Author's Note: Been thinking about this for a few days. I really like Ninja Turtles, and at one point really liked Total Drama, (at least before Season Five decided to screw character development and just do whatever the hell it wanted). So why not put them together?! This is just an experimental story I'm gonna try, which takes place during Total Drama Island, and includes one of the turtles (if you've read my stories, you'll know which turtle I'm using.) And as far to my knowledge, there are no stories with this crossover, at least on , so…FIRST! Kind of. Also, this is my tenth story! Sure, most of the ones I've posted aren't done, and I really need to get back to them, but still, TEN STORIES! Also, I was debating whether to use the 2003 version or the 2012 version as my Turtle source material, but I'm more familiar with the 2003 turtles, and besides, Total Drama aired while 2003 TMNT was still on, so chronologically, they match. I'll admit right now, the first chapter may be a little boring, because it's the intro chapter, and since I'm following TDI, a lot of this chapter will just be bringing in all the characters. Much of the story will have dialogue from the show, but I hope to add enough original dialogue of my own to make it interesting. And I'm not going to constantly refer to the camera either. That would get redundant.

Anything in this ( ), is my own comment.

Anything in bold is either the title, or quotes from other shows or movies for comedic effect.

Enjoy!

Total TMNT Island

Chapter 1: Introductions and a Special Surprise

As the camera began rolling, the audience was treated to a gorgeous view of Ontario. The trees were fresh with lush green leaves, the birds were singing, and the surrounding lake seemed to glisten, each individual particle of water dancing thanks to the shine of the warm summer sun. Even though nothing had happened yet, the atmosphere seemed to exude peace and serenity, creating a calming environment not only for the creatures living it, but for the audience watching it as well.

However, that was all interrupted when a thirty-something year old man in a blue cargo shirt suddenly sprung up from the bottom of the screen, a huge smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yo!" He said, not wasting any time, "We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa! Somewhere in Maskoka, Ontario! I'm your host, Chris…McClain. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now!"

One cut later, Chris was seen walking along the dock, explaining more exposition to the audience.

"Here's the deal. Twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other. Then, face the judgment of their fellow campers."

After the camera cut closer to his face, Chris continued.

"Every three days, one team with either win a reward, or watch one of their team members' walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Loser Boat," Chris stifled a laugh at that, "and leave Total Drama Island, for good!

After a white flash, we cut to a campsite, where the audience was able to see eleven tree stumps methodically placed in two rows, right in front of an empty bonfire pit and a trash barrel with three sticks on it.

"Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies, where each week, all but one camper will receive, a marshmallow."

Taking one of the sticks, he chewed on the marshmallow, and then promptly threw the stick away.

"In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded, with cheesy tabloid fame, and, a small fortune which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle…"

The camera once again cut to several scenes played under Chris' voice, meant to shock and disturb the viewers. Flies, bears, and talking worms, oh my!

"Black flies, Grizzly bears, disgusting camp food," The camera cut back to Chris, "And, each other."

"Every moment will be caught, on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp." This statement was accentuated by a shot of a camera in a birds' nest, filming the mother bird regurgitating her food to her babies, to a shot of a camera focusing on top of a wooden tiki.

"Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now on…Total…Drama…Island!"

*One theme song later* (And for those who are wondering, no, I'm not going to go through every single introduction. Just the first couple, and the last one. The special one. *Wink wink*)

After the end of the commercials, the scene faded back to Total Drama Island, where the action could finally begin.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island." Chris announced, trying to mask his smug grin with a welcoming smile, for he knew that pretty soon, he'd be having the time of his life.

"Alright," He said, "It's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort so, if they seem a little TO'd, that's probably why."

A minute later, the first yacht pulled up to the docks, and deposited the first camper of the show. She wasn't anything particularly attractive, sort of a frumpy, pale girl with a short ponytail, braces, and dressed in a too-big shirt with pink pants. But she was positively beaming.

Chris barely had time to say, "Beth, what's up?" before she barreled into him with a friendly but firm hug.

"It's so incredulous to meet you!" Beth squawked, arms wrapped around his neck. Moments later, she gasped softly and let go. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life."

"Uh…" Chris uttered, a bit confused. "…Thanks."

He was about to comment on her behavior, but, seeing the second yacht come up, he ushered Beth to the end of the docks so he would have room to greet the next camper. After the yacht left, Chris could see the next contestant was a tall boy with medium-brown skin, who was built like a tank.

"DJ!" He exclaimed, raising his hand for a high-five.

"Yo, Chris McClain!" DJ responded with a smile, returning the high-five. "How's it going?!" However, his smile quickly faded when he noticed the place he was going to be living at.

"Hey, you sure you got the right place here?" He asked, "Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo dawg, this is it, Camp Wawanakwa!"

Frowning, DJ picked up his giant duffle bag and moved over to where Beth was, muttering, "Hm, looked a lot different on the application form."

Almost instantly, the third camper had arrived at the docks, decked out in a short black-and-blue skirt, black leggings, a tight black shirt with green sleeves, and topped off with blue lipstick and blue streaks in her dark hair.

"Hey, Gwen." Chris said kindly, while the Goth girl replied with a deep frown. Walking towards the host, she looked at him with a sort of tired surprise.

"You mean we're staying here?" She exhaled.

"No," Chris replied with a grin, "You're staying here. My crib is an air-stream (yeah, I still don't know what exactly he says there) with A.C., thataway."

"I did not sign up for this." Gwen growled, pointing a finger at his chin. But Chris was not threatened. He merely kept smiling and pulled up a stack of papers.

"Actually, you did."

Gwen's response was to take the contract, rip it up, and drop it into the river.

"The great thing about lawyers is," Chris continued, undeterred, pulling up another set of papers. "They make LOTS of copies."

Eyes narrowing, Gwen turned back towards the end of her dock and grabbed her bags. "I am not staying here."

"Cool." Chris said nonchalantly, "I hope you can swim though…" Looking ahead, Gwen was shocked to see her yacht driving away, "Because your ride, just left."

As the fleeing yacht honked his horn, practically teasing Gwen with its noise, the Goth girl turned back and said to Chris in a biting tone, "Jerk!"

"Alright!" Chris exclaimed, clapping his hands together whilst tuning out Gwen. "Three campers down, nineteen to go. Let's pick the pace up a bit!"

About ten minutes later in television time, twenty-one of the twenty-two campers were situated on the far end of the dock, their faces ranging from happy smiles to vague indifference to restrained anger. After introducing Beth, DJ, and Gwen, Chris proceeded to bring in party dude Geoff, airless hottie Lindsay, malevolent hottie Heather, punk criminal Duncan, Tyler the klutz, Nerd el Generic Harold, guitarist Trent, Malibu surfer chick Bridgette, know-it-all Noah (That almost sounds like a tongue twister), bootylicious Leshawna, BFFFL twins Sadie and Katie, Ezekiel, that's it, just…Ezekiel, Cody-who-tries-way-too-hard-to-impress Cody, muscle-bound Eva, happy-go-lucky Owen, polite CIT Courtney, and male-model-with-two-lines-in-the-whole-season Justin. (*takes deep breath* Whew! That was a lot to write.)

After Courtney made sure that the last contestant, Izzy, was ok, (because he fell and hit her head on the dock, of course), the other teenagers prepared themselves. Now that everyone was here, the show could finally begin.

Except…

"Alright everyone!" Chris shouted to the crowd of teens, holding his arms out excitedly. "Everyone's here, so we can begin the show!"

At this, the group erupted into cheers, all of them ready to compete for the one hundred thousand dollars.

But…

After the cheers had died down, the teens glanced expectantly at Chris, waiting for his instructions.

However…

Get on with it!

GET ON WITH IT!

(Okay, okay!)

"Hey, Chris!" Heather yelled, her hands on her hips, "What's taking so long! Get this thing started!"

Chris had been frozen in his position for a good minute, but at Heather's provoking statement, he frowned and let his arms drop.

"I was getting to that!" He exclaimed, "The audience eats up this kind of dramatic pause!"

"Why would we need a dramatic pause?" Beth inquired. "There's nothing to pause for. Everyone's here."

"Well…not…exactly…" Chris drawled, letting the words linger on his tongue for a few seconds, drawing out the suspense so he could…

GET ON WITH IT!

