Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Before anything I would like to graciously thank everyone who reviewed, followed, and added this story to their favorites list. To say that I was surprised at just how many is a gross understatement. Now it is my hope that you all will like this chapter even more, which may just happen considering a lot of action will be going down.

I believe I have all the pairings figured out, a special thanks to The Prime Writer for giving me not one but two great ideas for couples that will be featured. What they will be however, I won't be saying right now.

I'm surprised not too many people guessed which two campers they expected to win the challenge or who the antagonist will be. The former will be found out before this chapter's over but the latter won't be explicitly known to the audience until a few more chapters down the line so here's a hint: The antagonist is someone who has only been in one season of Total Drama. That makes for a total of fifteen possibilities, major kudos to anyone who can figure out who that person will be.

But that's enough of such matters for now, it's time to get rolling on to Part 2 of the first episode!


Episode 1: Reunited And It Doesn't Feel So Good, Part 2

"And we're back with our first challenge of the new season!" Chris announced after some time had passed. The host was still standing directly in front of the camera so as to prevent the audience from seeing who out of the contestants that had been excluded from competing were instead appearing as cameos.

"Why is that you always say that?" Jasmine asked. "It's not like anyone went anywhere."

"What? Don't they have television down unda?" the host asked in reply, perfectly marring an Australian accent as he finished. This caused the survivalist to glower down toward him.


(Confession Cam)

Jasmine - "What kinda question is that? Of course we have television in Australia! What does Chris think, that I grew up in some third world country that's just recently being introduced to technology? I only asked because I'm not too savvy when it comes to editing. I spent most of my childhood outside, unlike him I'm sure."


"In any case, here are today's special guests!" the host announced stepping to the side. "Maniacal mistress Izzy and recently released Duncan!"

Izzy looked to be ecstatic at being introduced, literally bouncing on her toes and clapping her hands while cackling to herself. Duncan on the other hand, the opposite. He appeared very haggard, sporting gruesome bags underneath his eyes. A handful of contestants noticed that around his left ankle, there was a metal band with a blinking blue light on it.

"Go jump in a lake McLean," he said grouchily.

"Not a bad idea Jailbird," Jo spoke up. "But what're you even doing here? Weren't you thrown back in the slammer after they got us down and out of those rank balloons?"

Anne Maria had walked up to the felon to get a closer look at his accessory. "And what's up wit dis freaky-lookin' anklet?" she asked. "If you're tryin' to make a statement, this ain't the kinda thing I'd use to make it."

"I believe I can explain," Chris said right as Duncan opened his mouth. He nonchalantly leaned on the boy's shoulder and ignored the dark look that was being cast his way. "During my vacation I realized that this guy right here can cause all sorts of drama, whether he's competing or not. So, I struck a little deal with his parole board; he does some 'community service' for me and I'll forgive him for blowing up my summer cottage."


(Confession Cam)

Courtney - "How many times must I say it? *Through gritted teeth.* It. Was. A. MANSION!


Chris had now pulled out a remote control that had a light on it similar to Duncan's anklet. "After what happened the last time he was on the show however, I decided to take a few precautions," he continued. "As long as the little lights on Duncan's accessory and this remote are blue, I know that he's being a good boy like he was told."

The patronizing tone the host was using was too much for Duncan to stand. The punk elbowed him in the stomach, knocking him off of his shoulder and then shoved him to the ground before he could recover.

"Yeah, as pleasant as it is to be around ya Chris," he said. "I'd much rather be back in the slammer. Later losers!" With that he tore off towards the beach. Chris didn't appeared perturbed though. In fact, he looked rather amused in spite of what just happened. He calmly picked himself, faced the campers and went on with what he was saying.

"As you all can see, the light on the remote has just changed color," he held up the device so that everyone could get a good look. Sure enough, the small bulb was now furiously flashing red akin to the lights seen on firetrucks and ambulances. "And even if we can't see it, Duncan's light is doing the same thing. The red is to serve as a signal to me that Duncan is doing something he was explicitly told not to do; harm me or any of my belongings and abandon his duty. This means that I get to do this!"

He pressed a button on the remote and in less than a second screams of pain could be heard in the distance. Everyone followed the sound and soon came upon Duncan on the ground spread eagle and slightly twitching. Dazedly the criminal stood up and shook his head to regain his composure. One look at Chris and he was angry again.

"You are gonna regret that McLean!" he snarled with a fist raised. He took a step forward but when he saw Chris's finger only just above the button, he stopped cold. When he stepped back and crossed his arms behind his back in defeat, the red lights on the remote and his anklet returned to their original blue.

"That's a good little delinquent," Chris said condescendingly. He then turned to face the contestants. "To ensure that Duncan only causes the kind of trouble I want him to cause, I can deliver an itsy, bitsy, incredibly painful electric shock to him whenever I want. It's just my way of helping the poor kid with his rehabilitation."

Duncan could be seen silently seething behind the host but otherwise did nothing, now that he knew what were to happen if he attempted to rebel a second time.

"Now then, on with the challenge!" Chris announced. "Like I said before, all you need to do in order to win is to avoid Chef's meatball blasts and capture either Duncan or Izzy! It's that simple!"

Sammy tentatively raised her hand which Chris acknowledged. "Is something wrong Samey?" Ignoring that he again referred to her by the name she despised, the nice twin asked, "Just where is Izzy?"

"Izzy is here!" the crazy girl happily proclaimed from on top of Rodney's shoulders. "Izzy was looking for the cannon and the catapult! Chrissy promised me a ride on both in exchange for doing the cameo!"

"You actually want to be shot out of a cannon?" Gwen asked in disbelief, to which Izzy bobbed her head in reply. "And the catapult dear Gwen! One must never forget that catapult! It is the cannon's great uncle after all."


(Confession Cam)

Dave - "Is it a rule that every cast needs to have at least one token psycho? I'm afraid of what might happen to me if I get too close to that girl."

Tyler - "To be launched from two ballistic weapons in the same day? *He gives an impressed whistle.* Man, Izzy's more than twice the daredevil I am!"


Chris groaned in exasperation. "Izzy I assure you neither the Cannon of Shame nor the Hurl of Shame are anywhere on Rodney."

Izzy pouted. "For really reals really?" She then seemed confused for a moment. "Wait. Rodney? You mean I'm not on top of the world's first redheaded skyscraper? Phooey!" She then hopped off of the country boy who had been staring at her wide-eyed the whole time. "Sorry about that," she said craning her neck to see his face. "You've got such a big and strong stature I could've sworn you were a building!" She then gave a quick shrug. "But I probably should've realized since Queen Kong wasn't on you either."

She then hopped down and began to sulk at not being able to be launched off of the island, not knowing that behind her Rodney was blushing madly.


(Confession Cam)

Rodney - "She thinks I have a big and strong stature? Wow... You know, last season's really finale bummed me out when I saw Jasmine cheating on me with Shawn. That's probably what Chris meant when he said I was the ultimate failure of love. I didn't think I could handle being on the show again after that. But just look now! Fate has brought me a woman a passion as beautifully fiery as her hair; Izzy!


"Like I told you earlier Izzy," Chris said. "You can go on your 'fun rides' after our little game of cat and mouse today." These words brightened the redhead's mood considerably.

"Okay!" she chirped. "But be warned my fiendish feline foes, as it says in the old Czechoslovakian proverb, this rat is more than happy to bite a cat when cornered!" Such a remark easily baffled everyone who was listening, but only Courtney was willing to question it.

"I'm pretty sure that's an ancient Chinese proverb Izzy," the type A said. Her rebuttal was met with Izzy hopping in front of less than an inch away from her face.

"That's just what the history books want you to think!" the psycho hose beast countered. "They may have the rest of you fooled, but Izzy knows the truth! Confucius was a shameless plagiarist! He'd steal sayings from anyone, all to fuel his cookie empire!"

Chris cleared his throat. "Not that this hasn't been riveting," he said insincerely before tapping his watch. "But we are on a schedule here." Chatter amongst the teams ceased and Izzy left her friends to stand next to Duncan. "Thank you. Now then, to make things more sporting, and by that I mean harder for the hunters, Duncan and Izzy will be given a five minute head start. And...GO!"

He pointed towards the forest and at his word, the two cameos left, Izzy opting to cartwheel her way instead of simply running. Once they were both completely out of sight, Chris faced the contestants once more.

"When their five minutes is up, you're all free to start tracking them down," he said. "But be warned, you're only getting a two minute head start before Chef comes after you." His words were met with numerous complaints from the teens but he did not heed them. He pulled out his air horn again and with one blast he shut them up almost immediately. "Yeah, you all should be thankful I'm giving you any kind of head start at all," he gloated. "I could just have Chef start firing at you kids now and save some time."

