Total Drama Road Trip
Prologue: All your asses belong to us!
Unwittingly to the untrained eye, the dooms of twenty two individuals arrived via mail one cold day in April during the raining season. It innocently sat on each person's doorstep with a small package underneath, small smiley faces decorating the envelope and their names messily scrawled on as though it had been written by a second grader. To be honest, the sender probably had the mentality of one so it would come to no ones surprise.
Ripping open each letter, all eyes widened in horror at the sight of it.
Dear Camper Insert Name here,
We are pleased to inform you of the outstanding approval rating that the first season of Total Drama Island has received and that the studio wishes to thank you for the success for it couldn't have been accomplished without you. Please enjoy the complimentary Total Drama Island tee shirt in the attached package.
We would also like to tell you that the producers were so pleased with the ratings that they want to make another season. No not at camp Wawanakwa, no we believe we need something new and exciting! Something fresh to try and top the first season! This is why we wish to invite you to join us for our awesome second season: Total Drama Road Trip, Twice the drama and twice the action!
Obviously you are just as excited as us to kick off this grandiose adventure and we look forward to working with you again to create another kick ass season! Oh and just in case you need a little extra incentive, I quote page 27, paragraph six, line 4 of the Total Drama Island Registration form:
"Any contestant that signs this contract is legally bound by the country of Canada that in the event of the shows imminent success, Total Drama Studios has the right to recall said contestant for any and all spin offs, sequels or other TV related situation at their own digression. Failure to respond will result in immediate legal action."
In lay men's terms? All your asses belong to us. So skip out and you're screwed! See you all this summer! Any other information you need can be found in the lovely care package we provided!
Love your favourite host,
Chris Maclean
PS: Chef says hi.
There was a collective sound of face plants and disgruntled screams across Canada that night. Some were followed by the sound of a paper shredder while others threatened to murder the sender in his sleep (three guesses as to who they were). A few considered contacting their lawyers while the others just sucked it up and started writing their wills right then. There was one person who actually shouted "This is totally AWESOME!" but they soon realised that it meant likely run-ins with bears. However in the end all of the 'campers' had come to the same conclusion.
Summer vacation was going to suck.
It had been almost a year since they'd been stranded on an island in Misoka, they'd thought it'd been over but no, they went and decided to make a sequel and now just outside of Vancouver, B.C the contestants arrived on rickety school buses with half of there windows busted out of their frames. If this was any indication of what was to come then they were all screwed. The only good part was seeing some of the campers they had befriended on the island but not all of that was pleasant either.
"I-bang-hate-bang-my-bang-life." Gwen complained in between head bashes against the seat in front of her.
"Do you mind Weird Goth girl?!"
"Shut up Heather." Gwen grumbled half heartedly, kicking the seat in hopes of making herself feel better. It didn't but Heather let out a shrill scream in surprise, causing Lindsey (who was sharing her seat with Heather) to jump nearly a foot in the air, arms flailing. Sadly this resulted in her smacking Trent right in the face, his nose in fact.
"Ack!" He clutched his face in pain, eyes watering. DJ grimaced at the seen as he turned away from his conversation with Harold about weird species of animals.
"Trent!" Gwen cried in worry.
"Oh my god, I'm sooo sorry!" Lindsey leaned over her seat to see if he was ok but only managed to make it worse when the bus stopped abruptly, leading to her head butting the musician in the face.
"Oh the pain…" He groaned and doubled over in his seat.
"I have a first aid kit!" Beth added quickly as she scrambled over her seat with the tin box, smacking Duncan in the head along the way.
"Hey watch it four eyes!" He growled and she squeaked an apology, recognizing he wasn't in a good mood. Gwen took the kit from her quickly and pried Trent's hands away from his face long enough to see it was bleeding.
"What do I do?!"
"It's just a nose bleed GOSH! I get them all the time." Gwen sent him an evil glare and he flinched. "Just get him to sit up and look at the ceiling, holding his nose."
"Why?" Lindsey asked in a fascinated voice. Harold puffed himself up, DJ and Gwen raising an eyebrow.
"Pressure people, it's all about the pressure." Duncan snorted at that and cracked him one on the back of the head, pushing his glasses right off his face. "Hey!"
"Hey guys, lets avoid anymore unnecessary violence ok?" DJ grinned uneasily as he handed Harold his glasses before anyone stepped on them.
"Ah but where's the fun in that." Duncan answered with a smirk, arms crossed as he gave Harold a distinct look of 'sleep with one eye open'.
