Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island. The teams were forced to put up five man teams to wrestle each other. Duncan tried to train Morty, but in the end the numerous beatings and raccoon attacks scared the scrawny kid away. After some advice from Jack, Morty went on to single handedly beat every member of the Gopher's wrestling team. This would lead to trailer park Rusty being voted off the island. The Gophers have yet to realize that Beth has the stolen tikki idol, and as such, they have yet to get rid of the curse that has afflicted them.

Will the Gophers be able to break the curse?

Will Heather try to win with some underhanded tactics?

Will we learn about more of Morty's hidden talents?

And will Kenny ever make it through an episode?

Find out these questions and more, on Total Drama Island!


(Cue Theme Song)


The campers were all enjoying their day at Wawanakwa. I now, apparently Chris had slept in, so Andrew gave them until two to get ready for their competition. Geoff was throwing a Frisbee with Gwen, Ed, D.J., Owen, Izzy, Tyler, Bart, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Duncan. Rick was busy working on his latest experiment. Double D was enjoying his Beowulf. Jack was meditating in Even Grim seemed to be having a good time learning to surf with Bridgette.

"Hello campers!" Chris shouted on the camp intercom system, "Get your butts over to the stage now so we can begin the next challenge. I have a feeling you'll like it."

"So much for having a relaxing day," said Gwen, who began to walk towards the stage. Soon both the Gophers and Bass joined her.


Geoff smiled as he ran up to Gwen. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she turned his head to him, and smiled.

"Think you guys stand a chance against Morty this week," Geoff said playfully as Gwen gave a small smile.

"Hey," she said, "You're forgetting that I still have more MVC awards than Morty, so I wouldn't be too confident in him winning it for you."

Geoff laughed in response, and both began to talk about a few other things. Only two other campers took note of the nature of their conversation.

Heather scowled at Gwen. The goth girl was attracted to a guy on the opposite team. She wasn't about to let her get away with that, and possibly cost her the win. But it was too soon to implement her plan; she needed to wait for the perfect moment. She realized, however, that she would have to wait for some point in the merge. Trying to discredit Gwen would be too hard unless there was physical proof of her being in a relationship with Geoff, and that would be difficult if they were on opposite teams. But hopefully the issue would be null and void by then.


Heather: So I want to keep Goth girl and Party guy from getting together. Big Deal, boyfriend and girlfriend are just another way of saying two way alliance, and I cannot let an alliance get far enough to challenge me. Though I must give some credit to Goth Girl for picking a respectable choice. I thought that she would have gone for some weird guy like Duncan.


Trent was also glaring at the couple, though at the other member of the relationship. He couldn't believe that Gwen liked an idiot party guy. Though he kind of understood it was his fault for leaving her buried alive. Trent didn't really hate Geoff; he just wanted to be Gwen's boyfriend. There was no way that he was going to let some wannabe cowboy from win Gwen's heart.


Trent: I'm sure I can win Gwen's heart. All I need to do is look for an opportunity to implement step one of my nine step plan to win Gwen's heart.

Chris: A love triangle, huh. That might boost ratings. I think today's challenge will give you the chance to try the plan Trent.


Chris had his customary sadistic smirk on as the campers took their seats in their teams bleachers. As they reached the performance area, Gwen and Geoff said goodbye, and went to their bleachers. Once the bleachers were full, Chris began to announce the challenge to them.

"I am sure that you are all glad to hear that today's challenge has absolutely nothing to do with any physical tests," he said with a forced smile as the campers seemed really excited about it. He had really wanted to have them all shot out of a cannon, but the darn producer said they needed a break, and came up with this challenge. Ah well, at least he was going to get some drama out of this.

"I hope that you're ready," said Chris, "for Total Drama Idol!"

"Say what now!" said Leshawna, as many of the campers eye's widened in shock.


Andrew: Chris! How many times did I tell you that you are no longer allowed to rip off the names of already existing reality shows! Now I'm going to have to pay them off like I did with Fear Factor!


"In this challenge," Chris continued, "each team will have one song performed. It can be a single, a duo, a barbershop quartet, whatever; just now that you are only allowed one song. The songs will be graded by former musical great Chef Hatchet. He will give the song a score out of ten. The team with the highest score wins invincibility; losers are sending someone home tonight.