Many of the contestants looked worried at such a thought as they saw Chef polishing his bazooka with a handkerchief. They all knew that while the burly man wasn't as cruel to them as the host was on a regular basis, he was still far from being a saint.

"That's what I thought," Chris smirked. "If I were any of you, I'd advise everyone to find at least one person to buddy up with. There can only be two winners for this game but unless you actually want to become a sitting duck for Chef and the forest creatures, it'd do you good to have an ally or two."

"Sha-please!" Lightning scoffed. "There ain't nothing in those woods that I can't handle by myself! The glory will be Lightning's and Lightning's alone!" His declaration was met with snickering, courtesy of his blonde rival. The football player leered at her. "Got somethin' you wanna say Jo?"

"Only that it's hilarious," Jo replied smugly as she walked up to him with her arms crossed. "I'm not sure if it's delusion or not but you, beating me? Like I said, hilarious!"

"Oh you think you can beat me?" Lightning asked. "Need I remind you that I at least made it to the finale during Revenge of the Island?"

Jo rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and lost to the biggest lightweight out of the whole cast!" she retorted. "Not to mention that after that you were the second person kicked off in All-Stars."

Lightning stomped his foot in anger. "Only because of you!" he growled. He then thought for a minute and grinned when he realized something. "And if Lightning remembers right, you regretted that move and ended up being the next one out!"

The tomboy's expression grew sour at the mention of this. She hated losing the war challenge and hated the fact that Lightning was right even more. The two were now engaged in a heated stare down that intimidated some of the less nervy campers even though they weren't involved. One was brave enough to step up and say something though.

"You both should stop this now," Brick said placing his left hand on Jo's shoulder and his right on Lightning's. This caused the two to break the concentrated glares held at each other in order to look at him. "You both are strong, brave competitors true, but you shouldn't count any eggs before they hatch. Everyone here as just as much a shot at winning as you do."

Jo shoved the cadet's hand off and sneered. "Don't flatter yourself Sergeant Leaky," she said. "I give most of these saps eleven minutes before Chef takes them out and that's being generous."

Her confident look was broken when she heard someone snicker. She turned to see that the culprit was none other than Eva, who had cracked a smile for the first time that day. "What are you laughing at?"

"Relax blondie," Eva said calmly. "It's just nice to finally meet another girl on this show that's got some grit." She strode her way over to Jo, shoving Brick out of her way and into Lightning. "Having some real competition for a change might make things here less of a pain." She offered the other athlete her hand. "But don't think you can beat me."

Pleasantly surprised by this, Jo smirked. She took Eva's hand and the two shared a tightly gripped shake. "We'll just see about that," she said.


(Confession Cam)

Lightning - "Great. Just sha-freakin' great! There's two of them now!"


In contrast to some of the more competitive players who preferred the option of going solo, others had decided to take Chris's advice and partner up. Dawn and B had joined up almost immediately, the two having exchanged nothing more than a couple of nods and warm smiles. Then B felt a tapping on his back.

"Oh hello there Gwen," Dawn said cheerfully. "Would you like to come with us? We'd be more than happy to have another along." Her quiet companion smiled in concurrence and sidestepped a little as if to give her some space to join into.

"I appreciate the offer guys," the goth girl replied as she held up her hands. "But that's not why I'm here. I actually came because B has something of mine." The genius looked confused at first, not having interacted with Gwen at all.

"Check your coat big guy," was all she said. B did so, patting said piece of clothing and his eyes widened when he felt something that felt unfamiliar. He opened up his coat and saw Cameron, his eyes shut tight, clutching onto the inside of as if his life depended on it. The girls couldn't help but giggle although B didn't look too amused.

Gwen crouched to where she would be eye level to the bubble boy and placed a hand onto his shoulder. "Izzy's gone Cameron," she told him. "And Sierra's not going to bother you. Not while the real Cody's here."

Cameron tentatively opened up one eye. Seeing Gwen his expression became much more relaxed, enough so he felt brave enough his other eye and look around. He let out a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness," he said. "I thought I would go into cardiac arrest from the fear itself!" Finger snapping could be heard and he saw B pointing at him and then towards the ground.

"Sorry B," the smaller boy said. He stepped down and let go of the coat. "It was scary enough when I heard Sierra, but when Izzy showed up I guess I panicked." His fellow genius rolled his eyes but nevertheless gave him an A-ok to show that he wasn't mad.

Gwen patted Cameron on the back. "Try not to get too jumpy," she advised. "Otherwise you'll draw attention to yourself and trust me, the less you have on this show, the better off you'll be."

As the four exchanged a small laugh (B's not being audible, naturally), Sierra was doing just what Gwen assumed, completely disrespecting Cody's personal space and breaking the promise she made to Trent. As the musician was currently not with them, she decided to simultaneously squeeze him and needle him with questions about his now former bandmates.

"Did Harold write another tell-all book?" she prattled on. "If so, for how much? The first one was exactly $22.60 if I remember right, but it was so worth it to learn that you have a pair of lucky tiger-striped undies!"


(Confession Cam)

Cody - *Blushing furiously.* "The audience didn't really need to know that, but yes I used to. That is until Sierra swiped them along with about half of the gitch in my drawers! *he groans and rubbed his temples in frustration* I'm not proud of what I'm about to do, and somebody else won't like it when he sees this episode, but it's time to pull out an old failsafe to make some distance between Sierra and me.


"Hey Sierra," the geek said as he struggled to lift a finger to point towards the beach. "I think I just saw someone wearing a 'Noco Rules!' T-shirt over there!" Sierra dropped the boy with a start and her gleeful expression was soon replaced with an angry one.

"WHAT?!" she shrieked, not noticing Cody quietly crawl away from her. She tore off and began to dart around the beach, searching for the alleged person.

Now Cody was on his feet and began to tiptoe, hoping to find Trent before Sierra could find out the truth. "Noco is not real!" he could hear her screech in the distance, causing him to shudder.


(Confession Cam)

Cody - "Noah and Cody, or 'Noco', is probably the only Total Drama pairing that Sierra truly hates. Even though Noah wasn't conscious when he kissed my ear during the Awake-a-Thon, she's always believed he wants to steal me away from her. Noah doesn't like it when people bring that up but it's a great way of distracting Sierra. Plus, he isn't even here so what can he do?"


"And just where are you slinking off to?" A voice asked that caused Cody to jump with a start. He turned around expecting to see his stalker having seen through ruse but was grateful when he instead saw Trent with Tyler in tow.

"The ol' reliable?," Trent knowingly asked to which the geek replied with a nod. "It never fails," he shrugged. When he looked at Tyler and saw that the jock was looking even more solemn than before. "You alright buddy?"

Tyler muttered something that was too quiet for either Cody or Trent to understand. He cast a look over to his ex-girlfriend. Although Lindsay had stopped crying by this point, she still looked upset and was holding onto Sammy's shoulder as if it were a security blanket, the good twin offering as many consoling words as she could.

Tyler put his hands into his pockets and cast his gaze towards the ground in a slump. This concerned Trent and Cody greatly, neither having seen their friend so downtrodden.

"I think it might do him some good to be with some old pals," Trent said to Cody. "Mind if he tags along?" He smiled when the geek shook his head. "Of course not," Cody answered. "One already looks like she'll be taken care of nicely so let's help out the other."

Just as he said that however, one person decided to disrupt Sammy's comforting of Lindsay for no reason other than she wanted the former under her thumb. "Uh, loud cough of interruption," Amy said rudely. "You need to be getting ready for the challenge Samey. I'm winning this challenge but not without my shield because I refuse to get Chef's grody pasta in my hair!"

Trying her best to remain patient, Sammy sighed and faced her sister. "Look," she said calmly. "Lindsay's feeling vulnerable right now. Even if you don't care, I do. Can't you do this challenge without me?"

Amy rolled her eyes and indignantly crossed her arms. "Of course I can!" she insisted. "But I see no point in doing so when you're around, like obviously! Let the crybaby go on her own!" She cast a glare towards Lindsay. "Why'd the dork in the tracksuit dump you anyway? Was he fed like, up with your idiocracy?"

Lindsay bit her lip and could feel tears start welling up her eyes again but felt Sammy gently pat her soldier before stepping towards her sister. "First of all, that isn't a real world," she started. "And second, you've no right to talk to her that way!"

Initially surprised by her twin's defiance, Amy still stood her ground and smirked. "Or what?" she asked. "You're gonna stop me? Go right ahead. And while everyone's still here I can start talking about number twenty-six."

