Phase 1: Making the Plan
It had started out as a normal day on Total Drama Island. Harsh wake up call, disgusting showers, gross food, and a life threatening challenge courtesy of the evil host Chris McLain. The day had been normal. Lots of screaming, running, and pain, all for the sake of his precious ratings as the campers ran around risking their lives for his and the audiences' amusement. The day had ended normally as well. Sore and tired campers all gathered around Chris to see what reward he would give the Screaming Gofers for winning the days challenge. Said challenge including diving in a pool of piranhas craving human flesh for some unknown reason.
"Alright Chris, what do we get for winning this stupid challenge?" Heather asked irritably as she pulled a persistent piranha off her ear.
"An excellent question Heather!" Chris said smiling brightly as he clasped his hands behind his back. Suddenly a table rolled in out of nowhere with a sheet over it.
"Whoa… where'd that come from?" Trent asked looking around with wild eyes half expecting some other random object to come flying at him. Things like that seemed to happen to him a lot.
"That's not the point. The point is it's time for you're reward!" Chris pulled the sheet off the table to reveal… books. Big thick books. One for each of them.
"What?! No way." Heather snapped.
"I know isn't it great!" the host sneered evilly. He picked up one book and chucked it at Gwen. She caught it easily and read the cover.
"The history of Canada?" she read aloud in disbelief.
"E-Yup." Chris tossed the remaining books at the other campers. Trent was still looking around not paying attention, therefore he didn't even notice the thick book as it made contact with his poor fragile skull knocking him to the ground.
"Why does this always happen to me?!" he groaned.
"You have GOT to be kidding me! Your saying that we just scaled a giant mountain with no ropes or anything, crossed a river of boiling hot lava on thin wooden boards that were burning away by the second, and jumped into a pool of man eating piranhas for a lousy history book?!" LeShawna shouted thoroughly pissed off while the Killer Bass snickered nearby.
"E-Yup." Chris repeated with his normal grin.
"Don't you even care that we almost DIED?!" Gwen shouted throwing her book over her head. Trent was just starting to pull himself off the ground when a second book nailed him in the head making him collapse again.
"E-Nope. It's all about the ratings."
"Ratings! I'm sick of your lousy ratings!" Heather screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Actually our ratings have gone through the roof with this latest challenge. Next time I'm thinking something along the lines of flaming chainsaws and alligators." Chris said thoughtfully.
"Chainsaws? Alligators? I'm sick of you totally putting our lives in danger and not even caring!" Courtney shouted out of nowhere stepping forward.
"Calm down Princess, its only TV. No one really gets hurt on these shows." Duncan said from behind her. Courtney whipped around to glare at the punk.
"Calm down… calm down!"
"Yeah calm down. You're going to have a seizure or something."
"I have piranha bites where piranha bites should NEVER be! And you're telling me to CALM DOWN!" DJ and Owen suddenly ran up behind her grabbing either one of her arms and holding her back right when she was about to go on a rampage.
"Uh… I sort of agree with Courtney. These challenges of yours are starting to get out of hand." Bridgette said.
"They got out of hand a long time ago! No they're… they're... Out of something bigger than a hand!" Geoff shouted.
"Like I care. It's all about the ratings dude." Chris said with a shrug. He then turned around and began walking off towards his cabin. The campers fumed at how nonchalant Chris always was.
"Ok that's it! Something must be done!" Courtney shouted still being held back by DJ and Owen.
"Well what do you suggest Princess?" Duncan asked.
"We need to make him SUFFER!"
"I think you're going a bit too far Courtney…" Bridgette said gently.
"No no… she's right." Heather suddenly said, an evil look on her face. "We need to make him pay for what he's done to us all summer!"
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Gwen grumbled.
"Let's shave his head!" Lindsay suggested happily.
"No, it has to be more than that. He needs to know all the pain we've gone through since we got here." Heather snarled.
"Again, how do we do that?"
"Just like I've been saying all along! We need to let him know what we've gone through, the hard way! This is going to take some careful planning… We need someone to give out orders, someone to run things, and someone who's good at dishing out the torture, and since I can't do everything we need to separate into individual jobs." She answered thoughtfully going into the classic thinker pose, brows furrowed and chin resting in her hand deep in thought. She glanced over at where Courtney was still silently fuming then to where Duncan was picking his nails with his pocketknife. And soon an evil, sinister plot began to form in her mind.