Andrew: Originally, this was supposed to be a talent competition, but since both teams possess members with musical ability, I decided it would be simpler to just do a one song competition. I mean, who knows what awful things, could have happened if we let them pick the talent show.


Heather felt confident in her team breaking their losing streak. Trent had already proved himself to be a very talented musician, and he said that he had even written a song for the challenge. She then decided to see on the Bass were doing, it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on the competition.

As Heather peered at the Bass behind the bushes, she was about to realize how badly of a position they were in.

"Wow," said Wyatt, who was holding his guitar, "I never realized that I wasn't the only musician on the Killer Bass."

"Well of course you aren't," said Peter, who was wearing an outfit from the days he had been in a band with his family, "I mean, I have sung more than a few number one hits."

"Hey," said an astonished Homer, who was wearing the outfit from his days as a member "So have I. Wow, its like some guy that made your life stole ideas from the guy that made my life."

"I know," said Peter, excitedly.

"Die you plagiarist!" Homer then shouted as he grabbed Peter's neck and began to choke him. The others just stared at him, before another member spoke up.

"Yeah," Duncan said, with a pair of sticks in his hands, "I played on the juvie band. We won the talent competition."

"And I played on a legendary underworld band," said Grim, who was wearing a mullet."

"Hey, you know what," said Peter, who had escaped Homer, "We should form up my old band again; we can even keep a similar name."

"What was the name?" asked Wyatt.

"It was Fat, Horny, Black and Joe," said Peter, "But we can name the new one Fat, Fat, Black, Punk, and Grim."

"That sounds," said a rather annoyed Duncan, "rather stupid. But what the hell, not like we can do any better."

As the Bass began to talk amongst themselves, Heather began to grow worried. Trent may be talented, but there was no way he could handle Wyatt, Duncan and three professional musicians. She had to find away to take the Bass band out of the competition. She looked around, before she spotted a water tower. An evil plan began to be formulated in her mind.


Trent smiled happily as he practiced his song. Tonight, he would begin phase one of his nine phase plan to win Gwen's heart. He would sing a love song for her, and win the MVC award at the same time. He suddenly heard loud Rock Music being played. He walked in the direction that it was being played, and suddenly saw the five Bass band members playing.

"Hey guys," said Trent, "What's up."

"If you must know pretty boy," Duncan said irritably, "we are practicing for the competition tonight."

As they were talking, Heather, who had not realized that Trent was talking to them, had snuck by the water tower that they were practicing next to. She smiled as she pulled out the saw that she had grabbed from the shed. With break neck speed, she began to saw on the legs of the water tower. After finishing one leg, she silently went to the second, also quickly finishing that leg off. She smiled as she saw the large construction begin to sway back and forth. Finally, the tower's legs snapped from under it, giving out a horrific crack.

"You guys hear something?" asked Wyatt, as he, the rest of the Bass team, and Trent looked around for a moment. All of them turned around to see the tower collapse right on top of them.

The sound of a great crash and flowing water quickly attracted the rest of the campers and Chris to the scene. Heather swiftly hid the saw, and ran up to join them. The entire camp looked shocked at the injured bands. So did Heather, because she had caused the water tower to collapse on Trent as well as the Bass band.


Heather: It might have been a smarter idea to have actually looked to see who was under the tower before it fell. But what the heck, I'm sure we took out everyone with talent on their side, so we should have an advantage here.


"Well," Chris said in a less than upset tone, "looks like neither of the planned bands will be performing tonight. Alright, prepare your second rate musical talent for this challenge by eight p.m."

The Campers just glared at Chris as he walked away from them. They quickly turned their attention back to the injured campers, and tried to tend to their wounds.


"Ok," Heather said, "Does any one hear have any musical experience?"

"Yeah," said Brian, wagging his tail as he raised his hand, "I and Stewie were members of that band that Peter was in, so we should be able to at least wow the judges."

"I was in choir," Owen said happily.

"Me too," said Cody, "I also got a guitar at home."

"Both me and Kenny were once on the school chorus," said Cartman, who raised his hand. Kenny then mumbled a few words through his parka. Cartman frowned, "Shut the hell up Kenny, I don't care if you're worried about what might happen. This is the one challenge where you might not actually die. The big accident has already happened."

Kenny conceded that chances were that he might actually live through a challenge for once, so he laughed as he joined the band.