Any courage Sammy had gained was quickly lost at this threat. Her face went pale and arms dropped to her sides in submission. "You know about that one?" she quietly asked.

The evil twin haughtily twirled a strand of her hair as a means of gloating. "Oh of course I do," she boasted. "Didn't I tell you? I know everything about all of them." As the sisters exchanged looks, Lindsay could only stand there confused as to what they were talking about.

"Okay so, just what exactly is going on with you guys?" she asked nervously, hoping not be on the receiving end of another venomous verbal barb.

"I was just wondering the same thing myself," Jasmine said after walking up to the trio. Taking a protective stance behind Sammy and Lindsay both, the Australian cast Amy an inquisitive look. But even with her new and intimidating presence, Amy didn't falter.

"What it is remains between me and Samey," she replied. "And if she knows what's good for her, it's going to stay that way. Right little sister?" She had finished her sentence with a stern look in Sammy's direction, to which the good twin could only nod somberly.

"Good," Amy said. She spun on her heel and began to walk away from Jasmine. "Now's that that's settled, let's get going Samey. And since two shields are better than one, go ahead and bring Lindsidiot along."

Her temper beginning to rise higher and higher, Jasmine was only a few seconds away from grabbing the mean twin by the hair and giving her a piece of her mind. However, someone else had heard the entire exchange and decided to get involved herself.

"Nuh-uh blondie, you ain't using dat poor girl for anything, 'specially no shield!"

Anne Maria had strode her way over to them and shoved Amy out of her way so that she was able take a protective stance toward the blonde beauty. Both of the twins and Jasmine looked rather surprised at this.


(Confession Cam)

Sammy - "Wow, I never would've expected Anne Maria to do something like that. I mean, I would never call her evil or anything, but I don't remember her being so...concerned about someone else."

Anne Maria - "Look, I know I ain't the nicest person around, but I just had to be dere for Lindsay. Da only thing worse than gettin' dumped is havin' your ex around all the time and she clearly needs more dan one shoulda to cry on! I know I wish that I coulda had some after I realized dat Vito was neva coming back. *She sniffs and a tear begins to form in her eye, but she then remembers the camera.* Get dat thing outta my face! *She places her hand over the lens.*


"You just stick wit me girl," Anne Maria told Lindsay reassuringly, rubbing her shoulder. "I'll be sure to protect ya and talk to ya about Tyler if ya want." For the first time since Tyler's arrival to the island, Lindsay had managed a small smile. "For real?" she asked her voice wavering a little. When Anne Maria nodded, she wrapped her arms around her in an embrace. "Thanks Annabelle!"

As she continued to hug her, she didn't notice that Anne Maria's eyes had widened after being called the wrong name. But once she saw Lindsay's cheerful expression start to return, she simply shrugged. "Meh, close enough."

Amy, displeased by this, did her best to appear aloof and left them. "Whatevs," she said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "Samey, let's go!"

The good twin reluctantly followed, only to see that Jasmine was going as well. "Don't think I'm gonna leave you alone with her," the survivalist said with a wink. Her friend looked a little apprehensive though. "But what about Shawn?" she asked.

"Don't worry about Shawn mate," Jasmine replied. "He'll be fine. Although he'll probably worry more about whether or not there are zombies here than the challenge."

"That doesn't bother you anymore?" Sammy tilted her head in confusion. Jasmine cast a look over to her boyfriend who was inspecting the campers he didn't know personally for bite marks. (Which not too many seemed to appreciate if Courtney's irate look was any indication.)

"He is who he is," Jasmine said with a smile. "I can't help but love the guy, paranoia and bad smell included. And yes, I'm well aware of how weird that sounds."

Chris was now looking at his watch again and grinned before pulling out a megaphone. "Ok everybody!" he called, garnering the teens' attention. "Duncan and Izzy's five minutes are up which means it's time to officially start this challenge! Partner or no partner, take your positions at the forest's entrance and..." he held three fingers in the air.

"On your mark..." he took down one finger as everyone stood before the path that lead into Boney Island's thicket.

"Get set..." only one finger was in the air now as the campers began to exchange competitive looks, some friendly, others hostile.

"Try not to die!" Chris pulled out his air horn and blew it into the megaphone, causing a deafening sound that rattled nearly all of the contestants. Some with relatively weak bodies such as Cameron, Dave and Cody fell to the ground while others had to cover their ears in an attempt to block the noise out. They cast dark glares to the host who mischievously shrugged.

"What? You all know me, you all should've expected that," he said impishly. Such words only incensed the heated looks aimed at him. "And by all means keep wasting your time by giving me the stink eye. Chef may prefer more of a hunt, but I don't think he'd say no to some easy targets, right Chef?"

The cook was already on one knee and had his weapon ready to fire. "If only I could choose who oughta be first," he mused. "Decisions, decisions."

"Quick! We gotta amscray!" Shawn yelled. He and the others ran as fast as they could, quickly breaking off into different directions as the path widened.

Chris gave a satisfied sigh after seeing the players run. "This is gonna be fun," he said before turning to his cohost. "Do not make this easy for them, cool?" The burly cook nodded and was about to begin his own trek through the woods before a shrill noise was heard by the both of them.

"Cody? Cody? Where are you Cuddly Bug? I couldn't see a Noco shipper anywhere on the beach!"

Sierra had just run back up to the bonfire pit and true to form, was looking around for no one other than Cody. In fact, she didn't seem to care at all that with the exceptions of Chris and Chef, the area was deserted.

"Cody! Were your eyes playing tricks on you?" Sierra called. "Or were you just trying to play a little trick on me?"

The super fan's presence easily annoyed both the host and his assistant, the latter holding up his weapon and giving his boss a pleading look. Chef didn't even have to ask.

"Try and go for the mouth," Chris requested. Chef eagerly nodded in reply and with careful aim, fired an enormous meatball straight at the intended target.

"Mmph!"

Following Chris's order exactly, Chef had hit Sierra directly in the mouth which left her, to the great relief of both of them, unable to talk. Not only that, but the force of the blast had knocked her straight off her feet, leaving her on her back on the ground. She quickly tried to scrape it away, her eyes starting to water from its sheer pungency.

Chris walked over to the fangirl and disappointingly shook his head. "What a shame," he said. "With what you know about the contestants you may very well have actually won the challenge had you not fallen for such an obvious lie." He was met with a small amount of meatball being spat in his face.

"Codykins lying to me? Never!" Sierra had managed to pick herself up and was wiping away the remnants of Chef's attack from her face. She pointedly turned away from him and crossed her arms. "He might tease me every now and then but lie to me? That's crazy talk!"

Chris flicked the foodstuffs from his face and glared at her. "Right..." he said slowly. "That reminds me, with you here I'll need to be sure to have the men in white on speed dial. But as for right now, you're officially out of the challenge!"

Sierra's eyes shot open before she spun around to face him again. "What?!" she asked in disbelief. "How is that possible? The challenge can't have started already!" Chris groaned before motioning to the area.

"Look around Sierra," he said in exasperation. "No one's here! Why would you think that is?"

Sierra did so and it then finally dawned on her that the challenge did start when she saw Chef began making his way down the path.

"Oh..." she looked more than a little embarrassed. "Hold on though. You said we were getting a two minute head start before Chef could start shooting at us!" This actually made Chris chuckle some.

"Heh heh heh! Oops! Did I say two minutes?" he asked not so innocently. "I actually meant two seconds! Units of time can be so easy to mix up sometimes, y'know?"

Sierra's face fell. "B-But Cody is out there all alone!" she protested. "He won't survive out there without me!"

"I will have you know that Cody is in fact not alone," Chris said while holding up a finger. "And in my opinion his chances of survival have increased exponentially now that you won't be following him."

He gave a whistle and soon a jeep driven by an intern that Sierra didn't recognize pulled up. Chris hopped into the passenger's seat and turned around to continue talking to her.

"Instead you'll be following me and What's-His-Face here, on foot of course, to the cabins to await the other twenty-three losers," he said, not paying any attention to the intern that looked to be attempting to burn holes in the back of his head. Sierra opened her mouth to speak but Chris cut her off before a single word came out.

"Just letting you know now that I made sure to have a tranquilizer gun ready in case one of our cameos got out of hand. I am not afraid to use it on you and have him," he jerked a thumb towards the irritated intern, "drag you to the cabins instead."

Sierra quickly shut her mouth and sadly nodded. As the jeep rolled away, she began to shuffle along, muttering about how unfair Chris was being to Total Drama's number one fan.


