The Aftermath studio was just in Tyler's sight. He already felt his hope rising, along with his anger at whoever stole his last stand. So it shocked his a great deal to see the doors locked.

"Wha—Hey!" he groaned. "No door can stop Tyler! Take this!"

One failed attempt and a concussion later, Tyler woozily decided to pull it open instead of push. Of course, it worked.

"Ugh..." Regaining his composure, he said determinedly, "Ha! I'm here now! Give me back my last stand, you jerk!"

"You sound like an idiot for talking to yourself," said a slightly nasally voice.

Tyler turned, only to see Scott, the dirt farm boy, sweeping the room.

"You took it, didn't you?!" Tyler snarled, immediately jumping to conclusions.

"No."

"Liar!" He lifted his fist, preparing to punch the daylights out of him. Unfortunately, he accidentally slugged himself, right in the eye. "Ow!"

Scott rolled his eyes. "Sheesh. No wonder you've only been in two seasons. You're literally an accident waiting to happen."

Suddenly, Cameron popped up from the side. "I'm pretty sure you're using the word literally wrong."

"And I'm pretty sure you'll be fed to the blind gophers. Now scram!" He sweeper Cameron away, a relatively easy feat.

Tyler narrowed his eyes, his brain forming an idea that would hopefully not be translated into a non sequitur. "Hmm... If you don't have my last stand, then why are you here?"

Without warning, streamers and balloons started falling from the ceiling, a little fanfare playing. From out of nowhere, Geoff stepped up. "You heard right! For the first time ever, Tyler has made a smart question! Give him a hand, folks!"

"I've got a posessed one from a Mighty Pirate, will that work?" Scott asked as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Geoff just stared at him. "Too much info, brah. Too much info." With that, he left.

"...yeah," Scott said. "So, what were you saying? All these stupid interruptions are getting on my nerves."

"Someone stole my last stand and said to meet them here, Tyler recapped. "And you're the only one here. Coincidence? Probably, if I knew what coincidence means."

"Yeah, I'm the only one here. Besides the walking pencil and banana head, yeah. But I didn't take your stand."

"Last stand."

"Don't care. I'm just here sweeping, 'cause I actually like manual labor."

"So you didn't take it?" Tyler asked, eying him intently.

"If I say no, you'll just try to punch me again."

"Liar!" Tyler snarled, making an attempt to punch him again. Of course, this just caused him to punch himself in the eye again. "Ow!"

Scott smirked. "As much as I enjoy your misery, there is actually something here for you." Taking out a scrap of paper, he handed it over to Tyler. "It says it's from Chris, but I don't buy it. I forge his signature all the time and it's nothing like this."

Tyler gasped once he took the note. "'On this note is-'"

"You do realize you don't have to read this out loud, don't you?"

Tyler continued reading, causing Scott to groan. "'On this note is a picture of your beloved last stand, since I told you that you'd see it. Ha ha, joke's on you. Want more info? Go to -er, I mean, go to the islands that ended it all. And by that, I mean Hawaii.'"

Rolling his eyes, Scott said, "Oh, you aren't seriously thinking about going to Hawaii, are y-"

"No one takes my last stand!" Tyler growled, balling the note in his fist and aking said fist in the air. "They will rue the day they ever stole from Tyler! ...I have no idea what 'rue' means!"

Scott just shook his head, half out of irritation, half knowing this wouldn't end well.

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A/N: And you all thought I was gonna bail from this fic. Ha ha, who's laughing now?

Scott is the best sane man, I swear.

Totally not sorry for those Tales of Monkey Island references. It's one of the best games ever, like seriously.

Chapter three should have less of a waiting gap, since I have it all written on paper. It's gonna be the sickest chapter ever! With absolutely no focus on the Hawaii bit! Just like Total Drama does! Stay tuned for Tyler's! Last! Staaaaand!