Chris: Last Time on Total Drama Island! The Bugs Bunny cycle came to a close. Throughout the day, me and Chef were beaten up, blown up, and thrown away like yesterday's homework. After a long Square dancing saga, it was eventually revealed that Bugs was employed by Andrew to torture us, giving me another reason to hate that producer. In the end, Peter was kicked off the island for his own idiocy, and the final 36 campers are continuing to try to fight their way to the grand prize.

Will we come up with another brilliant and engaging challenge?

Will this episode once again revolve around me getting hurt?

And will Kenny ever actually live through an episode?

Find out now, on Total Drama Island!


(Theme Music)


The campers were all standing out on the docks, looking around for their insane host and his military lackey. More than a few moments were filled with dread about the next challenge the man had cooked up for them.

"Hello campers," Chris shouted through his megaphone as he walked out onto the dock, "I hope you all slept well last night, 'cause it might just be the very last time you ever sleep in anything but a coffin."

The entire cast gulped.

"Anyways," Chris continued, "for today's challenge, you're all going to be going on a little hunt for wildlife."

He was interrupted when a sudden gasp filled the air. Immediately, all heads turns towards Bridgette, who had a terrified expression on her face.

"Hunt?" she exclaimed. "You mean...shoot at the wildlife?"

"Relax Bridgette," Chris assured. "National law prohibits us from actually killing wildlife on live television...though that's a shame, really. It would have made for some 'killer' television."

Chris took a moment to laugh at his own joke while everyone else just stared at him awkwardly. Or, in others cases, uncomfortably.


Bridgette: Okay, I'm convinced. Chris is a psychotic whack job that escaped from an insane asylum.


"Any who," Chris said after clearing his throat, "For this challenge, you are all required to hunt down an assigned animal and capture it. What animal you will be hunting is all up to chance! Chef, if you would be so kind?"

Chef Hatchet approached the contestants with a small bag. However, that wasn't what the contestants were looking at. Instead, their attention was fixed solely on the huntress costume that Chef was wearing. This costume consisted of a simple short, ragged, leather skirt that showed off more leg than anyone would care to see as well as a ragged leather bra to match. In addition, Chef was also given fur boots and a small hunting knife that he carried on his almost bare hip.


Bridgette: (Shuddering) I'm also convinced that Chef Hatchet has some mental issues too. I mean, what man in their right mind would WANT to wear that stuff.

Chef: (Still in his huntress outfit) For cryin' out loud! You think these maggots would learn how to stomach this after awhile! Why, back in the army, we had to learn how to stomach more gruesome sights than this in order to just survive and keep our mentality in check! Again, these pukes wouldn't last a minute in my platoon! (He pulls out a mirror and applies some matching lipstick to go with his costume)


"Inside this bag are some lottery balls," Chris explained. "Chef will come by each of you and you will select a ball from the bag. Inside those lottery balls is a piece of paper with an animal on it. Some animals are friendly...others, not so much. But as of now, we have all thirty-six animals locked in secure locations around the island. On my signal, an air horn will ring throughout the island. That sound means that the animals have been released from captivity. Your challenge is to track down your animal and bring it back here in our cage."

"But...why would anyone want to do something like that?" Bridgette questioned, sounding disgusted by the mere thought of the challenge.

"Because it makes for good television," Chris explained. "I mean, have you seen some of the shows out there lately? 'Hog Hunters'; 'Deadliest Catch'; the list goes on! People eat this sort of ting up!"


Rick: (Rolling his eyes before taking a swig from his flask) Just goes to show that people on Earth are fucking stupid enough to watch anything.


"Anyways," Chris continued. "For today's challenge, I've decided to grant multiple invincibility again today. For those who are able to bring back their animals to the cage within the time limit, you're safe from elimination tonight. "But for the first person to bring back their animal, he or she will receive a full fledged meal courtesy of 'Joe Cool Catering!'"

Just then, a vehicle could be heard approaching. Everyone glanced over to see that the cameraman with a funny looking nose was now driving a small van with the words 'Joe Cool's Catering' written on the side. He pulled up next to the campers and nodded politely at them before jumping out of the van and beginning to prepare the feast that awaited the grand prize winner.

"Okay then! Let's get this bad boy underway! Bridgette, since you're the most eager about this challenge, I think I'll have you pick first."

Chef approached the surfer girl with the bag and held it out in front of her. She looked down at the bag with unease at first. But finally, she reached in and pulled out a lottery ball. She cracked it open and read aloud the animal written down on the piece of paper inside.

"...the great...brown...bear..." she shivered as her face went white.

"Ooh, that's a tough one. Too bad Bridgette," Chris teased.

"Tough luck hippie," Cartman snickered as he pulled his lottery ball out next. He continued to laugh at Bridgette's misfortune as he cracked open his ball, which greatly annoyed her much to his delight. However, once he saw the name of the creature written down on his parchment, the nine year old's eyes bulged with pure terror and his skin had gone even more white than Bridgette's had. Within seconds, his face had lost all color.

"Oooh, judging by your expression Cartman, I think I know what you drew," Chris chuckled.

"Can I switch? For the love of God please," he frantically begged the host.

"Sorry dude, but all decisions are final" the host sinisterly smirked.

Everyone heard Cartman swearing up a storm under his breath. But that's not what had them worried. They were more concerned about the creature he drew. It wasn't everyday that they saw the fat boy shiver with pure terror as he was at this point in time. It made them all feel a little uneasy inside. When they asked him what it was he had to capture, Cartman just quivered. He was too petrified to even speak the creature's name.

Next was Double D. He drew a seagull. It wasn't the Ed boy's first choice, since birds were so difficult to capture. But he could have gotten a bear or whatever it was that Cartman got.

Bart boldly drew from the bag next. The prankster read his paper and shrugged casually. "A frog," he smiled. "I can do that."

Lindsay was next to pull out a ball. She reached in and dug around for a minute, trying to decide which one just felt right. Heather barked at her to hurry up, to which the blonde apprehensively obliged. Nearby, Gwen, Leshawna, and Leela just glared at the queen bee.

"...Oh no," she whimpered as she read her piece of paper. "I've got to capture...a shark?"

"How the heck are you supposed to capture a shark?" Gwen demanded. "That's impossible!"

"Not if you're the Fonz," Chris chuckled. "I mean, if he can tangle with a shark, then anyone can."

"'Happy Days' is a fictional show!" Morty snapped. "You can't expect her to pull this off!"

"Well, then it looks like she'll be up for elimination tonight," Chris shrugged.

"Hey! I'll trade with Lindsay if she doesn't want her's!" Cartman instantly suggested.

"I already told you! No trading allowed!"

Cartman hung his head in uncharacteristic despair and fear much to the surprise of Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. There was no way he was ready for what he had to face. In his mind, Lindsay had the easier task ahead of her.

Heather reached into the bag next and pulled out a ball. She smiled when she saw that all she had to capture was a measly rabbit.

Next was Leela. The cyclops had pulled a raccoon. She nodded her head, a stern and serious look on her face the whole time.

Gwen reached in next. The Gothic girl quirked an eyebrow when she saw that she had pulled the duck. An odd choice, but doable nonetheless.

Geoff reached into the bag next. The party animal hung his head when he saw that he had to find a way to capture a snake. He knew that those things were no easy creature to handle.

Izzy reached in the bag next. She was like a kid in a candy store as she excitedly dug through the balls that were still inside. Finally, she pulled one out. She crackled madly when she saw that her target animal was a deer.

"Woot! Just like 'The Deer Hunter'!" she excitedly proclaimed. "Now Izzy can take her place in history alongside one of the greatest movies to ever be made!"

Jack got a white wolf. Leshawna got a beaver. Owen had a chipmunk. Bojack, to his annoyance, had to capture an actual horse. Stewie had to catch a haw and Brian a mongoose. Fry a bobcat, Bender a tortoise, Eddy had a bat, Ed a chicken much to his delight, Master Shake a turkey, Meatwad a goose, Early had an elk, Rick had to catch a buffalo of all things, Ezekiel to his dismay had to capture a mountain lion, Harold had to catch a skunk. Kenny had the displeasure to try and wrangle an alligator. Stan had to catch a coyote while Kyle had the unfortunate luck of capturing a wolverine. Grim got a gopher, Courage an eagle, DJ a goat, Jude a weasel, Jen a badger, and Dib a squirrel.

Last was Morty. The teen dug into the bag and pulled out his lottery ball. He nervously cracked it open and read the name of the animal written on the piece of paper inside.

"...a moose..." he read. "How the hell am I supposed to capture a moose?!"

"I'll leave that to you," Chris shrugged. "Okay then! Now that you all have your animals, the hunt will begin in ten minutes. First, you're all allowed to go into the boat house and grab any necessary items you'll need in order to successfully capture your animal. Anything you want or can imagine is in there. Then, you'll head for the woods. Once you hear the air horn, that'll mean that the animals have been released that the challenge will officially begin!"


Heather: I know I'm still a main target to all these creeps. But you know what? As far as I'm concerned, they're all main targets to me as well. I don't care who goes home next. The only thing I care about is getting invincibility.

Izzy: (Grinning) Oh yeah! This one's gonna be all Izzy! No one can hunt better than me!

Bridgette: Oh, I don't know...I guess since we're not shooting any of the animals...oh, I just wish we didn't have to do this inhumane act towards those poor, innocent creatures...(she sobs slightly)

Cartman: (He's still shuddering) Okay, that stupid hippie can say what she wants about the other animals being poor, innocent little creatures all she wants...but she doesn't have to hunt what I've got to hunt! And you guys want to talk acts of cruelty... oh holy Jesus God!


In the boat house, the contestants were searching around, trying to find anything of value that could assist them in the challenge. Leela found some carrots hiding in the corner. What carrots were doing in a boat house, she didn't want to know. But she did know that raccoons would eat just about anything. She was about to leave the boat house with her find when...

"Give me those one eye!"

Heather didn't even give Leela a chance to respond as she swiped the carrots from her hands in one, swift motion.

"Hey! Those are mine skank!"

"Not anymore."

"But, I found them first!"

"Well, I found them from your hand, so finders keepers!"

"That doesn't even make any sense you idiot!"

Leela harshly pushed Heather out of her and into a pile of garbage in the corner. Glaring at the space captain with hatred in her eyes, the queen bee just stormed off into the woods. She didn't need this, she had a rabbit to capture.

Leela adjusted her tank top as she just glared at Heather's retreating form.

"Whoa...harshness."

Geoff interrupted her thoughts as he approached the cyclops to see if she was alright. "You okay bra?"

"I'm fine," Leela grumbled as she brushed herself off as best she could. "But I've still got to find something before the animal sare released for the challenge."

"Well, you've got the raccoon, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then you could probably use this!"

Geoff smiled as he handed her a container labeled 'Raccoon Food'. Leela's eyes widened with surprise and joy as she accepted the food.

"Thanks!" she beamed. "But...what about you? Can you find anything to capture that snake?"

"Well...I found this snake trap," he shrugged as he showed her a cage that was disguised as a house with a sign on it that read 'Snake House: All Snakes Welcome For a Good Time'.

"Well...looks like the material in here for us to capture our animals is quite convenient for us all," Leela pointed out.

"Indeed it is," Geoff agreed. "But still, who in their own right mind would think of making a cage like this?"

"I don't know...but I'll bet Chef uses this raccoon food for his meals."

"Cha! That's probably why is tastes so bad," Geoff chuckled.


Chef: Oh, I resent that! I do NOT use raccoon food. That's just plain disgusting! (He grumbles under his breath a little) I use badger food! High in protein and fiber, you know!


Bart managed to find a small net fitting to capture a frog. Jack helped Lindsay find a giant net. One big enough to capture a shark. The blonde was appreciative, but still apprehensive about the upcoming challenge.

After a few minutes of searching, Gwen found a box labeled 'Badger Food'. Shrugging, she tossed it aside and then pulled up another box labeled 'Duck Food'.

"Well, this'll work just fine," she smirked.

Double D scrounged around the piles of junk, looking for anything he could to try and help him catch a seagull. Unfortunately, he wasn't as lucky as some of the other contestants were. All he found was a rope. All the other nets had been taken and Izzy had come across the tranquilizer gun before anyone else could find it.

Morty didn't have much luck either. All he found was a red cape that was usually used for bull fighting. How this would help him in catching a moose, he still didn't know. But according to his philosophies, it was better than nothing.

Bridgette gasped in horror as she held up a bear trap in her hand. Refusing to use anything that would bring harm to an animal, she threw it out into the lake and searched for something else. Something that wouldn't hurt the poor creature she was being forced to bring into captivity.

"Hey! I could have used that you dumb bitch!" Cartman snapped.

"Nuh uh!" the surfer girl snapped back. "There's no way I'm letting you or anyone else use something that gruesome and cruel to harm any of these animals."

"Bitch, I don't have an animal! I've got a creature so terrifying..." Cartman stammered. Just the thought of having to deal with it was enough to make him want to pass out.

Bridgette, not believing Cartman, continued to search for something that would aide her capture of a bear in a non-violent method. The best she could find was a fishing rod.

She glanced over at Cartman, who had managed to scrounge up a chainsaw. The fat boy was clinging onto the weapon for dear life. He knew he was going to need it for the task that lay ahead of him as he slowly followed the other contestants as they all made their way into the woods.

Some of the contestants decided to break off into smaller groups while others decided to have at it alone. One group consisted of Double D, Bart, Kenny, Gwen, and Lindsay since their animals could be found near bodies of water. Geoff, Harold, Ezekiel, Fry, Leela, Grim, Jude, Jen, Jack, Ed, Eddy, and Courage made up a group of their own. The remaining campers were left to fend for themselves.


"So...what do you the rest of you say? Once we've captured our assigned animals, we help one another catch theirs that way we all win invincibility," Double D suggested. "I do not care about the meal. Just so long as all five of us arrive back safe, I'm content."

"Me too," Lindsay agreed. "I'd hate to see any of you guys go...oh, and you too Gwen."

"Gee...thanks," Gwen rolled her eyes.

"I think it's an awesome plan!" Bart agreed. "Besides, I think Lindsay's going to need help catching the shark. I mean, how the hell is anyone supposed to catch a shark with the tools we've got?"

"Aww," Lindsay awed as she smiled at the jock with appreciation.

"Yes, I will help as well," Double D added with a smile.

"Thanks Double D," she chuckled. "But you know, you've got the easiest one to catch I think."

"You think catching a seagull is easy?" Gwen asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Sure! I mean, anyone can do it. I heard that anyone can catch a bird if they can mimic the kind of bird's call. And the seagull has the easiest bird call of them all!"

"You know the seagull bird call?" Double D asked.

"Sure! It's really easy. It goes like this."

Lindsay stopped in her tracks and cleared her throat. Gwen, Bart, Kenny, and Double D watch her, amazed that Lindsay knew something as complicated and skill oriented as bird calling.

Then, Lindsay opened her mouth and immitated what she believed the be the call of the seagull:

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!"


Gwen: Yeah, Tyler does not like Lindsay for her brain.

Bart: And I thought Homer had a head full of pudding.

Lindsay: (Looking confused) I don't get it. It worked in 'