"Chris McLean?" a voice is heard from outside the breakroom of the Total Drama host, where he and a few interns are seated trying to come up with the idea for the next season.

"Sorry, I'm busy," Chris says without looking up from his notepad. He's been trying to brainstorm for hours, crossing off every idea on his list. "Nope, that's already been done… that's going to be rated R for sure… Zaira! None of these ideas work!" He throws the notepad at the girl in the corner, and it hits her square in the face. She has frizzy brown hair, which she flicks out of the way after being hit with the book, revealing brown skin and dark eyes. "Back to square one…" He buries his face in his hands.

"Chris McLean?" the voice repeats. "This is RCMP. We WILL break down this door if you do not answer."

"Na-na-na, not listening," Zaira speaks up on the host's behalf.

"This is not funny," the officer says in reply. Then a door is heard being smashed in, as he emerges, grabs Chris by the arm, and drags him away. "It's about time you got back in prison, Mr. McLean…" he says with a snarl, saying Chris's last name like it's a curse.

"No, no, no… ever since Ridonculous Race I've been trying to get a new season going! Please, please…" Chris is heard as he's dragged out of the room.

The interns look at each other in shock. Then almost without warning, Zaira stands up, tosses Chris's notepad back onto the central table, and yells, "Alright people! We're doing this thing, Chris or no Chris. Any more ideas?" She looks over at Chris's notepad again, and notices one large idea crossed out, rewritten, and re-crossed out multiple times. Upon seeing this note, her eyes widen in joy, and she turns to the interns.

"Jim! Annika!"

Two of the other interns look at each other, then at Zaira. "What?" they reply, almost in unison.

"I know what we're going to be doing! What's our budget?"

"Looking at about CA25,000, Zaira," a fourth intern says without looking up from his book. "It's not much, but we can work with it." He finally looks up at the brown-skinned girl and wipes some sweat off of his brow, swiping some of his platinum blond hair out of his face in the process.

"Thanks, Regan," Zaira says sarcastically as she crosses her arms. "Well, we better use those 25 grand in the best way we can, because we're going to be making a Musical Island!"

"A… what now?" Annika asks. "Making… from scratch?"

"Yeah," Jim echoes. "Why can't we just use Wawanakwa?"

"Actually, Jim," Regan butts in, "that is PERFECT! We can turn Wawanakwa into a musical themed island, decked with a theater, a stage and everything! But… I'm not sure how far we can get with only 25,000–"

"Shut up about the 25,000, Regan!" Zaira snaps. "We are going to do this, and we're going to do it with everything we've got, whether it's 25,000 or 25 billion! Now get moving!" She grabs the notepad and draws a sketch of Wawanakwa as she begins to plan out the layout of the new Musical Island.

A/N

So, a new season, eh?

I was inspired to do this by Candela Monsoon, so go check her out please! This is NOT going to be an SYOC, I ham not ready as an author to do those yet, but still, expect a lot of action and drama from the characters who will be competing in this season!

That's all for now! Peace out, thanks!