Knock, knock, knock...

"Just a minute!"

Knock, knock, knock...

"Hold on!"

Instead of another knock, a sassy female voice called out from behind the door. "Boy, whatever it is you're doing can't be that important. Open this door!"

So shocked that she would dare say that, he immediately swung open the door, coming face to face with LeShawna.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, you don't look so good!"

It was true. His brown hair was disheveled with his headband not being of any help, his eyes were baggy and tired, and he was an all-around wreck.

"Did you get in another fight with Ezekiel?" LeShawna asked. "I told you once Tyler, that kid is too much for you."

"Can you bother me later?" he yawned. "I need to find my..." His eyelids drooped down, and he started snoring. It only took him a few seconds to shake himself awake.

"Find your...?"

"Find my what?"

"Find whatever it is you're looking for!"

"Huh—oh! Sorry, I gotta keep looking!" He rushed back into the house, slamming the door on LeShawna.

"Oh, we are not going through this again," she seethed to herself, opening the door and entering the home.

The place was just as much a wreck as he was. Clothes laid tattered, cabinets were riffled through, and Tyler was currently ransacking a dresser.

"What's all this?" she asked.

"Sorry LeShawna, can't talk now!" he said, not bothering to stop or look up at her. "If I talk, I'll get tired, and Tyler needs as much energy as he can to find it!"

"Find what?"

Tyler didn't answer.

Remembering why she was here, LeShawna took out a scrap of paper and waved it around. "Chris wants your OK to be on a new season whenever he wants you to. Which'll probably be never, but he still wants you to sign it."

"Yeah that's great see ya!"

LeShawna groaned and headed towards the door. Before she actually exited, she called out, "It's got something about Chris having your last stand or something. Nothing like in mine."

Tyler's head bolted up, and he stopped dead in his tracks.

With a smirk, she said, "Well, see ya Tyler. Say hi to Lindsay for me." With that, she left.

Immediately, Tyler fumbled to the piece of paper and read it aloud for some reason. "'If you want your last stand back, meet at the Aftermath studio. There, we'll continue our meeting.' "

He crumpled the piece of paper in his fist, anger swelling up from within. Jumping upright, he shook said fist in the air. "I'll make you pay! You'll regret ever stealing Tyler's last stand!"

A dramatic thunderstorm struck from behind his window, scaring Tyler a bit. Then, something with a shrill shriek landed right next to Tyler's window. Of course, the window opened revealing a dazed and woozy Revenge of the Island contestant: Lightning.

"Lightning is sha- here! Who... uh..." He fainted right on the window sill.

Taking a moment to put a pillow under Lightning's head, Tyler then resumed his epic proclamation. "I'll get that last stand if it's the last thing I'll do!"

And so, Tyler started his quest to retrieve his last stand, his first atop being the Aftermath studio.


A/N: I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry.

This'll be a humor fic, the focus mainly being about as many puns as I can shoehorn in.

So, Tyler needs his last stand back, and he's determined to get it, even if he has to endure BLISTERING WINDS AND SCORCHING DESERTS. Or just Total Drama landmarks. Same diff.

See ya soon!