Ninja Tail
In this chapter, the campers are going to go search for tickets. Not just any tickets mind you...they're the tickets to determine what team they're assigned to.
Oh, and we're going to flesh out the characters a bit more. You want that, right?
Chapter 2: Assigning Teams Redux
"Welcome back to Total Drama, everybody. Not too long ago, we got to meet our twenty-four campers. They were a diverse bunch, I have to say." noted Dawn.
"They sure were." nodded B.
"In this part of the episode, we're going to see which team they all get assigned to...as I said earlier, there are going to be three teams this year. And for those of you who are easily amused, each of the three teams have a different color theme: red, green, and blue." spoke the moonchild.
"That explains the trailers." acknowledged the genius.
"Yes. I wanted the trailers to be easy to tell apart, so we painted them different colors. Chef does a surprisingly good paint job." noted Dawn.
"He does?" asked B.
"Well, back when he used to fight in a war, he would often camoflauge himself using paint, so I suppose he would be rather skilled at it." acknowledged the moonchild.
"That's nice to know." answered the genius.
"I've actually painted a few pictures myself. Want to see them?" inquired Dawn.
Immediately, she pulled out a picture of Total Drama Island.
"That's nice artwork you have there." said B.
"You flatter me, B." answered Dawn, her cheeks turning red.
B's cheeks turned red as well.
"But we're getting a bit offtopic. And I think we've said enough for now. Let's go visit the campers, shall we? It's about time for the challenge now." inquired Dawn.
"Yes, of course." nodded the strong, silent genius.
A few minutes later...
"Alright, campers! It's time for your first challenge! Don't worry, nobody's going to get eliminated. So don't panic." spoke Dawn over the intercom.
The other campers let out a sigh of relief.
"I'll be waiting for you at the parking lot." said the moonchild.
Immediately, the campers went to the parking lot Dawn requested.
"Right, glad that you could come. Though admittedly this isn't an elimination challenge, It will decide what team you get placed on, so it's an important challenge nonetheless. You might get placed on a losing team, you might get placed on a winning team. It's a bit of a luck-based mission, I know. But I hope you're satisfied with what team you end up getting placed on." said the moonchild.
The campers began to wonder which team they were going to end up in. Would it be a team that they liked?
"Alright then. This challenge is going to be rather simple. I've scattered many different tickets throughout the island. Your job is to look for a ticket and keep them for yourself. That's all there is to it. Just make sure to save some tickets for someone else. You'll only need one, so don't take two." said Dawn.
"CragmiteBlaster already did a challenge just like this." complained James.
"Well, there were Easter Eggs in that challenge. Besides, these tickets are much bigger. I wanted them to not be difficult to find, so..." answered Dawn.
"But the studio is so big..." noted Louis.
"Admittedly, that's true. But if you need help, just ask one of the interns. They know where all the tickets are. This isn't meant to be a hard challenge, since it happens to be the very first one. We want you to be ready to handle the more difficult challenges when the time comes." explained Dawn.
"That makes sense." nodded Neila.
"Right, of course." acknowledge Olivia.
"Right...you can go searching now." said Dawn.
The campers nodded, and they began to search for the tickets.
Confessional: Where could the tickets possibly be?
James: This challenge is completely unoriginal! What were they thinking? Oh, I found this in the confessional. *he pulls out a green ticket*
Lucca: *she begins to howl*
Dennis: I know that I'm not the brightest...but I hit my head when I was four! *he eats a ham sandwich*
Roger: Whatever team I get assigned to, I look forward to working with them.
Lucca managed to find her ticket first, as she happened to have a rather strong sense of smell.
"Yes!" cheered the feral girl.
Her ticket in question happened to be red.
She was happy at the turn of events.
"Yay! I love the color of red! It matches the color of meat!" exclaimed Lucca.
Incidentally, Lucca was a carnivore.
"Well, I guess I'm done with the challenge now!" cheered the wolf girl.
Unfortunately, there was not a full moon at the moment.
"Darn it! I was going to howl at the moon after I found my ticket..." pouted the girl.
Apparently, it wasn't meant to be.
"Ah well." shrugged Lucca.
Curious, she began to wonder if any other camper had managed to find their tickets.
"Surely someone has, right?" inquired the wolf girl.
At that very moment, Marvin approached her, and he then began to run away.
"Aah!" he screamed.
Curious, Lucca noticed that Marvin was carrying a blue ticket as he left.
She could hear his screams all the way from the other side of the studio...though this had something to do with her decent sense of hearing.
"What? Have I suddenly transformed into a werewolf? I'm starting to wonder if I'm secretly a lycanthrope." questioned Lucca.
Confessional: Isn't Lucca terrifying?
Marvin: Oh man! That was horrifying! *he shivers with fear*
Lucca: Look at me! I'm a werewolf! Rawr!
"This is too easy..." spoke Morgan.
As it turned out, he had manipulated Dennis into looking for a ticket for him.
He had given him a red one.
Oddly enough, he also happened to be chewing on another ticket in his mouth.
"Why are you doing that? You need that for the challenge." questioned Morgan.
"Whoops!" exclaimed Dennis as he coughed out the ticket.
Oddly enough, it happened to be green.
"That's better! You can keep it for yourself. I don't think anyone else is going to want it considering that you slobbered all over it." noted Morgan.
"Yeah...of course." nodded the glutton.
"Here is your corn dog." said the manipulator.
"Thank you!" exclaimed Dennis.
"You're welcome." spoke Morgan.
"You're my best friend!" bellowed the glutton.
"But we only met just today." answered the puppetmaster.
"But you're my only friend here!" exclaimed Dennis.
"OK..." answered Morgan, scratching his head.
Confessional: Dennis is being played like a fool.
Morgan: It's rather sweet that Dennis wants to be my friend...but I didn't come here to make friends.
Dennis: *he is eating the corn dog* This tastes great!
Patrick searched for his ticket, and eventually found one near a tree. As it turned out, this ticket was red.
"Alright, I've got my ticket. I guess I'm good to go." said the jock.
Suddenly, he began to hear evil laughter.
"What? Who's there?" inquired Patrick.
A few seconds later, Artemis jumped out of the tree.
"Can I help you?" asked the jock.
"Hehhehhehheh! Of course you can! Join me, Patrick, and together we will take over the world!" exclaimed the preteen girl.
"Take over the world?" inquired Patrick. Something told him that Artemis wasn't as sweet as she looked.
"Well, OK...maybe not the world...but together we can conquer this show!" exclaimed the girl.
"Are you trying to make an alliance with me?" asked Patrick.
"Of course I am! I have a red ticket too! That means we're going to be on the same team!" exclaimed Artemis.
"Well, admittedly that's true...but don't you think it's a bit early to start making alliances? We haven't made it to the merge yet." noted the jock.
"C'mon! It will be fun!" exclaimed the preteen girl.
"Alright, alright...you can make an alliance with me...if you can defeat me in an arm wrestling match." said Patrick.
"Well, that should drive her off...I might make an alliance with her later, but not now..." thought the jock.
Her response was not what he was expecting.
"That sounds boring! Let's use our entire bodies!" exclaimed Artemis.
"Um..." answered Patrick.
He let out a sigh. What had he gotten himself into?
"Well, at least this will be an easy match." thought the jock.
A few minutes later...
"Alright, alright! I surrender! You win!" bellowed Patrick.
"Yay!" cheered Artemis.
As it turned out, Artemis had defeated Patrick in the wrestling match.
Immediately, they helped themselves to their feet.
"Good grief, Artemis! How did you get so strong?!" asked the jock.
"I'm not quite sure..." answered the preteen girl.
Artemis snuck into her father's lab, ready to try out some of her potions.
Granted, some of them were probably dangerous to her health...but none of them had actually hurt her yet.
"Let's see what this does." said Artemis.
According to the label, this particular potion would give her the strength of a monkey.
"Well, monkey see, monkey do." said the girl as she began to drink the potion.
She then threw the potion away.
"Huh, I feel a lot stronger now. I guess these potions actually work. Anyways, I'm killing for a banana right now." spoke Artemis.
Immediately, she left to go to the kitchen to eat a banana.
"So, about making an alliance. You did promise me that I could make an alliance with you if I beat you, did you not?" inquired Artemis.
Patrick sighed. He didn't really have much of a choice.
"Alright, you win. You can make an alliance with me." spoke the jock.
"Yes!" exclaimed Artemis.
"So, how did you get that ticket so fast? You seemed to have gotten it a lot faster than I did." noted Patrick.
"I used a radar." explained the preteen girl.
"A radar?" asked the jock.