"Yeah." Eva smiled as she cracked her knuckles and all the other contestants on their bus gulped at the fiery smile she wore. Ezekiel in particular scooted away from her in remembrance of his own experience with the body builder when he'd made the mistake of considering her to be a girl (ie: the weaker and less intelligent sex…or so he had thought).
Noah, who sat at the back of the bus with his nose in a book, rolled his eyes at the campers. "Whatever." Then he did a shifty look before whispering, "I'm so going to win this time." He folded his fingers in a crafty plotting position he'd picked up from an old mobster movie and smiled knowingly. Then the bus stopped again and all the campers groaned at the sight of what they had all dreaded most…or perhaps who would have been more appropriate.
Things weren't going much better on the second bus either.
"CANASTA!" Izzy screamed in glee and high fived Owen who was grinning like an idiot.
"Awesome!"
"Do you have to scream that every time you win?" Courtney said through gritted teeth. Why did they have to bring her back? She's wanted by the RCMP for Pete's sake! Courtney had been sitting across from the pair as they played against Geoff and Bridgette for the past hour and it was now grating on her last nerve.
"It's more fun this way!" Izzy smiled with a crazed look in her eye as she gathered up all the cards again for another round. "Do you want to play again?"
"Uhh…that's ok." Bridgette sweat dropped at Izzy's eager prattle and turned to face the front and scrunched down in her seat next to Geoff and the aisle. Courtney sent a pitying look and eyed Geoff's goofy grin as he congratulated Owen on winning again. She nodded up at him and Bridgette blushed slightly at the face before giggling quietly with her friend, one of the few things she'd missed from the show.
"What about you LeShawna?" She yelled clear across the bus, since her newest target was sitting at the front. "Wanna play Canasta?"
LeShawna smiled but waved her off. "That's alright girl, I'm set." And she returned to her conversation with Cody about Gwen and Trent from the small extent of Bridgette's lip reading ability. It was also kind of obvious by the dreamy look Cody seemed to get every five seconds on the subject, which was followed by a soured look at the mention of Trent.
"How much longer?" Tyler whined from in front of the CIT, stressing the last word like a child. "I want to see Lindsey!" Courtney kicked his seat viciously and Tyler looked over his seat with a wounded puppy look. "Wow, your a lot more violent then I remember."
"Probably Duncan's influence." Bridgette added with a knowing smile. Courtney stiffened considerably and threw a dark glare at her camp best friend.
"Shut up! I didn't let that Neanderthal influence me in anyway! I haven't even seen him since the finale so there."
"Where you kissed him?" Bridgette laughed as Courtney's face went red in embarrassment and rage.
"That was…that was a moment of insanity on my part and it'll never happen again. In fact I've already completely forgotten it." She crossed her arms defiantly and looked out the glassless window. "Besides, we hate each other."
"Whatever you say Courtney."
"Oh look at the ocean! This is going to be our first road trip Katie!"
"I know it's going to be so awesome Sadie!" The girls hugged each other in their seat as they looked out of the window.
"Road Trips are so cooool! This one time with my Aunt Pearl, the one that had to get plastic surgery to completely change her face because she was in the witness protection program! So we took a big road trip but I guess it was more of escaping the country cause she like saw some guy do some serious stuff. Did you know that Mexico, it's against the law for a police officer to sell their guns? We tried to buy-"
"Izzy!" The whole bus yelled in unison and she stopped with a puzzled expression before shrugging her shoulders and grinned.
"Uhh dudettes don't forget that Chris is organising this thing." Sadie and Katie both frowned at Geoff for a fraction of a second before spotting Justin smiling in front of then, causing all ill thoughts to melt away in girlish squeals of delight.
"Isn't he just dreamy Katie?"
"I know!" Both sighed at the same time and Courtney frowned and stood up in frustration.
"Argh I'm surrounded by-" The bus jerked to a stop and Courtney face planted into the floor. She muttered something about her lawyer while readjusting her self, sporting a new bruise on her cheek.
"Yay we're here!" Sadie (or was it Katie?) shouted in joy.
"Wait that means…" Bridgette leaned over Geoff (who got this awkward smile plastered on his face the moment it happened) to look out the window and bit her lip at the dreaded sight of slicked black hair and a row of perfect white teeth.
"Chris." Geoff finished for her.
Crap.
A/N: Thus concludes the prologue. Oh and just so you know the actual chapters are going to be much longer.