(Okay! Jeez!)

"We actually have a special surprise for all of you today!" He announced, causing all the teenagers to look at him with confusion.

"What surprise?" Leshawna asked. "It's the first day. We haven't even unpacked our backs yet."

"Well then," Chris replied, "I hope you have room for one more set of bags among all of you."

"Why?"

"Because we're having another camper join us for the summer!"

Immediately, all of the campers' eyes widened in shock. They were collectively thinking, 'Another camper? What? When did that happen? How is that fair?!'

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" Eva growled, grabbing Chris by the lapels of his shirt. "You said only twenty-two people could be in the show!"

"Well," Chris chocked out, careful not to further anger She-Ra, "If you would just put me down, I could explain!"

After she released him, Chris smoothed out his shirt, grumbling something about crazy amazons, and proceeded to explain.

"You see, campers," He began, "Back when I first pitched the idea of this show to the producers, they weren't very interested. They all thought I was just ripping off that fictional cartoon, Survivor. Hmmph, as if! Anyway, when I explained that I would be doing it with teenagers, they got excited. Teenagers are a lot more prone to their emotions, and with all those hormones swimming around inside you, the producers thought this would do great as a drama. Once it became mainstream, everyone was excited for its premiere."

"Okay…" Duncan said, still indifferent to the topic, "So what does this have to do with the mystery camper?"

"I'm almost there." Chris admonished, beginning to lose his patience. "People got so excited, they wanted to see if they could get additional contestants on the show, you know, to add to the drama. So tickets were given out inside bags of chips and candy bars for any teenager between fourteen and nineteen. And lo and behold, we found a winner! And he should be here any minute."

"But wait," Harold said, quickly doing the math in his head. "With this new guy, we'll have an odd number of players. How will we fit into equal teams?"

"He'll just go onto one of the teams I've already assigned, and for fun, we'll let him pick. Hopefully, the teams will even out soon enough. That answer all your questions?" At this, several of the campers raised their hands, and after looking at them blankly on purpose, Chris replied, "Good."

Some of the other campers grumbled to themselves, and Chris heard phrases like "unfair" and "jerk-off", but before he could care to react, a honking sound filled the air, signifying the last yacht was heading towards the docks, and Chris perked up.

"There we go! He's here!" He said, running back to the end of the dock

Agreeing there was nothing else they could do at the moment, the group of twenty-two followed Chris slowly, talking amongst themselves about what they thought about this mystery camper.

"What do you think, Bridgette?" Gwen asked, a look of mild interest at best on her face.

"I honestly don't know." Bridgette answered. "I mean, so far we have pretty cool guys like Duncan, DJ…and Geoff…" Her voice got a little lighter at that part, "But we also have weird guys like Harold, Cody, and Noah. Who knows what this guy even looks like, let alone acts like."

A few feet to the right, Duncan was busy talking to Geoff.

"So," He said, trying to hold back a snicker. "Think this guy's going to be another know-it-all like that Noah kid?"

"Heh, maybe." Geoff responded, fighting the giggles as well. "Or he could be another nerd, like that Harold guy!"

"Yeah!" Duncan guffawed, "And Chris said this guy got the ticket out of a candy bar! Maybe he's really fat and ugly! That would be hilarious!"

Geoff was practically howling now. "Imagine: dozens of zits, fat sagging from under his t-shirt, giant stereotypical glasses…"

But their tirade of fantasizing was stopped when Chris stepped out from behind the yacht, the mystery camper walking up next to him.

"Hey everyone!" Chris said, an arm around the teen's shoulders. "Say hello to Raphael!"

Author's Note: I haven't described the new guy yet, but be prepared for IRONY! HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE IRONY! And yes, I am making Duncan and Geoff crueler than usual here, but that's just so I can provide more irony. …HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE IRONY! Anyway, you can all guess who this Raphael is, right? You probably can, but I won't reveal anything yet. I will reveal how he got the ticket in a few chapters. Next chapter, we complete introductions, get on to the first challenge, and reveal some more about our dear friend Raphael. And trust me, it will blow…your…MIND! *waves fingers in an attempt to imitate a ghost* Ooooooooooo!