Chapter 1: The Wrath of Wawanakwa
Chris sat in the underground control centre on Pahkitew Island. Noticing the cameras, he chuckled.
"Hello viewers, and welcome to Season 8 of Total Drama! I'm just chilling in the control centre on the robotic island. We cleaned up most of the damage Scarlett caused, and we did get Amy off the island. Boy, she was ticked! But enough of that. We're NOT going to be on Pahkitew Island for too long..."
(Transitions to helicopter)
"This season, we're taking our 2nd generation contestants, as well a few new faces, to an old home: Camp Wawanakwa has risen! This is gonna be…TOTAL DRAMA: REBOOT OF THE ISLAND!"
(Opening Scene)
"Yes, that's right! We're BACK at Camp Wawanakwa! No toxic waste, luckily, but no spa hotel either! Haha! Let's meet our campers!"
A boat came rocking up to the island.
"Say hey to...dirt boy Scott!"
"It's the dirtiness that makes it so flavourful!" He told a very angry Jo.
"Shut up, dirt boy!"
"Bossy cutthroat Jo! Showing even less warmth than last time!"
"All Stars finalists Mike and Zoey!"
They were too busy making out.
"Athletic super-jock Lightning!"
"Sha-yeah! The Lightning is BACK!"
"Silent inventor B!"
B gave a thumbs up to the cameras.
"Creepy aura girl Dawn!"
Dawn meditated, not a care in the world.
"Tan in a Can, Anne Maria!"
"Oh yeah, three more coats outta do it!"
"Lieutenant Brick!"
"Sir, yes sir!" Brick army saluted.
Chatty McChatterbox, Staci!"
"Yeah, saluting was invented by my great, great, great, great, great, great, GREAT grandfather! Before him, to show respect, you kissed the ground! And ground was invented by-"
"Bubble boy Cameron, uninjured and bubble-less!"
"Oh, boy. This is not gonna be fun!"
"And ex-All Star failure, gamer boy Sam!"
"Sweet! Grenade gunner upgrade! Whoo!"
The boat docked, and the contestants all got off.
"Welcome back to the island, 2nd generation campers! Before we get to making the teams and our first challenge, in case you're wondering, you might be missing Dakota? Well, luckily, her dad sent her to a lab, and she's been rehabilitated back to human! So, here's DAKOTA!"
She came on a separate boat, on her phone, like always.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey, Dakota! I haven't heard from you for a while. How was the rehabilitation?" Zoey asked.
"Pretty great, actually."
"Hot as ever." Sam laughed.
"Thanks."
"Alright, Dakota isn't the only surprise I've got. I'm also bringing not 1, not 2, but THREE newbies!
He's a wannabe pilot, with the courage of a bear, it's Hank!"
A Chinese teen in a pilot uniform, short black hair, and dark green eyes. He nodded at the competition, but was pushed to the side by the second newbie: an indigenous girl with face tattoos and all black clothes. She didn't look too friendly as she glared at the others.
"Well, this is going to be the easiest contest in the history of easy contests."
"Yeah, yeah, we get it, Padme!" griped the third newbie: another girl with shoulder length brown hair, a white shirt, and plain blue jeans.
"Cora, what's up? You know, when we saw your audition tapes, we just KNEW you three were gonna be good competitors!"
"Can we get on with this show, McLean?" Jo asked angrily.
"Sha-yeah! The Lightning is sha-ready!"
"Alright, alright! If I call your name, come stand to my right!
Anne Maria, Mike, Zoey, Cameron, Jo, Brick, Hank, and Padme! You will officially be known as...The Mutant Maggots!
And the rest of you, Sam, Dakota, B, Dawn, Scott, Staci, Lightning, and Cora! The Toxic Rats!"
"So, theres ZERO toxic waste, and yet you still call us the team names from before?"
"Correct!"
Confessional
Scott: A lot of people might be wondering what happened to us when we flew off into the sky in those balloons. Well, Chris found us and got us down. 'Nuff said.
Zoey: I don't know what to think of the new people. Cora and Hank seem nice, but Padme? I don't know...
End Confessional
"Another thing I should probably mention are the 3 immunity idols. The Chris and Chef heads, and the tiki idol are all up for grabs! Find 'em, and you're golden! So stick around to see what I've got in store for our contestants! On...TOTAL DRAMA REBOOT OF THE ISLAND!"
(Commercial)
Everyone had gathered in the forest before Chris.
"Ok, teams, here's your challenge: cut those totem poles down from their trees and plant 'em outside one of the cabins!"
A TV showed two of the same bad, crappy cabins.
"Piece of cake!" Padme laughed.
"And there are bombs which go off in 6 minutes! So, begin!"
The competitors all scattered to their poles.
"Sha-Lightning has got this!" Lightning started climbing up, then slipped off. "No worries, the Sha-Lightning and his strong muscles will sha-win!"
He then proceeded to do what he did worst: become arrogant-and kiss his muscles. He approached Cora.
"Sup, new girl? You sha-might want a bit of THESE later! Sha-BOOM!"
He flexed his muscles in front of Cora. Without blinking, she kicked him in the sha-kiwis. He cried out in pain, as the others watched, a little scared, but Staci just kept talking nonstop.
Lightning approached Padme.
"Hey, dude, your friends crazy!"
"Um...I'm not a-"
But Lightning was already gone.
