Plot: Don Adora was the leader of the Race Union: A undercover agency that uses special energy called Star Energy to protect the world from danger. But one morning, Don wakes up to realize he is the President of the United States! The other operatives are there too, but they don't remember anything about being in the agency. And they're even trying to get Don to sign The Bill Of No Rights To Race, a bill that would shut down the Race Union forever if Don signs it. He manages to sneak out of the White House and tries to go find help. He finds the Race Union's home base and finds that it is now run by the descendants of the former operatives!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Ridonculous Race or Total Drama, if I did, TDPI would've had a much better ending and Gwen and Trent would still be together

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Don slowly opened his eyes and reached his arm out to turn off his alarm clock.

He got out of bed and yawned, "Oh man. Last night's party must've been pretty wild," Don muttered as he walked to the bathroom, "My head's killing me."

He turned on the sink and rubbed some water on his face to help him wake up. He looked around the room for a towel, but he paused.

This was not his bathroom.

He walked out and realized that was not his bed he had just been sleeping in.

In fact none of this even looked like his house!

"AAHH! What the-?! What?! What's going on!"

The door suddenly burst open and Sanders and MacArthur ran in. But instead of their usual police attire, they were wearing secret service agent outfits complete with sunglasses and wires.

"GO GO GO!," MacArthur yelled as she and Sanders ran in.

"Sanders? MacArthur? What's-?," Don didn't get to finish his sentence 'cause MacArthur slammed his head in the toilet.

"Secure the area," Sanders said.

"Securing the area," MacArthur responded.

"All clear," Sanders said after a quick check.

"All clear," MacArthur nodded her head and grabbed Don by his undershirt and lifted him out of the toilet, "Are you alright, President Adora?"

Don's eyes widened.

"PRESIDENT?!"

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Race Union Mission

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Writing Operative: StarHeart Specials

"There has to be some kind of mistake, I am not the the President of the United States!"

Two Asian women with similar black hair (One with straight hair, one with a ponytail) walked in. They both had similar work jackets but one had black pants and the other a black skirt.

"President Adora, sir!," the one with straight hair and pants said upon entry, "You can't do a press conference in your boxers!"

The other one pinched the bridge of her nose, "At least not until your second term."

The other snapped her fingers, "Tom! Jen! Help the president into his outfit!"

As Tom and Jen walked in wearing work outfits, Don's eyes widened at the two girls.

"Emma? Kitty? Is that you-Hey!"

Tom and Jen helped Don into a work suit and brushed his hair, ignoring his protests. When they were done, Don looked at himself in shock, "A suit?"

Kitty gave Don a thumbs up, "Great hair as usual, mr. President!"

Emma held up a clipboard, "Alright, we have a very busy day ahead of us."

Don put his hands up, "Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down, Emma! What the heck is going on here?"

Emma sighed, "We're telling you what's going on so you don't make a fool of yourself in front of the national press core."

Kitty looked at her watch, "AH! We're late! Come on!," she grabbed Don's arm and she and Emma dragged him out of the room.

"Hey! Quit shoving!," Don protested but he was already in front of a podium with many reporters standing in front of him.

It was quiet for a moment until Don broke the silence, "Uh..."

Cameras started flashing and several reporters started asking questions.

"Mr. President, what do plan to do about the rising price of liverwurst?"

"Is it true that we're losing the war against the hated Race Union?"

Don raised an eyebrow, "Hated?"

"Mr. President! Are you going to triple the tax on soda pop?"

"Tax? Soda?," Don kept getting more and more confused.

"President Adora, tell us more about today's historic signing of 'The Bill Of No Rights To Race,' and how it will forever stamp out the Race Union!"

Don's eyes widened to dish size, "WHAT?! Stamp out the Race Union?! I would never-!"

He was then pushed aside by a shorter female in an army uniform, "I'll answer that one, mr. President."

She was joined at the podium by a larger and muscular man in an army uniform.

"General Jackson! Corporal Jackson!"

"Stephanie? Ryan? Is that you?," Don asked getting up.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the United States," General Stephanie Jackson began, ignoring Don's question, "It's high time we put an end," she slammed her fist on the podium, "to the Race Union's ridiculous agendas of promoting the use of Star Energy!"

Corporal Ryan Jackson spoke, "So we will use the combined might of the army, navy, air force, and marines to bring those freaks to justice!"

Don gulped nervously as he and the Sisters watched.

"All we need is our president to sign this bill!," General Stephanie held up a slip of paper.

"But Stephanie, I'm a Race Union operative!," Don walked up to the general, "And so are you two!"

Kitty laughed and walked up next to him, "Oh, mr. President, you are such a crack-up!," she leaned on his shoulder and laughed some more.

She leaned over to the Daters and muttered, "And he's cracking up, too."

She quickly regained her composure, "It's no wonder you're the president with that clever wit of yours. And, oh! And great hair, too!"

The people in the audience smiled and looked at his hair.

"He does have great hair."

"I can see my reflection in it!"

"It's so shiny!"

Don pushed Kitty off of him, "I'm serious! We're all Race Union-"

Emma dashed over and covered up his mouth, "That's all the time we have for today, people. The president has some important bill signing to do!"

She pushed Don out of the room with Kitty close behind.

"Can you please stay more on message next time, mr. President?," Emma asked as they walked down the hall, "That was too close."

As they walked, Don kept getting compliments from the people in the hallway.