The scene flashed to show Beardo, by himself, calmly walking through the forest with his hands cupped by his mouth and making a sound akin to a police siren. Having watched Total Drama before competing himself, the beatboxer knew it was the perfect sound to drive out either one of his potential targets. Or at the very least keep animals away from him.

Stopping for a minute, he looked around for a sign; of Izzy, Duncan, a trap, anything. When he spotted some bushes rustling a few feet away, he quietly tiptoed until he got closer. Whatever was behind the bush was still moving, so Beardo steeled his nerves before making the loudest thunderclap sound he could muster.

"Aaahh! Mommy! Help me! Come save your little dictator!"

Beardo frowned. It was Max who was now cowering up against a tree, mistakenly believing there was real thunder. With much reluctance, he went over and snapped his fingers at the shorter boy.

Max opened one eye and when he saw the beatboxer, he frowned. "How dare you!" he exclaimed. "Trying to instill fear into the great me?! You have just earned yourself a place on my revenge list! Right between Scarlett and the ice cream man who never stops his truck for me!"

Beardo rolled his eyes and decided to leave Max to his rantings when he heard more rustling. He slapped a hand over Max's mouth and held a finger over his own to signal him to stop shouting. It wasn't anything to be afraid of though, as two considerably nice campers emerged from the greenery.

"Hello Beardo, Max," Dawn greeted with a smile. "Would it be alright with you two if B were to make use of that cage?"

Both boys exchanged confused looks before Max swat Beardo's hand away. "Cage? What cage?" he demanded rudely. B pointed towards the top of the tree they were standing by and sure enough, tied to a branch was a wooden cage.

"Well, not so much the cage itself as the rope keeping it up," Dawn explained. "B says its a durable kind that will be more than enough to restrain Izzy or Duncan." The silent boy nodded in confirmation. Beardo replied with a thumbs up while Max scoffed and crossed his arms.

"You may go ahead and try peons," he said snootily. "But once I enact my ingenious plan to catch those barbarians, it is I who shall be leading a team! A team of evil!"

Dawn and Beardo didn't appear to be impressed while B hadn't been listening to Max at all. He was busy scaling the tree to reach the branch where the rope's knot was.


(Confession Cam)

Dawn - "Max's aura is...not easily described with just a few words.

Beardo - *He holds his hands over his eyes and motions opening and closing them while making cuckoo bird sounds.*


A sudden scratching sound was then heard, surprising all four teenagers. "Someone else is here," Dawn said. She walked over to where the sound had been coming from, her expression having become serious. She knelt down and peered into a bush only for a small squirrel to pop out and chitter happily at her.

"It's merely a filthy piece of vermin," Max scoffed, but Dawn shook her head. "This little one isn't who I was referring to Max," she said, giving the critter a scratch behind its ears. "I can sense another's aura, and it isn't happy."

Beardo make a sound of a knife slicing, bending his arm for emphasis. "No I don't think that it's Chef," Dawn replied, understanding what he meant. "This aura isn't just angry, it's scared too."

"Poppycock!" Max walked over to her. "Your speak of 'auras' is utter nonsense! I command you to end your ramb-Ow!" He was cut off when an acorn hit him on the head. He turned to see that B, now in the tree, had thrown it and was now shushing him. He then began to make work on untying the rope.

"B is right Max," Dawn said now standing up holding the squirrel in her hands. "If you don't stop shouting then Chef is bound to find us."

"Bah! That poor excuse for a cook shall never find me!" Max yelled. "He has a much better chance at capturing that mangy little rodent!" He pointed to the squirrel which wasn't the best idea as the offended forest creature wasted no time in biting his finger.

"Aaah! Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!"

The wannabe villain began running around in pain but the squirrel stubbornly held on. Beardo and Dawn both tried to stop him, but he managed to unintentionally evade them at every turn.

"Max please!" Dawn cried. "You'll hurt that poor animal at the rate you're going!"

A large booming sound then filled the air causing all three of them to stop dead. This was quickly followed by a loud thud caused by B having fallen from the tree, his entire torso covered in pasta.

"Hello children," Chef chuckled darkly, stepping into view. Before anyone could react he fired off another three shots and squarely hit Beardo's afro, Dawn's stomach, and Max's face. All of them had been knocked down and were groaning in pain, the squirrel having finally released its grip in Max.

"Y'all are out of the game!" the cook announced. "And you have the little purple haired 'genius' to thank since it was him that led me right to ya."

Max sheepishly laughed as the other three glared at him. Dawn picked herself up and looked back to where the scratching noise had been.

"It's gone," she said sadly. "And it looked to be in so much pain." She sighed before her brow furrowed in anger. "I don't like to let myself get mad but Max, you were just acting like a...like a-" She was cut off by Beardo mimicking a donkey's brays to which B nodded in agreement.


"I guess it all goes back to when I invited her over to have dinner with me and my parents. She called me Steve and from there, everything just kinda went downhill."

In another part of the forest Tyler was recounting his breakup to Cody and Trent. Surprisingly enough they hadn't fallen victim to any traps but that didn't stop the latter two from keeping their eyes peeled while listening to their friend.

"Something just hit me after she left that night," the jock went on. "After nearly three years of dating she still forgot my name and that wasn't the biggest problem! I mean, there were times I'd end up alone at a restaurant or the movies because she forgot we made plans and would be hanging out with Beth!"

"Well some girls do need that special time with just their friends," Cody said.

"It's not just that," Tyler shook his head. "Anytime some other dude would come along, someone better looking, it was like I didn't even exist!"

"Yeah, that's never a fun thing to deal with," Trent said, remembering that he was one of the boys Lindsay had flirted back during the first season. Seeing Tyler's glum face made him feel guilty for any times he may have flirted back.

"I dunno you guys," Tyler said wistfully. "I didn't expect her to still be upset over it. Maybe I made a mista-Yeow!" Cody and Trent both cringed when they saw that the jock had stepped right into a bear trap. Both rushed over to help him, Cody taking ahold of his leg while Trent began to pull the jaws apart. It took some doing, but he managed to get enough space to where Cody could pull Tyler free before he let go and the jaws snapped back shut.

"Let me ask you something Tyler," Trent said standing up. "When was the last time you felt your heart go 'ba-bump' when you thought of Lindsay? How long has it been since the thought of her made you so happy, you might as well have been walking on air?"

The jock rubbed his chin as he pondered this. "It's actually hasn't been for quite a while now that I think about it," he replied.

"Well then you did the right thing," Trent said. "If being around her or even thinking about her doesn't make your heart pound like crazy, it's best to end things. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair to you or to Lindsay."

"Really?" Tyler asked, to which the music man nodded.

"Besides, there are plenty of other girls competing and almost all of them are single," Cody added. "Who's to say you won't find someone new?"

"Attention campers!" Chris's voice announced over the loudspeaker. "This just in! Sierra, B, Max, Beardo and Dawn have all been taken out! Chef is on the prowl now, so I suggest you get your butts in gear lest you want to die a tomato sauce induced death!"

"He really loves playing it up, doesn't he?" Trent asked. Cody was too happy to respond. The news left him with an insatiable grin on his face.

"Sierra's out of the challenge!" he cheered. "Yes! Sweet freedom!"

"You do know you'll see her once we make it to the cabins, right?" Tyler's question dampened the geek's mood considerably, though Trent couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm guessing you won't be telling her about our last concert anytime soon then?" he asked. Cody shook his head.

"Sierra might drive me nuts but she's a very sensitive person," he said. "I need some more time to think about how I'm gonna tell her what happened. I mean, I don't wanna hurt her."

Tyler looked between the two confusedly. "Uh...What are you guys talking about?"

Cody hung his head and sighed. "It was our farewell concert in Toronto..." he started.

"Lemme guess; the little dorkling actually managed to get some other chick to go out with him?" All three boys were startled when a new voice cut Cody off. They were less than pleased to see that Duncan had joined them, looking rather arrogant.

"How many time did you have to beg her before she said yes?" the punk asked causing Cody to scowl at him.

"I believe I was talking to my friends Duncan," he said. "What I was about to say is none of your business."

Duncan held up his hands. "All right, all right kid chill," he said. "Believe it or not I'm actually not here to cause trouble. I'm here to ask a favor."

Trent raised a brow at this. "What kind of favor?" he asked. Duncan pointed a finger to the metal band around his ankle and then at Cody.

"You're pretty good with tech stuff like this, ain't ya?" Cody nodded. "Well then how's about getting this stupid thing off of me?" When the geek shook his head, he grimaced in reply. "What do you mean 'no'?"