"Yes, a radar! I built it from scratch!" exclaimed Artemis.
"Wow! That's really impressive!" shouted Patrick.
"Hopefully if I can make some adjustments for it I'll be able to search for idols." spoke the preteen girl.
"Do you have any other gadgets?" asked the jock.
"I sure do! I also have some potions that I made myself." said the preteen girl.
"You're really smart for your age, you know that?" inquired Patrick.
"Well, my father happens to be a scientist." spoke Artemis.
"Is he now?" asked the jock.
"C'mon! Let's go do something evil!" exclaimed the preteen girl.
"Um, sure..." nodded Patrick.
Confessional: Artemis is tougher than she looks.
Artemis: *she is flexing her muscles* I am the champion!
Patrick: Having an alliance is nice...but Artemis's behavior worries me. She doesn't act like a preteen girl would at all.
As soon as Bruce saw Cody, he began to give him a wedgie.
"Ouch! Hey!" exclaimed Cody.
"Heh heh heh." spoke Bruce.
"What was that for?" asked Cody as he put his underwear back in his pants.
"I like to give people wedgies. It's my personal pleasure." said the bully.
"Is there anything you need help with?" inquired Cody.
"Well, I am looking for a ticket." said Bruce.
"There's one at the table over there." answered the boy.
Bruce immediately picked up the ticket. It happened to be red.
"Alright! I love the color red! I'm not going to bully you for the rest of today!" exclaimed the bully.
"That's a relief...just to let you know, the next challenge is going to be tomorrow." answered Cody.
"I know that!" exclaimed Bruce.
"Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget. Heh heh." said Cody.
"Right, of course. Know any geeks that I can beat up?" asked the bully.
"You remind me a lot like Duncan..." noted the teenage boy.
"Funny, that's what James said to me..." acknowledged Bruce.
"Well, it's true, you do." nodded Cody.
Sure enough, Duncan was nearby. Bruce immediately began to feel excited.
"Oh my gosh! I'm your biggest fan ever! You've got to give me your autograph!" exclaimed the bully.
"Huh? Sure." nodded Duncan.
Immediately, he gave Bruce his autograph.
"Thank you! I'll savor it!" exclaimed the bully.
"You're welcome. Glad to see I'm not the only bully here anymore...it was actually getting a bit lonely." noted the juvenile delinquent.
Confessional: Bruce is a big fan of Duncan. Not very surprising, is it?
Bruce: I'm going to remember this season for the autograph alone!
Duncan: Has he ever gone to juvenile hall like I have? I think I might have seen him once.
Cody: Good thing Sierra wasn't here...she would have killed Bruce for that.
Cynthia had also gotten a red ticket as well.
"I was hoping for blue." sighed the teenage girl.
Curious, she noticed that Courtney was nearby.
"Well, would you look at that! It's my favorite camper from last season!" exclaimed Cynthia.
"What do you want?" asked Courtney.
"I want your autograph." said the teenage girl.
"Fine." answered Courtney.
Immediately, she began to sign the piece of paper that Cynthia had given her.
"Thank you very much." spoke the teenage girl.
"Why does she remind me of myself?" asked Courtney.
"I'm not sure why my parents signed me up for this show. I told them I was already rich. But they said that I should make some friends." noted Cynthia.
"I see..." nodded the counselor.
"I heard that you were voted off first last season. Personally, I was thinking it was going to be Ezekiel. But guess what! He actually got to be the runnerup!" exclaimed the spoiled brat.
"How those things happened was beyond anyone's guess. Personally I blame Blaineley." said Courtney.
"Good thing she's not the hostess anymore." noted Cynthia.
"So, do you want anything?" asked Courtney.
"Nothing. To be honest, I don't really like being in public...I'd rather keep to myself." said the spoiled girl.
"So you're anti-social then?" asked the CIT.
"I sure am." nodded Cynthia.
Confessional: Makes you wonder why her parents signed her up, isn't it?
Cynthia: This is the only place I can go where I don't have to hang out with anyone else...
Courtney: I finally have someone I can relate to here...by the way, Ezekiel sucks.
Kairi picked up a ticket that was inside the craft services tent.
"Bonzai!" exclaimed the ninja.
Incidentally, it happened to be blue.
"Well, would you look at that. This ticket happens to be blue." noted the teenage girl.
"Funny, I found a blue ticket right outside the tent. I guess we're going to be teammates..." spoke Forrest as he entered the craft services tent.
"That's nice!" exclaimed Kairi.
"It sure is." nodded the mechanic.
"So, what do you want to do to pass the time?" inquired the ninja.
"What do you do to pass the time?" asked Forrest.
"Pretend to be a ninja!" exclaimed Kairi.
"Oh, yeah..." nodded the mechanic.
"What do you do to pass the time?" asked the ninja.
"I usually try to fix things." said Forrest.
"Like...what?" inquired Kairi.
"Usually something mechanical. Unfortunately, I sometimes makes things worse." noted the mechanic.
"Sorry to hear that." said the kunoichi.
"I once broke my dad's car...he wasn't too happy with me for that." noted Forrest.
"I bet he wasn't." nodded the ninja.
"So, who else do you think is going to get a blue ticket?" inquired the mechanic.
"Hopefully someone we can make friends with." spoke Kairi.
"Yeah, hopefully someone like that." nodded Forrest.
Confessional: The power of friendship!
Kairi: I heard that Naruto just ended...that's too bad. Oh well. At least the ending was decent.
Forrest: *he is covered with oil* Darn it! I need to be more careful.
Neila found a blue ticket stuck to one of the trailers. The blue trailer for girls, oddly enough.
"I wonder who put that there." questioned Neila.
"Did you get a blue ticket too?" inquired Louis.
"Yes, I did." nodded the green-haired girl.
"I found a blue ticket attached to the blue trailer for boys..." noted the small teenage boy.
"Really? I wonder who keeps sticking the tickets there..." questioned Neila.
"Me too." nodded Louis.
Neila shrugged.
"Well, at least they were easy to find." noted the teenage girl.
"So, have you watched Total Drama before?" asked Louis.
"Yes, yes I have." nodded Neila.
"So do I...people on this show get beat up a lot, don't they?" inquired the teenage boy.
"They sure do." acknowledged the teenage girl.
"I can relate to that." nodded Louis.
"Sorry to hear that." sympathized Neila.
Suddenly, he bumped his head on one of the trailers.
"Ouch!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"You OK?" asked the green-haired girl.
"Yeah, I think so." nodded Louis.
Confessional: Watch your head, Louis.
Louis: *he is rubbing his head*
Neila: Good thing he wasn't bruised.
As much fun as it was searching for tickets, Rachel was dying for someone to flirt with. She simply couldn't help herself.
As it turned out, there was a male intern nearby.
His name was Cameron.
Immediately, Rachel got an idea.
"Hey there, good-looking...how would you like to have a wonderful time with me?" inquired the teenage girl.
Cameron looked around and began to blush.
"H-h-h-hi!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"We can do a lot of things together...take your pick." said Rachel.
Cameron began to sweat any more.
"You know, I have a thing for cute nerds like you..." spoke the flirt.
At that point in time, Cameron fainted.
"Whoops! I might have gone overboard. He'll be fine, right?" asked Rachel.
Thankfully, his pulse was still normal.
"If anyone asks, I'll just tell them that I got a bit careless with him." said the teenage girl.
Suddenly, she noticed that there was a green ticket in his hand.
"Well, would you look at that." said the flirt.
Immediately, she picked it up and put it in her hand.
"There! I'm done with the challenge!" exclaimed Rachel.
Confessional: Rachel is Ms. Fanservice.
Rachel: People are always saying how attractive I look...so I figured, why not?
Cameron: Rachel seems like a nice girl...but I don't think my mother would approve of her considering the way she dresses...
Cindy picked up a red ticket that was located where the awards ceremony took place.
"Here's hoping that I don't end up here anytime soon." spoke the teenage girl.
As she did so, she felt the urge to try playing a song.
"I know! How about I start playing the Total Drama theme song! I'm sure that Dawn would appreciate it." said Cindy.
Immediately, she began to play the theme song.
She stopped a few minutes later.
"Well, that was rather fun." noted the rock star.
Of course, there wasn't an audience to listen to her singing.
"Well, I guess I might want to go look for an audience next time." acknowledged the singer.
"Woohoo! That was awesome!" exclaimed Owen.
As it turned out, he had been there the whole time.
"Never mind." answered Cindy.
"Encore, encore!" exclaimed Owen.
"Um, sure." nodded the rock star.
Once again, she began to play the Total Drama theme song.
However, she was quickly interrupted when Owen farted.