"So," asked Owen, "What should we sing."

"Look," said Brian, with a rather confident voice, "I have the perfect song, all we need is banjos."

"Banjos?" asked Cody, who began to have a look of unease cross his face. If he played a banjo, just imagine what it would do to his popularity with the ladies. Everybody knew that the banjo was the worst instrument in history. Well, that and the bagpipes, but they only played those in Scotland.

"I have a feeling that Chef might like banjos," said Brian, "I mean has he shown us any other sign that he actually has a good sense in what is good and what is not." The Gopher members all thought that moment over for a second, and then shuttered when they thought of the horrible food that Chef had prepared for them over the past few weeks.

"Like I was saying," Brian continued, "I feel that this is our best chance, because me and Stewie are famous ad-lib musical numbers each time we go out and take a trip. This kind of singing and dancing will be right up our alley, so just follow our lead and let's get practicing."


"It is no sweat guys," Geoff said with a smile on his face, "I know how to sing. After all, what good would a party be without a karaoke machine?"

"Well," said Kim, who was rather ticked off about the whole band getting knocked out, "I guess that is all we have left."

Double D let out a sigh of relief as she said this. Thank God he would not have to do that accursed instrument this night.


Double D: I am actually very good at the steel guitar. I detest the instrument however, and would like nothing more than to burn it to the ground. I am also unsure of my singing ability, though I do enjoy a good Bob Dylan song.

Cody: I got to say, I feel pretty confident in how we are going to do. Hey, we might even blow them out of the water. Plus hot babes do love musicians. (Begins to pretend he is playing on an air guitar).


"I'm worried about today's challenge," Heather said to the members of her alliance, "I feel we should try to tip the challenge just a little more into our favor."

"How?" asked Caitlin, who was still a little down after seeing what happened to Trent.

"Follow me," Heather said as she led them toward the stage. She smiled sinisterly, though only Mandy realized it.


Mandy: I have a feeling that Heather caused the accident earlier. She came up later than the rest of us, and she had some dirt on her shoe. A girl like her doesn't let dirt touch their outfit on pain of death.


Heather smiled evilly as she saw that her plan was in place. Just as she had planned, Geoff had decided to come and practice on the stage. She looked up and saw two spotlights that she had positioned above the stage. When Geoff stepped under one of the spotlights, and was prepping his microphone, Heather gave thumbs up to the others, who were standing next to where the rope that held the spotlight up was grounded. Lindsey, pulled the rope, and cringed when she herd a crash and yelp.


Geoff: (Bump on head) I don't even remember what happened. All that I remember is that I was standing on stage, trying to think up a song that Gwen might like, and Wham! I was out cold until after the challenge. (Suddenly realizes what he said) I can't believe I keep telling you guys stuff like this.


"Okay," Kim said as she stood in the Bass cabin, "We seem to have a situation here."

As she said this, she motioned over to the currently injured Geoff, Duncan, Wyatt, Peter, Homer and Grim. As they all cringed at the sight, many could not help but expect foul play.

"Chris must really want to hurt us," commented Jude.


Chris: I did, but my producer says that I will be forced to work without pay indefinitely if I do. Thank you Heather for doing it for me.


"KP," said Ron, "Don't you have a mad singing voice."

"You forget about my little problem with having to high a pitched voice," Kim said in an annoyed tone.

"I am tone deaf," Jack admitted, without any real anger in his voice.

"I was in choir at my church," said D.J., before a frown crossed his face, "But I haven't practiced in years, and when I do sing, I still have to deal with a few voice cracks."

"I am on the choir," Bridgette said with a small smile, "I think I could do well enough."

"Alright," Stan said with a smile on his face, "Bridgette will sing a song, and hopefully, we will still have enough talent to win tonight."

As the Bass cheered, none of them noticed Heather slip away from the Bass window, smirking evilly. She now had the perfect plan to get rid of Bridgette as well. The Gophers were going to win tonight, and there was no way she was going to let there be any room for error.


It was time for the main event. The spotlights were on, and the musical instruments were being set up. Bridgette squirmed as Kim and Jen were attempting to help her pick an out fit to go out and sing in. She let out a sigh as she ate a potatoes chip.

"I don't know," said Bridgette, before taking another chip from her bag, "You think I look good in red."

"All girls look good in red," Kim said confidently.

"It is a proven fact," Jen said happily, "Now let's try finding you some good shoes."

Bridgette put her chip bag down on a table for a second. Unfortunately, the table was near a door, and the three were so focused on the shoes, they did not realize something was amiss when a hand reached out from behind the door and pulled the chip bag out of the room.

Heather smirked as she pulled out a small jar. She quickly unscrewed the lid, opened the bag, and poured the contents of the medicine jar into the bag. Then, quick as a flash, she placed the bag back inside the room, and her smirk widened when Bridgette grabbed a chip, and ate it. The surfer was completely oblivious to what had just happened to the bag.


Heather: Hydrogen Peroxide, tasteless, scentless and effective. Just the way I like it. With enough of that in her system, I can guarantee that she will not be able to sing tonight. There is no way we can lose now.


"Blauhgh!"

Bridgette could not help but purge in the trash can she was holding. She felt so sick; she thought it was completely possible that she may die at this moment. Another minute passed, and she barfed again. D.J. grabbed her hair after this, trying to keep Bridgette from choking on her own vomit. The other Bass members watched with equal parts disgust and sadness.

"We are in serious trouble guys," Kim said as she and the other Bass waited for the Gophers to begin their song, "We don't have a singer, and someone will need to step up in the next five minutes or we can kiss our winning streak goodbye."

Rick then began to walk toward the cabin, a look of determination on his face. He turned to Morty, Double D, Stan and Kyle. "I have an idea," he said, "but I'm gonna need the three of your Guitar Hero skills to have a chance of it working. We need to get that stuff, fast."


Cody, Owen, Kenny, Cartman, Brian and Stewie all got on the stage, preparing to sing their song. Cody turned nervously to Brian.

"Are you sure that this song will get Chef to give us a lot of points?" he asked the human-like dog, "This song seems kind of old-schooled, and I still hate the banjo."

"Trust me," said Brian, "Chef will probably like the banjo, and it's a song about how conservatives are wrong, that automatically makes it a good song."


Andrew: (appears pissed off) I am a conservative Brian. It looks like I will have to remember to never give you an MVC award. Next to Chris and Heather, I think that I will like you the least of all the people here.


Brian stepped up to head microphone, smiling as he said, "Here is a song about a guy on a train."

The group began to play their banjos as they danced around one another. Just as they let out their first note, a crack was heard. Everyone turned up to see that the other spotlight that Heather had planted as a back up when she had taken Geoff out of the competition. The light suddenly fell from the rope that had snapped, and right on to, yep you guessed Kenny.

"Oh my God!" shouted Stan, "They killed Kenny!"

"You Bastards!" Kyle shouted.

"Well that could have gone better," Cartman said, before looking down into the hole into the stage. After a few seconds of peering into the dark depths of the stage, he screamed. "Not that fucking thing again!" he shouted as none other than the Sloppy Joe Monster jumped out from the stage, and attached itself to his face. As he screamed and rolled around, Ed grabbed Owen's banjo and raised it above Cartman's face.

"El Kabong!" he shouted as he slammed the musical instrument on the creature. He repeated the process several times, causing a lot of damage to Carman's face. Eventually, the creature let go and retreated back to whence it came.

Suddenly, above the stage, the chef-o-meter flashed four bars, signifying that the Gophers had scored a four out of ten. The entire camp looked shocked at the points.

"But we didn't even perform a song," Brian said angrily.

"I heard the Banjo and people talking," said Chef over the intercom.

"Then why did you give them such a high grade," asked Jack, "I am tone deaf, and even I know that wasn't a real song."

"I love the banjo!" shouted Chef. Because he shouted over the intercom, it caused all the campers, Andrew, and Chris to cover their ears in pain.

"Well," Chris said, while rubbing a finger in his ear, "I think this means that all the Bass have to do is have their band gain more than five points. So where is your band?"

"I think they mean that every member of their band is too injured to participate," Heather said sinisterly. The Bass were too busy worrying about what Rick was doing to care about the fact that she knew about Bridgette.

"Alright, Ladies and Germs," a voice over the microphone said. They all turned to see Rick holding a microphone on stage. Behind him were Morty, Double D, Courage, Stan, and Kyle, all with guitars.

"Dude," Stan said angrily, "You didn't have to take apart our game so you could make real guitars. It cost us fifty bucks for that game."

"Shut the fuck up," Rick growled lowly, before turning back to the campers, "We will now perform for you, a song called, "Get Schwifty", written by me. Ready guys."

Morty, Double D, Stan, Courage, and Kyle began to play a funky beat on the guitar as Rick began to sing.

(Rick sings)

Oh, yeah!
You gotta get schwifty.
You gotta get schwifty in here.
It's time to get schwifty.
Oh oh.
You gotta get schwifty.
Oh, yeah!
Take off your pants and your panties.
Shit on the floor.
Time to get Schwifty in here
I'm Mr. Bulldops.
I'm Mr. Bulldops.
Take a shit on the floor.
Time to get schwifty in here
Hey take your pants off its schwifty time today

(End song)

"Alright Rick!" shouted Jude as the Bass rushed onto the stage, "That was beyond awesome."

"I guess there are some perks to having a high voice, huh," replied a smug Rick.

"That was so beautiful," Chef said over the intercom, "I usually don't like it when people use improv, but who cares, Ten out of Ten!"

The Bass cheered as Rick accepted his MVC award.


Heather was seething. Her team had just lost four straight challenges. Her alliance members, even Mandy, were slowly backing away from the Asian girl.

"So who should we vote out tonight?" Caitlin asked nervously.

"Gwen," Heather said curtly.

"No," Mandy said, "She is too popular, and she has never messed up."

"So who then?" asked an irate Heather.

"The person on our team who would have been at his peak of usefulness on this challenge, and then did not participate," Mandy said calmly. The other members of the alliance gained a look of shock, and then a smirk appeared on Heather's face.


"SO it has come down to you two," Chris said at that night's campfire ceremony. On one side was a still injured Kenny, and on the other, Trent, who seemed to have recovered. Both looked extremely nervous. The others were already eating their marshmallows.

Heather's smirk widened as she ate her marshmallow.


Heather: It was incredibly easy to manipulate tonight's vote. My alliance had already agreed, Izzy is nuts, Shake and Meatwad are both idiots, Cartman and Kenny are friends so they were easy enough when I told them that Trent voted for Kenny, Caitlin convinced Nikki and Jonesy, and Owen, piece of cake.

Owen: (Eating a large slice of cake) Ha ha, piece of cake.


"And the last marshmallow goes to…

…Kenny."

When Chris threw the marshmallow at Kenny, it hit him in the eye, causing him to flail around before falling into the fire.

"Aw come on," Chris muttered, "That is the second time today."

Trent sighed as he walked down the dock of shame. He should have known that his injuries would eventually come back to haunt him. Now he would never be able to use his nine step plan.


Geoff smiled as the Bass enjoyed the Karaoke Machine that had been their reward. Geoff had just woken up from his injury, as had the rest of the injured Bass. At the current moment, D.J. was preparing a puree of vegetables for Bridgette so she could eat something that would settle her stomach. He had to admit, D.J. was a wiz at cooking, especially after he used that special can full of, as D.J. called it, "Momma's Spice."

Geoff also smiled as he saw Gwen out the window. She was just sitting on the porch, sighing. He frowned, and told the others that he had to go use the restroom.

When he got outside, he walked up to Gwen, who gained a look of horror when she saw the injury on his head.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"Not much," he said nonchalantly, before asking, "What is wrong with you?"

"I feel kind of bad about what happened to Trent," Gwen said, "he is really friendly, but he never got his chance to perform, and who knows how that could have changed what happened in today's challenge. He was also so friendly with me, he tried to be my friend, and he never called me a name, or made fun of me."

Geoff smile lessened when he heard Gwen's opinion Trent. Was it possible that Gwen liked Trent instead of him? He sighed before saying goodnight and returning to his cabin. Heather smirked when she saw the look on Geoff's face. Maybe she would not have to deal with a relationship between the cowboy and goth.


Losers: Courtney, Zim, Noah, Eva, Sadie, Justin, Billy, Rusty, Trent

AN: Yes, the surprise victim of the curse was Trent. Sorry guys, but I actually did like the Gwen and Geoff relationship in the original story. Also, I couldn't resist having Rick sing Get Schwifty in this challenge. Well, thank you for reading, and good night.