish over to me and Carrie so we can do the noodle thing to catch them.
Got it?"

"Yeah! Go team!" we cheer, some with more enthusiasm than others.

Geoff looks from me to the water around us. "Did you say 'cannonball'?" No sooner than the others had gotten into position, the two of us leap off the boat, yellling and splasing to make as much noise as possible.

Emma yelps and lifts her hand from the water to reveal a horrifically ugly catfish. "Eww. I got one."

Soon after, Carrie is bitten by another, equally gross, creature. "This feels really strange," she declares. They pass the fish over to Brody and Devin on the boat. It takes a bit of time for them to come back, but Geoff and I are able to sucessfully
canoodle a catfish each. This leaves only two more, and the branded catfish is still out there.

The fish on my hand was truly one of the most unpleasant things I've felt in my life. It was all weird and slimy, and seriously, who would eat something that smelt so bad?

The other team, who I am beginning to think of as Team Psycho, is not doing nearly as well. Jacques is cowering in the boat, and Sanders is trying to calm MacArthur down. "Get on my hand, stupid mustache fish," she yells, unaware that the noise isn't
helping her or her teammates. "Just bite my hand already!"

"Be quiet, MacArthur," Sanders urges. "Your voice is scaring the fish away."

Joseé approaches her and, from what I've seen before, has no good intentions. "Not to mention her odor, personality, and face. All very scary." Did the Ice Dancers ever give anyone a break? I mean, come on! You're in an alliance with them!

"Done," Devin yells as Emma lifts the final catfish into the boat, before he promptly falls into the water. Carrie catches him, but the impact causes both of them to go under.

They resurface a second later. "You okay, homie?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Carrie replies, though she definitely didn't look fine.

"Judge dude! We're done," Brody shouts. The judge launches a speedboat off the dock, floating towards us.

"Hey, guys. I got another one." Devin is wading in the water and dragging something behind him. "It's a big one!"

"Put it on the pile," Geoff advises. "The more, the merrier." He heaves it in with some difficulty.

The judge peers into our boat, only to find a large and honestly quite fat (though I would never say that directly to its face) crocodile. "Hey, who put a crocodile in our boat? Was it you, Devin?"

"No. Um, maybe?" He rubs his eyes. "Did I?"

The Vietnamese woman snorts and starts to turn her speedboat around.

"Wait. Judge dude. Stay right there," says Brody. He grabs the crocodile and performs the Heimlich maneuver on it, causing it to regurgitate catfish into the boat. As if the fish weren't already gross enough. She shudders but gives us the next tip.

"It's an All-In. We're headed to some underground tunnels to find the Don Box," reads Carrie.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but should we keep this alliance?" Emma muses. "At least for the next couple legs?" Everyone agrees with her.

After finding a taxi (one with an engine, thankfully), I tell her "I'm proud of you for making an alliance without me telling you. Isn't it great to know they always have our backs?"

"Yes, but it won't get in the way of us winning," she puts in matter-of-factly.

I shake my head. "Of course. How do you feel about tunnels?"

We meet back up with the others, ready for our next challenge.

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