"Sorry! I had a big burrito this morning!" exclaimed Owen.
"OK..." answered Cindy.
Suddenly, Katie and Sadie walked over to where Owen was.
"What is it, Owen?" asked Sadie.
"She is the best rock star ever!" exclaimed Owen.
"Really? Let's hear her music!" bellowed Katie.
Confessional: Rock on!
Katie: That was so awesome! I wish she was the one to sing the theme song...then again, the old singer was pretty good too.
Sadie: I'm glad that she's a contestant this season!
Owen: I'm conflicted. Should I keep listening to her play that guitar...or should I go get some food? Hmm...
Much to her delight, Aqua found a green ticket near a hot tub.
"I was hoping for blue, but oh well." said the teenage girl.
As it turned out, this had been the hot tub Chris and Blaineley had both used in the past. Now that they were no longer hosts, it appeared that they were no longer using it at the moment.
"I wonder what's going to become of it?" inquired the water lover.
Maybe it was going to be a prize for one of the challenges? If so, she wanted to win it.
Then again, maybe it had simply been forgotten.
"If so, that's a shame." noted the teenage girl.
Perhaps she should try asking Dawn about it?
Then again, she didn't want to use the hot tub without her permission. That would be irresponsible.
"Right, of course not." nodded Aqua.
Suddenly, James jumped out of the hot tub and took a defensive position around it.
"Huh?" asked the water lover. She actually hadn't seen him there. Had he gone into hiding a few moments ago?
"Chris and Blaineley already used this! You're not touching it!" exclaimed James.
"I wasn't going to touch it!" answered Aqua.
"You better not!" bellowed the teenager.
"He sure is obsessed with originality." noted the aqua lover.
"Darn right I am!" exclaimed James.
"Try to chill out, will you? Personally I think you should be more relaxed, like water itself." questioned Aqua.
"No!" pouted the flamer.
Aqua sighed. Apparently, there wasn't reasoning with some people.
Confessional: Once again James doesn't want the campers doing anything unoriginal.
James: I hate cliches! They make my skin crawl!
Aqua: I just didn't want this hot tub to go to waste...
Strangely enough, Wendy found a blue ticket inside a book.
"Well, isn't this ironic. Oh well, I wonder what the book is about." noted Wendy.
The book in question happened to be about Total Drama's history.
"Interesting..." spoke the girl.
Curious, she began flipping through the pages.
Apparently, Total Drama Island was originally meant to be a resort. However, Chris Maclean suggested that it be used for reality television instead, which it eventually was. This was due to the fact that he was a sadist that wanted to see people suffer, not enjoy themselves.
He in fact was the creator of Total Drama, but he quickly handed the position of producer to a man by the name of Larry Anderson instead. This was because he wanted to interact with the campers more directly, and he liked hanging out with a man that was smaller than him. It made him feel more confident in himself.
"Chris Maclean was originally the creator of Total Drama? How about that?" questioned Wendy.
After Owen won the ten thousand dollars, Chris persuaded him to abandon the ten thousand dollars in favor of an opportunity to win a million. He knew that the million dollar challenge was going to end in a massive tie, meaning that he would be able to start another season of Total Drama and torment the campers some more.
"I should have known." acknowledged the bookworm.
After Duncan won the million dollars, Chris Maclean decided to take the campers all across the world. This was partly due to the fact that he wanted to explore the world...but this was mainly due to the fact that he was searching for more ways to torment the campers.
"Again, I should have known." spoke Wendy.
After Heather won the million dollars (only to lose it in a volcano), Chris Maclean decided that the next season should involve returning to the island. He felt that since this was where it all started, it deserved more than one season.
However, much to his surprise, he found it to have become completely and utterly peaceful while he was gone. The bears and the sharks were no longer vicious, there was not a cloud in the sky, the weather was refreshing, and the sun was shining across the entire island.
Chris was not amused. Getting desperate, he began to pollute the island so that he could continue his mission to terrorize the campers. The animals rapidly began to mutate, and everything changed for the worse.
Satisfied at the consequences of his actions, he decided that he wanted thirteen new campers to test out his new torture chamber. Thirteen was in fact Chris's favorite number.
"So that's why he polluted the island..." noted Wendy.
However, karma finally caught up with him during Revenge Of The Island. Enviromentalists discovered what he had done to the island and arranged for the police to take him away. He is currently residing at Darabont Prison.