"I mean that Chris could penalize me for helping you out," Cody said. "Knowing him he'd probably send me home the minute you got off the island and I don't wanna risk getting booted the first day. Also, I don't like you."

Duncan growled as he stormed over to Cody and lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little skeeze," he snarled. "I'm being awfully nice here, especially considering where I've been for the past few months. I'll put it differently; get this band off my leg, and I won't leave you black and blue."

The smaller and weaker Cody began to shake at this threat but was relieved when he saw Trent grab Duncan's wrist.

"That's enough," he told the punk sternly. "He has no obligation to help you. Now let him go."

Normally Duncan wouldn't back down, totally confident that he could take both Cody and Trent in a fight. But when he saw Tyler walking up to them cracking his knuckles, he decided to obey.

He put Cody down but as he did so he noticed that by his foot was a thread suspended above the ground. An impish smirk made its way to his face when he turned around and got a vague look at what it was connected to.

"Fine, I know when I'm beat," he said innocently. "But before I go, I've only this to say; heads up!" He dropped to the ground and yanked the thread. Before anyone could make sense of what was going on, an incredibly long bola came sailing through the air and bound itself tightly to Cody, Trent and Tyler, knocking them off their feet and onto the ground with their backs against a tree.

"Ha! That's what you suckers get for thinking you could go up against me!" Duncan cackled. He proceeded to pull out a marker from his pocket and scribble a mustache onto the boys' faces, each a different style ; a handlebar on Tyler, a toothbrush on Cody, and a horseshoe on Trent.

The punk sniggered for a moment but then frowned. "I can do more than that," he said to himself. "I was in prison after all." He scratched his head and snapped his fingers when an idea came to him. Placing one hand on Tyler's temple and the other on Trent's he then slammed all three of their heads together, leaving them dazed and in pain.

"Much better," he said satisfied. He was about to leave when something sticking out of Trent's pocket caught his eye. "And what's this?" he asked snatching it. "Elvis, you've still got Pasty's old Alien Chunks necklace? Don't tell me you're still holding the torch for her."

"G-Gib, give it back, Dooncan," Trent struggled to say, his head still hurting.

"Nah, I think I'll hang on to it," the punk replied placing it around his neck and then tucking it into his shirt. "I was actually gonna go see her next, see if she'd be willing to give me another shot."

A roar in the distance that distinctly sounded ursine in nature caused his eyes to widen.

"Well, I'd say that's my cue to get out of here gents," he declared. "Later!" He ran off leaving the boys who were tied up glaring after him.


(Confession Cam)

Trent - *The mustache is still on his face* "Of course Duncan should realize, this means war!"


"Your eyes are like two jades found in a pile of precious treasure. Seeing them makes my heart soar so high, I couldn't begin to measure."

Elsewhere in a clearing, Rodney was alone and completely unfocused on the challenge. Instead he was contemplating poetry to recite to his most recent infatuation; Izzy.

"Your hair is a beautifully bright orange. It...It...Wait a minute. What rhymes with orange?"

Which was going about as well as one might expect.

"That line won't do any good," he sighed. The country boy folded his arms behind his back and started to pace. "Maybe a poem isn't the way to go. Maybe some other kind of big gesture? Hmm...Oof!"

Unfortunately, Rodney had forgotten that when a person paces, they must turn around to walk in a different direction after a certain point. He had just walked into a tree.

"This isn't going as easily as I had hoped," he moaned as he slid down and sank to the ground.

"Help!"

Rodney shook his head and picked himself up when he heard a voice cry out, one that was in distress. "Huh? Who is that?" he wondered aloud. Curiosity having stricken him, he waded through foliage until he came upon a certain liar tangled up inside a net that was suspended in the air. "Um, hi. Your name's Staci right?"

"Wha?" Staci asked not having seen him come. "Oh yah! Hi there Rodney!" She now looked very relieved at his presence though he still couldn't tell why. She nervously pointed past him. He turned to see a pack of grey wolves standing before him, growling with their teeth bared.

"I uh, guess they didn't really like my story about my Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather Ronald invented the hunting rifle," Staci sheepishly said as she twiddled her thumbs.

The wolves began to advance, causing the chatterbox to scream in fright. Rodney however didn't appear to be afraid. "Aw this is nothing to worry about," he said with a shrug. Taking in a deep breath, he slammed a foot on the ground and bellowed out a mighty roar. The wolves froze, and Rodney did it once more, now waving his arms around. This caused the pack to start whimpering in fear and with one final roar, Rodney had sent them running with their tails between their legs.

"Wow," Staci breathed. "That was amazing!"


(Confession Cam)

Rodney - "It's not the first time I've scared wolves away. Those critters are always trying to break into the chicken coop back home. But getting rid of them is easy; make yourself as loud and scary as possible. If the alpha runs, the others will too. A lot of people in the city don't get that a lot of animals are more gentle than they think.


"Thanks Rodney," Staci said.

"You're welcome," Rodney replied. "Hey, by any chance have you seen Izzy around?"

"Oh yah!" Staci stuck her arm through the net and pointed to the east. "I think I heard some laughing over in that direction!" she answered. "It sounded an awful lot like Izzy!"

"Really?" Rodney asked. "Great! Thanks Staci! I've gotta track down my special girl!" He immediately took off, not realizing that Staci was still trapped inside the net.

"Wait!" she tried calling after him. But she was too late, the country boy was gone. "Oh, now how am I gonna get down?"


(Confession Cam)

Chris - *He chuckles to himself* "Chef would answer that question a few minutes later on. As you at home are about to see, the forest proved to be a little more than even some of the toughest anticipated."


The following footage consisted of various campers succumbing to one kind of obstacle or another.

The first clip consisted of Eva striking a tree with her fist, causing it to shake and several leaves to fall. What also fell was a surprised Izzy, who landed right into Eva's open arms. She laughed at first and then proceeded to poke her captor's cheeks and lick her forehead. Eva, being well accustomed to Izzy's antics, did not get mad though she did give off a stern look. The psycho wasn't fazed but did soon see something that caused her to jump up and run away. (Or cartwheel away rather.) Eva turned around to see what had driven Izzy away; two fierce-looking wooly beavers. Undeterred, the athlete grinned as she said, "Bring it on."

Next came a clip of Lindsay hiding behind Anne Maria as the two were confronted by a rather large snake. Both of them backed away as it snapped at them, until Anne Maria pulled out a can of spray tan from her pouf and aimed a generous dose right into the reptile's open mouth. The girls cheered in victory as it slithered away coughing only to be hit moments later by one of Chef's spaghetti shots. To add insult to injury, most of it ended up in their hair.

Following that Lightning, Jo and Brick were seen, seemingly more focused on outrunning each other than locating one of their targets. Ahead of the others, Jo stopped for a minute and stretched out her leg to trip Lightning, causing him to fall straight into a pit trap. Smugly laughing to herself, she began to run again only to fall into a second pit that was nearby herself. Brick sighed and disappointedly shook his head before continuing on. Unfortunately, before he could advance much further, a growling alligator blocked his way. The cadet reacted in a way that was perfectly natural in such a situation; he wet himself from the fear. Luckily the smell was enough to drive the beast away.

Then came a clip of Shawn, effortlessly hopping from tree to tree. Doing so allowed him to easily avoid any and all traps or animals located below. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the scruffy teen sat down on a branch. While there he saw a lone figure, dragging its feet along the ground and moaning. Peering to get a better look, he shrieked when he saw a grungy-looking face. "It's a walker!" The shock caused him to fall backwards and land flat on his back onto a glue trap. The supposed zombie then straightened itself up and laughed. It then wiped its face clean and revealed itself to be Duncan who had covered himself in mud. The punk then doodled on Shawn's face and ran off.

Finally Sky was shown attempting to talk to Dave one final time. But instead of listening to a thing she had to say, he had his fingers in his ears, chanting childishly, "La la la la la!" This proved to be his undoing though as by ignoring Sky he was unable to hear her warning him about a snare. Needless to say, the end result was Dave suspended in the air upside down. His hair had also fallen completely off his scalp, revealing that he was still bald.


The footage then flashed forward to show the eliminated campers gathered around the cabins. Now having access to the washrooms and their luggage, everyone had decided to shower off all the filth that had gotten on to them as a result of the challenge. Those who were finished and those who were still waiting their turn were standing by the finish line. One of them was Jasmine, who was disheartened to see Shawn come with meatball on his face and the glue trap still plastered to his back.

"What happened Shawnie?" she asked. "I figured you'd ace this kinda challenge for sure!"

"I could say the same to you," he replied. "Duncan tricked me. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who think of the encroaching apocalypse as a joke!" He sighed, frustrated with himself more than anything. "How'd Chef get to you?"