"If Mike can boost Zoey up to that branch, she should be able to hoist Hank up, he can boost Brick, then Jo should be able to cut the rope!" Cameron suggested to his team.
"Or I could throw you and this conveniently acquired sharp stick up there, and you could cut it down for us, geek." Padme growled. "You. Army guy, if I miss or injure him, get up there, soldier!"
"Sir, yes, sir!" Brick began climbing the tree.
"I don't know about this..." Mike said.
"Well it's either you, or the team." Jo took control as Brick slipped off the tree.
"Wait." Hank intervened. "Throw me instead. I'm probably more suited for...aerial stuff."
"Fair enough."
And Padme picked Hank up and tossed him up to the totem pole, along with the stick, hanging on the edge, as Brick kept climbing.
"...And desks were invented by my great, great, great, great, great, great, GREAT uncle Walter! Before him, you had all to do all your work on the floor! And then-"
Staci's rambling was cut off by Cora moving her over beside the tree. The other Rats all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Uh, you want me to stand here?" Sam asked B, who had moved a giant log onto a rock. B and his weight provided excellent leverage, launching Sam onto Staci. The other Rats quickly got the idea.
"Forgot you were a freaking GENIUS!" Scott growled. B just gave him a dirty look, as did Dawn, who was launched onto Dakota's shoulders. Slowly, but surely, the Rats were making a human tower, as Hank started sawing away.
Cora completed the tower, revealing long fingernails she used to cut the ropes effortlessly.
"B, change your name to A!" Sam laughed as the Rats rode on their totem pole down a large hill.
Meanwhile, Hank was having a bit of trouble, still hanging on by the stick.
"Hang on, soldier. I'm coming to save you!" Brick kept climbing, but suddenly, a robot crocodile popped it's head from a tree.
"Robot crocodiles!"
"We had a few left over from last season!" Chris laughed. "And you KNOW I just hate wasting stuff!"
The crocodile started biting down at Hank, who dodged and screamed, as the crocodile bit on the ropes, making the totem pole fall. Brick jumped from the tree, and the Maggots followed the Rats down the hill. Anne Maria was, of course, tending to her hair mid-ride, when a bump sent her hairspray can flying, knocking Brick out. Padme grabbed him just before they fell off, as the Maggots passed the Rats.
"B needs us to lean forward!" Dawn shouted to her team as the Rats retook their lead.
"How'd they get in front of us?" Jo growled as the bombs clarified only 1 minute remaining.
"We have bigger problems!" Mike screamed, alerting his team to a cliff.
Meanwhile, the Rats had reached the bottom of the hill.
"Quick, grab a cabin!" B, Cora, and Scott lifted the totem pole to the right side cabin, and placed in front of the cabin, deactivating the bomb just before the countdown reached zero.
Just as the team celebrated their victory, the Maggot's totem pole came crashing right through the Rat's selected cabin. The bomb ticked down...3...2...1...
The cabin blew up in a whiff of smoke. Wood and metal flew everywhere.
Chris flew in on his helicopter.
"So...you blew up one of the cabins. I wasn't gonna do this, but as the only team with a cabin still standing, I declare the Maggots the winners!"
The Maggots cheered, as the Rats looked defeated.
"BUT, you'll have to share one tiny, cramped cabin,at least until we can build you a new one!"
"Yeah! Like my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, GREAT aunt Florence invented hammers and nails! Before her, construction didn't exist, and houses and buildings kept falling down." Staci rambled on and on, as her team glared at her.
"Does she ever shut up?" Cora whispered to Dakota.
Confessional
Cora: Well, today was a disaster.
Hank: This place seems really cool. I hope everyone likes me.
Padme: I saw Hank and Cora leave the confessional. My bet is that Cora's saying they screwed up, and Hanks hoping they like him. But, hey, I'm not psychic!
End Confessional
Elimination
"Toxic Rats, welcome to the very first elimination ceremony of the season. Losing stings, but whats gonna sting even more is the one unlucky loser kicked off. You've all cast the votes, and marshmallows will go to...
B...Dawn...Scott...Lightning..."
"Sha-YEAH, BABY!"
"And both Sam and Dakota!"
The marshmallows bonked onto Sam's head, landing on his GameGuy, which was suddenly snatched by Chef, along with Dakota's phone.
"HEY!"
"No tech allowed. It's in your contracts!
Anyway, Cora, Staci, THIS is the final marshmallow of the evening. And, the last marshmallow goes to..."
Both girls looked around nervously...
...Cora!"
Cora breathed a sigh of relief, as Staci sighed depressed.
"Well, ok then. I guess it's the Slingshot of Shame, then?"
"Nope. Due to an, um, lawsuit, regarding the safety of the Slingshot, I had to use this! The Submarine of Shame!"
An old, weathered submarine appeared from the dock, and Staci was escorted down by Chef and tossed into it.
"Well, submarines were invented by my great, great, great,great,great,great, great-"
But the hatch closed before Staci could finish, and the submarine dipped beneath the surface.
Epilogue
"We all voted her off, right?" Scott asked.
"I'd say so, yeah." Sam laughed.
"That girl just won't sha-shut up." Lightning commented.
"Kinda like you." Cora stifled a laugh.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
The team went to bed.
"Staci's elimination may have been expected, but talking ain't gonna get you nowhere on...TOTAL DRAMA REBOOT OF THE ISLAND!