"Well, he got what he deserved." acknowledged the librarian.
Meanwhile...
As it turned out, Chris Maclean was currently reading a book called "Why Prison Sucks".
"Prison sucks! There's nothing here to do at all!" exclaimed the fully-grown man.
"You know, there are a lot more books that you can read here..." noted the librarian.
"I don't care! I bet they're all boring!" bellowed Chris.
The librarian let out a sigh.
"There's a book about hair gel..." explained the librarian.
"Gimmee gimmee gimmee!" exclaimed Chris.
The librarian handed Chris a book about hair gel.
"Sweet!" bellowed the man.
"So, you think you're going to be able to get a parole soon?" inquired the librarian.
"Who needs a parole? I'm going to bust out of here someday!" exclaimed Chris.
"OK..." answered the man.
Ironically enough, the warden had told him that nobody was ever going to escape from prison. It was 100% escapeproof. Nobody was going to get away.
Then again, he had also claimed that his prison was the best there is.
"I hope he's right." thought the librarian.
We now return to Total Drama.
Unfortunately for Total Drama, the campers' suffering was not over yet. After Chris Maclean was sent to prison, Blaineley seized the opportunity to take over.
Much like Chris before her, she took pleasure in people's suffering.
Once again, the campers had to suffer for it. But this time, Larry Anderson took action. He fired Blaineley and replaced her with Dawn, who was now the hostess of Total Drama.
"So that's how she became hostess." noted Wendy.
Curious, she decided to see who the author was.
Oddly enough, it was none other than Chef Hatchet himself.
"Interesting." said Wendy.
Shrugging, she decided to put the book back where it belonged.
"Well, that was a rather interesting history lesson." acknowledged the bookworm.
She was surprised how much she had learned from that book alone.
"I wonder what other books we have here..." noted Wendy.
Confessional: Total Drama History!
Chef Hatchet: Yes, I wrote that book. I've been here since the first season of the show...so I know quite a bit about it.
Wendy: This book is about Chris Maclean's life...very interesting. It doesn't seem to be too pretty though. I'll read it at my own risk.
Olivia found a blue ticket, and began to smile.
"Would you look at that. I've got a blue ticket." said the girl with a metal leg.
At that very moment, Marvin noticed Olivia, and began to hide.
"Is something the matter?" inquired Olivia.
"I'm terrified of girls!" exclaimed Marvin.
"I can see that." nodded the girl with a metal leg.
"Don't hurt me!" bellowed the teenage boy.
"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. If you want you can think of me as a robot rather than a girl." said Olivia.
"A robot?" asked Marvin.
"I've got a metal leg, don't I?" inquired the teenage girl.
"Oh, yeah." nodded the teenage boy as he came out of hiding.
"Did you get a blue ticket too?" asked Olivia.
"It's true, I did." nodded Marvin.
"I guess we're on the same team then." noted the girl.
Marvin was struggling not to panic.
"Is it h-hard having a m-metal leg?" he asked curiously.
"It was at first, but nowadays it isn't very difficult. I can walk with it just like a normal leg. Not only that, but I have a pretty mean kick." answered Olivia.
Immediately, she kicked a nearby soccer ball...quite a few feet.
"You d-do?!" exclaimed Marvin.
"Relax. I'm not going to kick you. You're my friend." said Olivia.
"T-that's a relief...I'm still staying a few f-feet away from you though." answered the teenage boy.
"Take your time." answered the girl with a metal leg.
Confessional: Olivia's not going to hook up with a nightmare fetishist, in case you were wondering. Wouldn't want James to complain about her being unoriginal again.
Marvin: Right...I'll just pretend Olivia is a robot rather than a teenage girl...then again, I'm just deluding myself...
Olivia: I feel sorry for Marvin. Why is he so afraid of girls? Oddly enough I heard there was a hardcore feminist on that other reality show...weird.
Norman found a green ticket on one of the cameras, oddly enough.
"Who put that there?" inquired Quinta.
Norman then began to flex his muscles.
"I'm the best player ever!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"I wish I had your luck." said Quinta.
"Everyone does!" bellowed Norman.
Immediately, he began to flex his muscles.
"I wish I had those muscles." spoke the girl.
"Again, everyone does!" exclaimed Norman.
Curious, Quinta noticed that there was a green ticket in a squirrel's mouth.
Thankfully, the squirrel did not bite.