"Looks like she's got something." Owen muttered fearfully.
"You bet I got something." She laughed darkly and began to rub her hands together disturbing many of the campers. "This is going to take all of us to accomplish, and as much as I hate working with you losers it's necessary. Too bad Izzy got booted off, she'd be a real help in this."
"Just tell us what your idea is!" LeShawna snapped.
"Fine." Heather huffed and went over the crowd of campers once more before making her decision. "Were going to dethrone Chris and run this show our way." She answered with a smirk. The campers just looked confused. "Just listen to me and this will work! Now then, here's the plan… Right now we should deal with the hard part. LeShawna, you Trent DJ Owen and Bridgette head over to the boat house and get all the rope you can find."
"What for?" DJ asked.
"To tie up the interns and the camera men of coarse. We can't have them getting in the way." Heather answered matter-of-factly. Things were finally starting to click in the camper's heads and a few got evil smirks of their own.
"Leave it to me girl! Come on yall." LeShawna cheered and ran off with the listed people towards the boathouse.
"Harold, you're a nerd, you know how to work cameras right?" Heather asked turning to the redhead.
"I didn't spend three years at film camp for nothing." Harold boasted.
"Right… you need to teach to others how to work all the film stuff. We're going to record this momentous occasion. Gwen, you're going to play director. Your in charge of the camera crew." Gwen looked a bit surprised, then smiled.
"Aye aye captain." She said.
"Lindsay, Geoff, your jobs are very crucial to the plan. The entire mission rests on you two." She said dramatically.
"Yay! I get the fun job!" Lindsay cheered clapping her hands.
"What do we do dudette?" Geoff asked.
"Lindsay is going to distract Chris while Geoff knocks him out from behind!" she answered.
"Then what?" Duncan asked.
"Then… then the fun begins." Heather answered. At that moment the others returned carrying some rope in their arms.
"We got the rope Heather. Now what do we do?" Bridgette asked.
"Harold is going to show you all how to work a camera. We have a few hours before dinner so you need to learn in that time. Shouldn't be too hard. After that we need to round up the interns without letting Chris and Chef notice and toss them into the boathouse, and once that's out of the way Lindsay and Geoff are going to knock out Chris. I'll tell you all the rest when we get to that point."
"What about us?" The campers turned their heads to see Duncan and Courtney standing next to each other. "You haven't given us a job yet."
"I for one want nothing to do with this." Courtney huffed crossing her arms defiantly. "You're all going to get kicked off if you go through with this… mutiny or whatever it is." Duncan rolled his eyes and waved a hand in the air dismissing her.
"Your jobs are the most important of all." Heather answered slyly.
"I thought our jobs were the most important?" Lindsay mumbled, but Heather ignored her and continued.
"Everyone, meet the new hosts of Total Drama Island." Heather answered walking in between the two Bass and throwing an arm over both their shoulders. Courtney grimaced while Duncan smirked. "And in a few hours, operation Payback begins."
"Payback?" Bridgette repeated raising an eyebrow. Heather grinned and nodded.
"Payback."
Oh no... The Silent Assassin is doing something else now... Beware! Lol. I don't really know what to do with this. The Knowing Jester and I were talking about what it would be like if the campers rebelled against Chris. This is what we produced. XD! Basically this is pure madness and crack. I guess it has a plot... Idunno. Anyways, I got a few chapters typed up already. I'll probably post one or two more, but I won't continue this unless readers want me to. I don't really want to focus on something no one is interested in reading. Plus I need to focus on The Haunted Campgrounds. Speeking of THC, I have a new poll about that story up on my profile. Go check it out if you read it. And if you don't read The Haunted Campgrounds, then WTF are you doing here?! Go read it! Lol. So yeah, check out the poll, review this if you want me to continue. And if you do we NEED SUGGUESTIONS. How do you think the campers should get revenge on Chris? What should they do to him and Chef? Also I'm looking for crossovers. So any sugguestion on crossovers from any other cartoon or TV show would be awesome. I want to hear from YOU guys what you want out of this fic. If you want me to continue it at all that is. So yeah, thats it. In the mean time he Knowing Jester and I are going to go be mysterious somewhere.
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