I'm so, so sorry that I didn't send a new chapter as soon as I could. I've been busy with my job, not to mention getting writer's block.

At a beach, somewhere in Newfoundland, Canada, Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet are in a jeep driving (well, Chef is the one driving; Chris is sitting in the backputting his hand on the back of his head, wearing his shirt, shorts, sandals and sunglasses, and sipping on a glass of lemonade with ice) on the sand towards a two-story beach house with cranberry red-brown shudders and roof built on a grassy hill. 200 yards behind it was a lighthouse near a ledge that was three times as tall as it was wide. Chris talks to Chef about getting a break from hosting "Total Drama" and his various family members as they drive to the house for a family reunion.

"I'm actually glad I get a break from the show. I wonder if the interns will miss me when I'm gone." Said the host.

Chef responds, "I doubt they'll even know."

In an island somewhere, the various interns that worked for Chris are having a party with calypso music playing: grilling burgers on the barbecue, playing volleyball, doing a conga line and limbo dancing, and shooting darts at a picture of Chris McLean's face. One of the interns throws a dart and it hits Chris' nose (of the picture, not the real thing) and they all cheer as he stands triumphantly. Chris' lawyers surf in their business suits, with their pants replaced with swimming trunks. The female intern calls everyone to the table, holding a large cake with Chris's face in the middle.

"Hey everyone." The female intern calls out. "Who wants cake?"

Everyone else gathers to the table and has a seat. The female intern places the cake in the middle. One intern stands up to give a lecture to everyone sitting around.

"Before we all have a bite, I have something I want to say. We have had a horrible past few months, but we can put that behind us so that we can enjoy a wonderful summer."

The rest all nod in agreement.

"We must remember why we're really here: to know Chris McLean as the biggest, most dishonest, egotistic, self-obsessed, dispassionate, and most arrogant jerk to ever show his face on Canadian television. Let us hope – and dream – that he sank with wawanakwa and never came back up for air."

Everyone shouts a "Hear hear!" while lifting their glasses.

Back at the beach…

"I should feel bad for them, but I'm sure they'll be fine without me."

"I'm sure they're having fun."

"Without me? Puh-lease! I'm the one that invented the word 'party animal'. Plus, I got killer dance moves!"

"If your moves are killer, then people should stay away from you… for their own sake."

Chris lowers his shades and gives Chef a mean look, thinking he insulted his dance moves. Then decides to change the subject.

"Anyhoo… I'll be spending a little time with my fam this summer."

"A little time? When was the last time you saw any of your family members? I know you saw cousin Jerd, but what about your other relatives like aunts, uncles, grandparents… your mother?"

"Don't worry about it, Chef. They know I'm a busy man. This is my family reunion, not yours."

There is a crowd of the McLean family mingling in the backyard of the beach house. Most of the male members share some physical features to Chris, like his facial features, hair, and stubble in many different varieties. One of them is a man named Hudson in his early 30s with short, dark brunet hair, medium height and build, with a similar face to Chris (excluding the stubble, chin and beady eyes). He is wearing a brown and yellow vest under a white long-sleeved shirt, brown pants, and a pair of black loafers.

He groans impatiently. "What is taking him so long?" he says while looking at his wristwatch.

Just then, Chris announces himself as he exits through the screen door to the backyard, with eyes closed, a big smile, and arms held high and proud.

"Hello McLean family!"

Everyone turns around and starts to glare at Chris. The host opens his eyes to see his relative's irked faces. He drops his arms back down to his side and his smile drops to a frown.

Hudson crosses his arms in anger and says sarcastically, "Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up… for the first time in five years!"

Chris defends that remark by replying, "Hey, at least I came this year, didn't I?"

They still stare at him.

"Still. You could've called us to tell us you weren't coming… or that you would."

"I was busy with the show, Hudson"

Jerd suddenly appears from behind Chris to intervene.

"Yeah. And c'mon; we should be glad Chris came at all."

Both Chris and Hudson turn to Jerd and shout: "Not now, Jerd!" Jerd sulks and walks away to the group of the other McLeans (poor guy). They both go back to arguing with their faces a foot apart from each other.

"You haven't had even one phone call with any of us, not even with your mom, to tell us that you weren't going to attend."

"C'mon! What's the big deal?! You all watch my show. I have to maintain the schedule and my popularity on stated show."

HUDSON: "And when you weren't doing the show, did you even think about visiting us? Or did you use that free time thinking up new challenges for the next season?"

Chef Hatchet enters and interrupts the quarrel.

"You could've at least called Mrs. McLean, a.k.a your mom, to say 'hi' or 'good night' or sing 'happy birthday' if you knew when it was."

"I call her…" Chris darts his eyes from side to side. "…occasionally. And besides, this isn't your fight Chef. Go back in the house and get some lemonade."

Chef says "Fine." and goes back inside the house. Chris and Hudson continue their fight.

"Why didn't you at least come for a short while to the reunion… for once during the past five years? Don't you love your family anymore, Christian?"

"Can you please not call me that, Hudson?"

"That wasn't the answer to my question, so I'll say it again in a different way. Do you love us, your family or not?"

Chris is at the very least taken aback from that query. He gets a little tongue-tied trying to get the answer out.

"Well… I… I, uh…"

"We're waiting…"

Just then, the lamp from the lighthouse crashes on the roof of the house, like a comet from space. Many of the McLeans are scared and/or shocked. Chris and Hudson turn around to the direction of the lighthouse and see a shape of an overly, muscled man walking on the way to the family reunion. Hudson wonders about the larger man in the distance. "Who the heck is that?" As he gets closer, they see many other people walk behind the giant.

Chef, who is inside the house upstairs, peers at the mob though a window using binoculars and soon recognizes them as the escaped inmates.

"Oh mama." He says in fear and disbelief as he moves his binoculars down. He squints when he thinks he sees someone familiar "Wait a minute…" Chef lifts the binoculars to his eyes and sees Duncan in the group, marching in a synchronized fashion with the others. "Duncan. I should have known."

Cormack walks with his followers wearing black pants, large, dark green hiker boots, and a chain wrapped across his right shoulder that goes to his left hip, like a presidential sash. He signals his criminal cohorts – and Duncan – to stampede towards the beach house. Chris, Hudson, and the other relatives run frighteningly back inside. One of them locks the door behind him and tells everyone to get to their cars, not before he gets choke held by one of the prisoners and is pulled back outside. The others run to the front door to get to their cars. When they run outside to get to their designated vehicles, gunshots were heard and the tires get blown flat. The convicts catch up to them by exiting the front door of the house. The McLeans freeze with fear because they have nowhere to go because the car tires have been shot flat. The felons take each member of the McLean family hostage and point's guns at either their necks or foreheads; each member, except for Chris. Chris stands with shock as his relatives are being held at gun point. Just then, two AW101 helicopters (I had to look them up. I needed time to figure out how all of the prisoners escaped with Chris's relatives) arrived and the inmates took each member of the Mclean family with them in the aircrafts and lifted off.

Chris was confounded by what just happened. Chef exited the front entrance holding Duncan up by the head.

"Put me down, Hatchet!" said Duncan angrily as he feels uneasy being manhandled.

Chef reprimands the mohawked adolescent, "Not until you tell us about this kidnapping, you little skunk."

"Bring him back inside, Chef." said Chris, sounding slightly stern. He then turns to the delinquent. "You'll tell us what we want to know, Duncan… whether you want to or not." Chris then cracks his knuckles, which made Duncan wide eyed with fear and gulp nervously, realizing that he pushed the host too far this time.