"What's that squirrel doing here?" questioned Quinta.
"I wish I knew!" exclaimed Norman.
"Strange...that sounds like something I would say." acknowledged the envious girl.
Norman shrugged. Quinta did usually start her sentences with "I Wish".
"I love being on television!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"I wish I could be on...oh wait, I am on television." noted Quinta.
Norman began to flex his muscles for the audience.
"I'm going to have loads of fangirls!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"I wish I had loads of fanboys..." said Quinta.
Confessional: Hopefully Quinta will someday.
Norman: I love you, confessional! Mwah mwah mwah mwah!
Quinta: I wish that this confessional would let me have more than a few seconds of screentime.
Roger had found a blue ticket in Chef Hatchet's kitchen.
Personally, he was tempted to swipe some food while he was away, but he decided not to. That would be criminal.
And speaking of criminals...
"Hey! Don't steal food from Chef's kitchen!" exclaimed Roger.
"Why not?" asked Jack.
"He's not going to very happy with you if you do that." said the boy.
"Fine!" answered the thief.
"Sheesh!" exclaimed Roger.
"Got your ticket!" bellowed Jack.
"Hey! Give that back!" demanded the cop.
Jack attempted to run out of the kitchen...
...only to trip and bruise his ankle.
"Ouch!" bellowed the thief.
Roger then took the blue ticket back.
"Why did you even want this? You already have a green ticket!" exclaimed the boy.
"Green isn't my color!" complained Jack.
"Well, blue happens to be my color." said Roger.
"Aww!" exclaimed the teenage boy.
"Wait, isn't green the color of money? You seem to be a rather greedy fellow..." noted the cop wannabe.
"Huh? Oh that's right. I guess green really is my color. Never mind." noted Jack.
"Just don't steal my ticket again." demanded Roger.
"Fine." nodded the thief.
Confessional: Please respect other people's belongings.
Roger: *he looks at the blue ticket* Funny, I feel like I'm going to be on a team full of heroes now.
Jack: *he looks at the green ticket* This is the color of money! Sweet!
Susan was still sleeping in the green trailer.
Fortunately, Dawn had decided to cut her some slack since she slept so much.
Slowly, she began to wake up.
"Aah...that's better." said Susan.
Suddenly, she noticed that there was a green ticket inside the pillow, along with a note by Dawn.
"Hmm?" inquired the teenage girl.
"Since you love to sleep so much...and you went to bed in the green trailer...I decided to give you a green ticket. Are you happy? I know I am. From Dawn." said the moonchild.
"How long was I out?" questioned the girl.
Maybe she should sleep less often. Currently she slept...about eighteen hours a day.
As she got out of bed, she began to yawn.
"I wonder where everyone else is?" inquired Susan.
Curious, she noticed that Dakota was sleeping in a hammock nearby.
"Hmm?" questioned the teenage girl.
"I need my beauty sleep...let me have some rest." said the celeb.
"I guess I'm not the only sleepyhead here..." noted Susan.
When Dakota woke up, she wanted her autograph.
Then again, she had already handed out her autograph to a lot of people.
"Oh yeah...that's right." nodded the teenage girl.
Shrugging, she decided to sit on a bench and wait for Dakota to wake up.
As she did so, she struggled not to fall asleep again.
"Must...stay...awake..." said Susan.
Confessional: Thank goodness Freddy Krueger isn't on this show.
Susan: *she is yawning* I'm tempted to take a nap here...but other campers want to use this confessional too, so...yeah.
Dakota: *she is sleeping, and is mumbling in her sleep* Sam, you are so hot. No wonder you're my boyfriend. Wait, how did I get into this confessional?
At a small building near the parking lot...
Blaineley was rather dismayed at her new job as she began to mop the floor. It wasn't fair! She was the best hostess there was! Why would Larry Anderson fire her?
Maybe she didn't appreciate her talent?
And to think that she had picked Dawn over her too. What was so special about her? Why did he choose her to be hostess instead?
Immediately, she had won Total Drama Insanity...but that was only Ezekiel had given her the flag after she had saved his life.
Personally, she would be hardpressed to do the same considering all the money that was at stake.
Then again, nobody had ever bothered trying to save her life before...except for Owen. He was the reason she had survived the volcanic eruption.
"Maybe I should send him a thank-you card." answered Blaineley.
Suddenly, Vincent approached her.