"Hello, mr. President."

"Great hair, mr. President!"

"Have fun signing that bill, President Adora! The whole world is watching!"

Don gulped.

Kitty pulled him to the left corridor, "This way."

"Hey big guy!," a familiar face walked up next to him, "Today's bill-signing day! You must be excited!," he punched Don in the arm playfully.

"Dwayne? Is that you?," Dwayne was in a suit similar to Don's, but what really stood out to him was his facial hair, "With a mustache?"

Dwayne frowned, "Sir, I've told you a thousand times not to call me Dwayne. I prefer the title, 'Vice President.' "

"Here we are sir," Kitty said as all four of them entered the president's office, "And perfect timing, the ambassadors should be here any minute."

"Ambassadors?," Don asked.

"Well, at least their daughter's here. Jessie, come greet the president."

"Jessie?"

A teenage girl walked up to them. She looked about fifteen or sixteen. She had blonde hair in a long ponytail and her outfit was a navy blue shirt and pants.

"Hello President Adora, do you need any chores done?," she spoke in a French accent. Her face seemed emotionless as she spoke.

"Why does she have a French accent?," Don wondered out loud.

"Her parents are partly French, sir," Emma answered.

"Wait, French parents?," Don only knew two people who could be French.

"EMMA ROBERTS!," a loud scream pierced through the room as two ambassadors entered the room. The female wore a dark pink work suit while the male wore a dark purple work suit. They both walked in the room looking outraged.

"What is the meaning of this?!," the female had screamed, "Did you forget to invite us to a photo opportunity again?!"

" 'Forget' is an understatement," Emma muttered.

The male glared, "You should know that the president doesn't do any photos without his loyal and trustworthy ambassadors by his side."

The ambassadors stood on either side of Don and with wide smiles on their faces.

The smiles confirmed Don's theory, "Jacques? Josee? You're the ambassadors?"

"No, we were chosen to come to the White House on a raffle," Josee smiled sweetly before glaring, "OF COURSE WE'RE THE AMBASSADORS!"

She grabbed grabbed Don's arm and threw him into his chair, "Now let's take some pictures! Jessie, get over here!," Josee pulled her daughter beside her as she and Jacques stood next to Don, "And remember to smile!," she said through her teeth.

"Yes mother," Jessie didn't smile.

"Not you," Josee stopped smiling to glare, "I was talking to the president!"

Don had his face in his hands, "This isn't happening! This isn't happening! This isn't happening..."

Vice President Dwayne gave Don a slip of paper and a pen, "Now, just sign on the dotted line sir," he looked him in the eye with a creepy look, "And this long, strange nightmare will be over."

Reporters and camera crews had now flooded the room at this moment, eagerly waiting for Don to sign the bill.

Don looked at the title of the paper, "The Bill Of No Rights To Race?," he read out loud.

Vice President Dwayne smiled evilly, "And the end of this whole Race Union menace!," he crossed his arms and frowned, "Sheesh, they are such a nuisance! Flying around with fake wings and moving things with the glowy stuff on their hands! What a bunch of freaks! Finally! We can be rid of them! And all you have to do is sign, that, bill."

Don's hand was trembling as he held the pen, "G-G-Get rid of the Race Union? Well, what are you going to do to them?"

Dwayne smiled as he rested his hand on his shoulder, "It's better you don't know, sir. That way, you can't get in trouble if our 'methods' become public," he used finger quotes on methods.

General Stephanie was on the phone nearby, "Prepare the troops for operation 'RU is done for good!,' " she gasped when she saw Don was in front of her, "Oh sorry, wrong number."

Don started to sweat, "I, uh..."

"President Adora! What are you waiting for? GET TO SIGNING!," Josee shouted.

Don got up from his seat and started to walk off, "I just-I need to-," he bumped into Vice President Dwayne. He chuckled and walked past him as he glared, "I just have to, go to the bathroom real quick!," with that he ran out the door.

Vice President Dwayne crossed his arms and walked over to General Stephanie, "I still don't see why he got to be president."

"It's the hair, he's got great hair!," General Stephanie guessed.

"I've got great hair too!"

Emma rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but yours is on your lip."

Twenty minutes later, Don still wasn't back. So everyone went to go check on him.

Jacques knocked on the bathroom door, "Mr. President? Is everything alright in there?"

Corporal Ryan shrugged, "Maybe he had a big breakfast."

Kitty's eyes widened, "He didn't have any breakfast! SECURITY!"

MacArthur kicked the bathroom door down, "GO GO GO!"

She and Sanders charged inside. The ambassadors and the Sisters went in as well. They looked around, but Don wasn't there.

"Mr. President? Where are you?," Jacques asked looking around the room.

Josee saw that the only window in the room was open. She looked outside of it and shrieked.

"PRESIDENT ADORA!"

Don ran down the street as fast as he could, taking off his jacket and tie in the process, leaving only a plain white long-sleeved shirt underneath.

He stopped when he heard something coming around the corner. It was an army tank. Don quickly ran away.

"This is General Jackson! I will promote anyone who finds the president to commander!"

Don hid in an alleyway and watched as the tank passed by.

He got on his knees and looked at his reflection in a puddle, "This can't be real. I must be dreaming. Maybe if I just pinch myself-OW!"

Nothing. All he got was a small bruise.

Suddenly, he heard a loud rumbling noise. Another tank was coming right towards him!

"AAHH!"