The Australian jerked a thumb behind her. "Someone got herself stuck in a little quicksand and screeched so loud, it would've been impossible for him not to find us." Nearby, a chiming sound was heard, courtesy of Beardo. "Uh, what's up with him?"

"The whole situation of someone being so loud it attracted Chef rings a bell," Dawn explained for the beatboxer. Beardo grinned at her and fist bumped both her and B who was also smiling.

Having heard all of this, Amy turned her nose up indignantly. "It was all Samey's fault!" she complained. "If she hadn't jumped out of the way when I tried to push her, I wouldn't have fallen in!"

"Maybe things would've gone better for you if you hadn't tried to push your sister into quicksand in the first place?" Shawn tentatively suggested.

"Oh like I even knew that it was there!" Amy huffed. "It looks just like sand!" While others winced at how shrill she was being, Jasmine walked over to her with a glare.

"Sammy told me what you took from her," she said darkly. "I shouldn't be surprised that you'd stoop so low. Don't think you'll have your hold on her forever because I will help her get them back once she finishes her shower."

"Oh you can go ahead and try," the evil twin challenged. "But I managed to hide them right before the challenge started. Finding them might not be as easy as you think!"

The two stared at each other heatedly until Shawn walked up to them. "What exactly are you guys talking about?"

Sighing, Jasmine turned away while Amy wore a victorious smirk. "I'll tell you later," she replied. She then sniffed the air and covered her nose. "But you might wanna shower yourself first. No offense babe but you reek like expired vegemite."

A high pitched scream was heard and the couple turned their heads to see Lightning, clad in nothing but a towel, run out of the washrooms shivering.

"D-D-D-Dang it Dave!" the football player yelled towards the germaphobe. "Y-You sha-sha-sha-used up all of the hot water!"


(Confession Cam)

Dave - "I had to make sure my toupee, which I only need to wear now thanks to Sky, was clean. Do you have any idea how many bugs could've crawled into it when it fell off me? Neither do I and that's what's so scary about it!"


"All but seven campers have been taken out of the game!" Chris announced. "And hardly anyone's even come close to Izzy or Duncan! Seriously, this is just sad."

Hearing this was the small group of Trent, Cody, and Tyler who had stopped by a river to clean off Duncan's handiwork.

"I'd love to see how he'd do in one of these challenges," Tyler griped crossing his arms. On the ground and looking despondent was Cody, with Trent patting his back.

"You made a noble sacrifice little bro," he consoled. "If it wasn't for you giving up your candy, that bear would've eaten us for sure!" He stood up. "And personally, I'd sooner have my skin over a piece of butterscotch."

Cody nodded. "I guess you're right," he sighed. "But I don't deserve all the credit. It was Tyler and his super strong fingers that got us out of that bola." This caused the jock to swell with pride.

"Can you believe it's all natural?" he asked looking at his hands. "I barely need to work these guys out at all!" He then frowned. "Although we wouldn't have gotten into that mess if it wasn't for Duncan. I really don't like that guy."

"Neither do I," Cody remarked now getting up himself.

"I'm with you both so it's unanimous then? We go after Duncan?" Trent asked. The other two nodded to which the music man grinned. "Good. Now all we need, is a plan."

A faint whistling sound was heard, startling all three of them. They quickly dove into the bushes and peeked out to see Chef, casually whistling a tune as he strolled by and appearing not to have noticed their presence. Once he was gone, they all poked their heads out.

"Is it me, or did that song seem familiar to you guys?" Cody asked. Tyler noticed that Trent suddenly appeared thoughtful. "What's up dude?" he asked. "You got an idea?"

"I believe I do," Trent replied. "It's just a hunch really, but it's better than nothing so listen closely." The three huddled up as Trent relayed his plan to them, wanting to be as discreet as possible.

When they broke apart, Trent asked his friends, "Well? What do you think?"

"Big bro that plan sounds dangerous, risky, and incredibly likely to get ourselves seriously maimed," Cody replied. With a grin he gave a thumbs up. "I'm in."


(Confession Cam)

Cody - "Trent's always had a bit of a gambler in him. He isn't afraid to take a chance or two. Back when we were Drama Brothers, his ideas to get us gigs always seemed to be harebrained schemes that never sounded like they'd actually work. And believe it or not, they did. Well, most of the time."


"I'm in too," Tyler said slapping Trent on the back. "This sounds so extreme that I'd hate myself if I passed it up."

"Sweet!" Trent cheered. "Then let's go and bag ourselves a delinquent!" Cody and Tyler whooped in reply and the trio dashed off to an unknown destination.


Meanwhile, far off from where Trent, Tyler and Cody were, Courtney had been scanning the woods for just about any kind of sign from Izzy. Before the challenge had even started she resolved to search for just the crazy girl as she did not want anything to do with Duncan. However, she was having little to no luck until she spotted something on the ground.

"Red hair," she said to herself as she observed the small strand she had picked up. She frowned once she saw how long it was. "Too short to belong to Izzy," she remarked. "It looks more like it'd belong to that big guy or..."

"Get the heck away from me you overgrown turkeys!" a voice rung out nearby. Courtney knew instantly who it belonged to.

"Scott!" she cried. The Type A tossed away the hair and ran in the direction the voice was coming from. Brushing past some foliage she soon saw the redneck with a club standing over a pair of Stymphalian Canadian Geese, panting after having bludgeoned both vicious birds on the head.

"That'll...teach ya to...mess with Scotty," the schemer wheezed, not hearing Courtney called his name. When she came up to him and tapped his shoulder, he swiftly raised his club as he turned around.

"I'm warning...Oh it's just you," he calmed down once he realized that it was his ex-girlfriend behind him and not another goose. "And to what do I owe the displeasure?" he asked hoisting the club over his shoulder.

Courtney cast her head down in shame. "I deserve that," she said. "Look Scott, I really want to apologize for what I did. I got so caught up in the idea of actually winning this stupid game and the million for once I guess I lost sight of the great things I had, including you. So, I'm sorry."

"Pfft! You think I'd actually believe that crock? You really oughta get yourself some acting lessons babe!"

Courtney looked up in shock as Scott gave her an unimpressed look.

"Crock? I'm telling you the truth!" Courtney insisted. "I really am sorry! I only came back so I could make things right with you and Gwen!"

Scott rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he said dismissively. "Like you aren't thinking about the prize money at all?"

Courtney opened her mouth to protest but no words came out immediately. She looked aside. "Well, I wouldn't say no to winning the money," she admitted quietly.

"Ya see?" Scott pointed at her accusingly. "You love victory more than anything, you're always working some kinda angle. Well you ain't bossing me around this time, I call my own shots!"

"What?" Courtney gaped. "But I thought you liked when I bossed you around!"

"Key word being 'liked'," the schemer retorted. "But that stupid crush I had on you made me forget how much I like giving orders more than taking them. That's why when I'm a captain, I'm gonna revel in pushing these losers around." He rubbed his chin in thought. "In fact I think my first command will be that everyone do their best to get rid of you."

"Are you serious?!" Courtney gasped. "You'd only pick me as a teammate just so you could eliminate me first?!" Her brow furrowed in anger. "Here I am trying to be sincere and you're acting like this! Were you always this much of a jerk?!"

"If that ain't the pot calling the kettle black," Scott shot back. "But yeah, I am a jerk. In fact I should thank you. What you did to me made me an even bigger jerk than before, which I gotta say is a lot nicer than being the idiot who kept getting hurt all the time."

"Fine!" Courtney shouted. "Then forget this! I'm out of here!" She turned on her heel and began to walk away. "By the way," she called. "You better watch out behind you."

Scott waved her off. "Yeah, like I'm dumb enough to fall for that old trick," he said. But a loud hissing sound caused his eyes to widen. He turned around to see a third prehistoric goose had arrived and looked livid after seeing its kin knocked out on the ground.

"Mama," Scott whimpered.

Courtney was alone again, angrily wiping away the tears that were forming in her eyes. When she heard Scott screaming she turned around and contemplated going back for a minute.

"Oh, it's just one more, he can handle himself," she decided before resuming her walk.


(Confession Cam)

Courtney - "Admittedly, that probably would've gone a lot better if I hadn't lost my temper. *She slumps down and sighs in defeat.* But it looks like neither Gwen nor Scott will forgive me anytime soon. So what do I do now?"


"Hey are you okay?"

Courtney shrieked in surprise and fell down on her behind when out of nowhere, Izzy appeared, hanging upside down from a tree branch no less.