"Can I help you? I know where you can get a ticket." asked the teenage girl.
"Why, yes you can." nodded the teenage boy.
Immediately, Blaineley handed Vincent a red ticket.
"I found this while I was cleaning. Anything else?" inquired the hostess.
"Funny you should mention that. There is, actually." answered the teenage boy.
"What do you want?" asked Blaineley.
"You see...I happen to be looking for the Dawn Idol." spoke Vincent.
"What? I'm afraid that I can't help you with that. That information is supposed to be kept confidental. Granted, I'm not one to listen to what other people tell me to...but I don't really see why I should help you." answered Blaineley.
"Alright then...it appears that you need some...persuasion." said the sociopath.
Suddenly, Vincent grabbed Blaineley by the neck and began choking her with his right hand.
"For both of our interests, I suggest that you do what I say. Are you going to tell me where the Dawn Idol is?" inquired the teenage boy.
Blaineley began to gasp for breath.
Vincent immediately let go of her neck.
"What's it going to be? Mind you, I'm going to be using both hands this time." said the teenage boy.
"Alright, I'll help you!" exclaimed Blaineley, gasping for breath.
"Alright then. Where is the Dawn Idol?" asked Vincent.
"I don't know where it is...but I can help you look for it!" bellowed the hostess.
"Fair enough. I want you to search all over the studio for it. You know what will happen if you don't, do you not?" inquired Vincent.
"Yes, we're clear!" exclaimed Blaineley.
"Good. And just for the record, I wouldn't try telling anyone about this if I were you. Honestly, after all you did last season, whose going to trust you? And besides...I'm pretty good at keeping people quiet." said the teenage boy.
Blaineley began to gulp. She wasn't sure what Vincent meant by that, but it didn't sound good.
Noticing that there was a nearby camera, Vincent smashed it with his fist.
"There...now we can use this as a secret gathering spot. Sound good? Make sure to come back when you've found the Dawn Idol." spoke the teenage boy.
"Yes, of course!" nodded Blaineley.
Vincent left the building, leaving her to resume mopping.
Confessional: And you thought Blaineley was bad.
Vincent: *he has a big grin on his face*
Blaineley: There's nothing to see here! Move along!
A few minutes later...
"So, does everyone have their tickets?" inquired Dawn.
The campers nodded.
"Very good. Everyone who has a blue ticket, please gather together." asked the hostess.
Immediately, Kairi, Neila, Roger, Louis, Marvin, Forrest, Wendy, and Olivia gathered together.
"You're part of Team Stardom." said Dawn.
The eight campers nodded.
"Now for everyone who has a red ticket." spoke the moonchild.
Likewise, Patrick, Bruce, Cynthia, Cindy, Vincent, Artemis, Lucca, and Morgan gathered together as well.
"You're part of Team Hollywood." spoke Dawn.
The four campers nodded in agreement.
"Everyone else got a green ticket, am I right?" inquired the moonchild.
Dennis, Rachel, James, Aqua, Jack, Norman, Susan, and Quinta nodded.
"Alright then. You're part of Team Oscar. You all understand which team you're on now? asked Dawn.
Everyone nodded.
"Very good. You're going to be competing in challenges together, so I hope you all can get along." said the moonchild.
The campers nodded in agreement. If they were going to win this, they were going to have to work together as a team.
"Have a nice day." spoke Dawn.
A few minutes later...
"Well, it looks like the teams have been decided. Everyone seems to be happy, so I suppose I'm happy too." said Dawn.
"I sure am! This was an exciting episode!" exclaimed B.
"But there wasn't much action." noted the moonchild.
"Well, it was still an exciting episode." spoke B.
"I suppose." nodded Dawn.
"You think the next episode is going to be more exciting?" inquired the teenage boy.
"The first elimination challenge is going to occur in that episode, so yes. I wonder whose going to get voted off first?" questioned Dawn.
"It could be anyone, I suppose." answered B.
"Whoever it was, I'm going to feel a bit sorry for them. Then again, it usually happens to be someone that deserves it." acknowledged the moonchild.
"True." nodded the teenage boy.
"Well, here's hoping that the next episode is enjoyable." said Dawn.
"Until next time, I'm B!" exclaimed B.
"And I'm Dawn. Goodbye now." spoke the hostess as she turned off the camera.
So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter...what do you think of the twenty-four campers so far? Feel free to tell me!