Rain poured down en masse as storm clouds flooded the sky, the brisk early morning replaced with an uproar of gray skies and thunderous claps in the far distance.

And standing idly on the dock, a showman grin on his face, was Bidoof, his brown umbrella protecting him from the harsh elements. Not that the same could be said for Corsola though, who was wet enough at this point to pass for her aquatic counterpart, only being able to shield herself from the downpour thanks to her trusty clipboard.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," Bidoof greeted to the camera (and by extension, the crew behind it, who oddly waved at him in confusion), "now, I know, it's been a while-"

"U-Uh, sir," Corsola spoke up, "it's been less than a day-"

"But as you no doubt remember," Bidoof carried on, ignoring his assistant, "the campers here at Treasure Island got their first taste of the Summer camp experience. Whether it be meeting the disgruntled staff, tasting the disgusting food, or dealing with the less than idle sleeping conditions, we here on the production side of things pride ourselves on having fully replicated the realistic experience you'd have if you were actually sent to one of these dumps," Bidoof 'humbly' recapped, "but, there are two things the campers have yet to truly experience that are vital to the camp experience; weather...And nature."

"Funny enough, weather actually could be counted as part of nature-"

"So, just to really show them what they'll have to deal with out here," Bidoof started up once more as a grin spread across his face, "we decided we'd introduce them to this facet of camp life the only way we knew how..."

A serene melody of birds chirping and a soft breeze passing through the leaves of the trees above provided what some would assume was the perfect sleeping conditions for the campers of Treasure Island. They laid in their beds, snoring softly to themselves, happily oblivious to the world around them.

In particular, resting atop the top bunk of his solo bed, Skuntank turned onto his side, a pool of drool having formed on his pillow as he wrapped his body around himself. And with an uproariously loud yawn, he lifted his head up, his eyes flickering open-

And was greeted by a roof of thick leaves and branches, Brazil nut trees towering above him and having covered every inch of the surrounding area. He stared up at them for a few moments, allowing his eyes to adjust, before he felt the realization hit him that this wasn't the cabin he had slept away in the night before. Turning his eyes to the other bunks, he saw them scattered haphazardly in the same small patch of grass, his teammates none the wiser of their situation. But just as alarmingly, so were the rest of his peers, all seventeen of them now sitting atop their beds, in the middle of the woods, no cabins to be seen.

"...What the fu-"

TPReboot returns this VALENTINE'S DAY, with...

Episode #2

The Greatly Overrated Outdoors