"How long have you been there?" Courtney asked. Izzy leaned back up before jumping down from the tree. "Izzy is everywhere! All the time!" she exclaimed. When she saw that Courtney wasn't smiling, she frowned. "I heard that nasty fight you had with Scott, are you alright?"

"Why would you care?" Courtney asked in confusion. "It's not like we were ever friends. I haven't been all that nice to you, or anyone else for that matter."

Izzy shook her head. "Not true," she replied. "Izzy's never forgotten that you were the only one who was concerned when a plane fell on me and Big O in Jamaica."


(Confession Cam)

Courtney - "How could she possibly remember that? She had a concussion!"


The crazy girl yanked a long vine from the tree she was hiding in. "Here, will catching me make you feel better?" she offered it to Courtney. "You can tie me up with this!"

Courtney could only stare in disbelief. "Why would you do that? You're supposed to be evading capture, not help someone hunting you!"

"Because Izzy is bored!" the psycho yelled melodramatically. "This has been going on for hours and I want my catapult/cannon ride! I'd pick on Cheffy-poo to kill time, but evil host man said if I did I wouldn't get to be fired like a rocket!"

Courtney looked tempted. She began to reach towards the vine but quickly stopped herself. "No," she said. "As much I as want to win, I don't want it to just be handed to me. If I don't win using my own abilities, there'd be no point."

"Suit yourself," Izzy shrugged tossing the vine aside. "But you might wanna hurry up and do it cuz I can hear jolly old Mr. Hatchet coming this way, toodles!" She began to skip off and sure enough, Courtney could faintly hear Chef's gruff voice complaining.

"Oh you're not getting away from me!" she whispered to make sure he wouldn't hear her. She picked up the vine and began to chase after Izzy. "I will catch you but I'm going to do it my way!"

Izzy, deciding to acknowledge the type A's wishes, began to run on all fours as fast as she could, now determined not to be caught.


The scene then flashed to yet another part of the forest, one that was currently being occupied by Cameron and Gwen, the former nervously pacing back and forth while the latter sketched his movements on a notepad.

"I don't understand it," Cameron said thoughtfully. "We've searched extensively and haven't seen so much as a shred of Izzy's whereabouts. Where could she be hiding?" He stopped for a minute and kicked the dirt around some. "Maybe underground?"

"I wouldn't put it past her," Gwen answered. "But if that is the case, then I'm sorry but I'm giving up the search." She finished her drawing and then held it up for Cameron to see. "What do you think?"

The bubble boy observed the sketch and then took off his glasses in hopes of seeing his reflection in them. "My head isn't really that big, is it?" he asked. Gwen chuckled as she took his glasses from him.

"Of course it isn't," she told him as she put them back on his face. "And your legs aren't that short either. It's a caricature, I wanted it to look unrealistic."

"Oh," Cameron nodded in understanding. He then smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "Well in that case I'd say bravo!" The two exchanged a laugh, not noticing someone approach them until he decided to speak up.

"So do you plan on charging for those drawings Pasty, or are you giving them away? 'Cause I wouldn't mind one myself."

Both Gwen and Cameron's expressions changed once they saw Duncan before them, hers becoming sour and his turning wary.

"What do you want Duncan?" the goth asked her ex while crossing her arms. Cameron began to slowly back away. "I'll just, be over there," he said quietly, not really sure if he was heard.

The punk walked up to Gwen. "You're a little more hostile than usual Gwen," he remarked. "But still, it's great to hear your voice again. I missed you so much."

"No."

Duncan's unibrow shot up in surprise when he Gwen say but one word. "No?" he repeated. "Whaddya mean, 'no'? I haven't even asked you anything yet!"

"You were gonna ask me if I wanted to get back together with you and since I don't want to, I said no," Gwen replied knowingly.

Duncan frowned. "Look, if this is about the whole, 'me being obsessed with Courtney,' thing, I'm over it, I swear!" he told her holding his right hand up. "The minute I heard you guys start coming in here, you were the only girl I wanted to see."

Gwen rolled her eyes. "Yeah and how long will that last?" she asked.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're constantly craving attention Duncan," she answered poking him in the chest. "Especially negative attention. I'll admit I could've focused on you more, but what difference would it have really made? You always seem to be at your happiest when someone's yelling at you. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that why you blew up Chris's mansion in the first place bad boy?"

As the former couple unhappily conversed, Cameron had been slowly inching away, not wanting to get caught in the middle of any drama. But as he did so, he inched right into a trap. "Whoa!" Within seconds he hanging upside down by his ankle. "Umm...Gwen?"

"In a minute Cam," Gwen said not turning away from Duncan and thus, unaware of what just happened. Cameron's pupils began to shrink when he heard rustling and several grunts in the bushes. "Okay..." he replied.

"But what about the special connection you and I've always had?" Duncan tried. "The special bond forged through a love horror movies and heavy metal?"

"And how often did you ever actually talk to me about any of my interests besides things like that?" Gwen countered. When Duncan didn't immediately answer, she continued. "I want to have a relationship that has more depth than that, to do more than just make out. I bet you can't even tell me who my favorite artist is."

"The...guy that lopped off his own ear?" Duncan weakly suggested with a shrug. "Vincent Van Flo?"

Gwen sighed. "That's Vincent Van Gogh, and no, that isn't it."

"If...memory serves...I believe your favorite...is Salvador Dali," Cameron spoke up dazedly, much blood having flown to his head as a result of the position he was in.

"Thank you Cameron," Gwen said. "You see Duncan? I haven't known him nearly as long as I've known you and-What the?" When she turned around to gesture towards the bubble boy she saw the predicament he was now facing. In addition to hanging upside down he was now surrounded by several pigs, each trying to bite at the drawstrings of his hoodie.

"Has it...been a minute yet?" Cameron asked. Gwen ran up to him and began to wade through the crowd of swine to get to him. "Next time, don't worry about being polite and speak up," she told him. She then faced her ex as she began to untie the knot. "Bottom line Duncan, when I said it was over, I meant it. Sorry."

"Yeah," Duncan muttered with a glare. "Sure you are." He stormed off, leaving Gwen and Cameron alone once more.

"Shoo!" The pigs were not making things easy for Gwen as many nearly threw themselves onto her, eager to smell a new presence. Cameron did his best to look up to her. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it, they're only pigs," she replied, keeping her attention focused on the rope.

"That's not what I mean. I mean the whole reason we decided to go after Izzy is so you wouldn't have had to go through what just happened with Duncan. It couldn't have been easy."

Gwen merely shrugged. "With my luck it was bound to happen sooner or later," she said. "It's probably better that it happened now so he can't his hopes up if there's ever another Total Drama reunion happening soon." A distinct clicking sound was heard, startling the both of them.

"What was that?" Cameron asked in a hushed voice. His answer came in the form of Chef stepping out from behind a tree, his bazooka cocked and loaded.

A few seconds later, screams from the both of them could easily be heard from where Duncan had sulked off to. And though he was surprised to hear them, he decided not to care.

"Wish McLean had let me keep my knife," he mused as he cast a look towards a tree. "I could really stand to do some wood carving right about now." He sighed. "Well what can I do? It's not like I can go get on Courtney's nerves, she's probably sucking face with that dirt clod Scott. Pfft, no accounting for taste."

"For all those times you stood by me

For all the truth that you made me see

For all the joy you brought to my life..."

Duncan twitched when he heard a familiar song begin to play throughout the woods. His head began to dart around in different directions as he wondered where it was coming from. But just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The punk shuddered. "I've been out here too long," he tried to convince himself. "I'm starting to hear things."

"...For all the wrong that you made right

For every dream you made come true

For all the love I found in you..."

The punk's calm façade was quickly dropped when the music started up again. He crouched down and began to frantically search through bushes, only to find nothing. When he stood up, he felt something bump up against his back. Hesitantly turning around, he saw something he hadn't seen in quite some time, and had hoped to never see again.

"No...No...NOOOOOOO!"


"Wow, out of the three of you I honestly can't tell who looks the most horrible! Ha ha, awesome!"

Chris was standing near the finish line where three recently eliminated campers had come to join their peers. In addition to the pasta that was fired at them from Chef, Scott was covered with bruises and goose feathers while Gwen and Cameron had hoof marks on them due to the army cook spooking the pigs when he attacked them.

"Thanks for sugarcoating it for us Chris," Gwen said sarcastically.

"I always aim to please Gwen," he replied, taking the deathly stares aimed at him in stride. He took a minute to count all of the campers that were out of the challenge. "Let's see, two, three, four...fifteen, sixteen...and you three make twenty-two! Huh, doesn't seem like anyone will win at this rate!"

Yeehaw! Yippy ti yi yo!"

The host was taken aback when Izzy, with a vine lassoed around her midsection and covered in thorns, hopped to the finish line. Being dragged along the ground at the other end was Courtney, also covered in thorns and clutching the vine tightly.

"Please tell me it's over," she said wearily.

"Whoa, what the heck happened to her?" Scott asked.

"This cowgirl here did her bestest to wrangle me," Izzy replied having adopted a Southern burr. "So's I aimed to shake her off any which ways I could. Even ran her through a couple of briar patches but by gum she's a tough one!" She finished her sentence by hocking a loogie at the ground, much to the disgust of those listening to her tale.

Chris took a moment to look at the haggard CIT. "Is she the one that did that to you?" he asked Izzy, pointing to the vine she was wrapped up in to which Izzy nodded. "And she didn't let go once?" Izzy nodded again. "In that case, I hereby dub Courtney the first winner of today's challenge, meaning she will be one our two team captains!"

"Yay...I won..." Courtney weakly tried to cheer as she got up. She then fell on her back, too exhausted to stand.

"Swell," Gwen grumbled. "Can I go ahead and quit the show now?"

Before anyone could react to what she said, a large sack was dropped at Chris's feet. The culprits were none other than Trent, Cody and Tyler, the latter two standing proudly while the former opened the sack to reveal a tied up Duncan inside.

"Did somebody order a moody criminal with chip on his shoulder?" Trent asked. Duncan scowled as several campers began to cheer, more happy at this victory than they were of Courtney's.

"Dudes, nice!" Chris complimented. "This is unexpected! How'd you pull it off?"

"We had to borrow a few things," Cody replied as he and Tyler stepped aside to reveal a cardboard cutout of Celine Dion, the sight causing Duncan to yelp.

"Seriously? You're still scared of those things?" Eva asked from the sidelines. "You oughta be glad you're not in jail anymore."

"While we were hiding from Chef in the woods, I heard him whistling Because You Love Me and I had an idea," Trent explained. "We snuck into his kitchen and would you believe it, found this lovely lady. Which is good since my original plan was to have one of us wear one of his dresses and wigs to look like Celine Dion."

"Yeah," Tyler shifted uncomfortably. "I'm actually glad we never had to go through with that plan now that I think about it."

"Like that's any less humiliating than what Chris is sure to have us do in the future," Cody said shrugging.

"DON'T GIVE HIM ANY IDEAS!" Nearly all of the contestants collectively roared, causing Cody to flinch.

The host laughed. "Not a bad thought," he said. "Maybe I can work it in for a future challenge. But as for this particular one, I can only declare one other winner than Courtney and since it was Trent who carried Duncan here, it's him!"

Trent blanched. "Wait, what?" he asked. "You won't let us choose amongst ourselves?" When the host shook his head, Trent sighed as Cody and Tyler came to his side. "Crud, I was wanting one of you two to be a captain, not me. Not after I made such an idiot out of myself during season two."

"Don't worry yourself buddy," Cody told him. "You're older and wiser now. Besides, it was your idea that nabbed Duncan, not anything we came up with."

"And we'll be with you every step of the way," Tyler chimed in. "That is, if you'll have us."

Seeing his friends' support and belief in him brought a smile back to the music man's face. "Well then, I guess I'm a captain again," he conceded.

Chris then knelt down to face the captured punk. "And how does that make you feel Duncan?" he asked in a taunting voice. "You, an ex-con taken down by three dudes who weren't afraid to cross-dress if it'd been necessary."

"Shut. It. McLean." Duncan said through gritted teeth.

"That reminds me," Cody piped up. He too knelt down so he could face Duncan and jabbed him in both eyes with his fingers. "That's for trapping us and drawing on our faces," he said.

Tyler would quickly follow suit by slamming his fist down on the punk's head. "And that's for knocking our heads together and leaving us to a bear," he said.

Trent walked up to Duncan and reached into his shirt. With a victorious smirk, he pulled out the necklace that had been stolen from him. "Thank you," he grinned. "And this is for cheating on Courtney during Total Drama World Tour!" He delivered a swift punch to Duncan's face, strong enough to actually knock him onto his back. Several campers began to gasp, but none were more surprised than a certain two...


(Confession Cam)

Gwen - "Did he really just do that..."

Courtney - "...For me? Why?"

Trent - "One thing that's always ticked me off about the whole 'Gwuncan' thing, either Courtney or Gwen get all of the blame. A lot of people seem to forget, or deny, that Duncan was the one who walked in on Gwen's confessional and initiated the kiss. Sure, neither girl was exactly an angel during their feud but it never would've happened in the first place if not for him. Instead of having the decency to break up with Courtney like a real man would, he goes behind her back and kisses the only real friend she had on the plane. And he knew how much it would've hurt her. Someone had to call him out on it, even if Gwen did end up dumping him later on.


Gwen was still standing with her mouth agape when Trent approached her. He took her hand and placed the necklace in it.

"I think it's high time that I give this back," he said kindly. "It's brought me a little bit of luck but I'm positive that it suits you much more."

"W-Wow Trent, thanks," Gwen stuttered. "I-I don't know what to say."

"YOU THREE DERELICTS HAD THE NERVE TO STEAL MY FAVORITE STANDEE?!"

Everyone cringed when Chef Hatchet's voice boomed. Trent turned to see the cook seething with rage and stomping his way to where they were.

"Well then allow me to say this; arrivederci!" He quickly took off, leaving the goth girl stunned. "Let's skedaddle fellas!" Cody and Tyler swiftly joined him as they fled the campgrounds, with Chef hot on their tail firing meatballs at them.

Chris chuckled as the camera diverted its focus back onto him.

"Well, I can say that today's been eventful," he announced. "We've got our two captains; one an uptight and crabby future lawyer, the other a passionate modern day bard! Who will they choose for their teams? The only to find out is on the next gloriously action and adventure filled episode of...Total! Drama! Once Again!


The final scene that was shown took place during the night. Trent, Cody and Tyler were shown slumping against a tree, all three of them dripping in sweat and out of breath.

"I thought that he'd never give up," Tyler groaned. "My track coach could take lessons from that guy!"

"Seriously Trent," Cody wheezed. "Let's not involve Chef or any of his stuff in your future plans, agreed?"

"Agreed," Trent panted. The trio helped each other up when the sound of a twig being stepped on caused them to jump.

"He's back!" Tyler shouted. "He probably just went back to get more ammo!"

"You can all relax," a voice spoke up, the person to whom it belonged emerging into view. "Chef is back in his kitchen at camp. He won't come after you again tonight but he did say he wants to talk to you tomorrow."

Cody and Tyler looked fearful at the revelation while Trent appeared more curious. "Something tells me that's not the only reason you're out here," he told the person. "Is there anything you want to talk about...Courtney?" The CIT stepped closer and nodded. "Yes," she replied. "Yes there is."


End of Episode 1


Finally it's finished! I really must apologize to you all for the wait and thank you for your patience. I had hoped this to be the last chapter of 2015 but with snowstorms, power outages and holiday madness, it's now the first chapter of 2016. Happy New Year btw!

And our two team captains have officially been decided; Courtney Sonia O'Connor and Trenton Bruce Crocetti. For those of you who are fans of trivia, both their middle names and surnames reference famous people. In fact, this will be something I'll do at the end of every episode but starting with the next one, it will be the eliminated camper to have their full name (according to my headcanon) revealed.

Trent and Courtney may be captains but please rest assured; this in no way guarantees either one of them a spot in the finale.

This chapter turned out to be a lot longer than I originally thought which means that following episodes will most likely just be one chapter instead of two. As it is there were numerous scenes and interactions I cut because I didn't want to split the episode into three parts. I didn't want to do the montage initially but I feel better about it now as I finish this. And besides, how montages take place in the actual show?

Once I put this up I will also put up a poll as to whether or not this series should have a theme song sequence. The only reason why I'm hesitant to do so is because they do tend to spoil certain things, particularly couples. However, I've decided that's it up to you; can you handle certain aspects of this story being spoiled or would you prefer it not be that way. Please be sure to vote.

I honestly have no idea when I will have the next chapter done but I will start on it as soon as I can. Here's a little tidbit; the challenge is all about ice hockey to go along with the wintry weather going on in the real world.

So please review I implore you; what did you like about this chapter? What did you dislike? What do you think will happen in the future, specifically who Courtney and Trent will choose for their teams and why? Who do you believe the next cameo will be? Review because I promise to respond to every one of them via PM which is something I should've done last time.

As for now I bid you all adieu and hope to see you next chapter! Later!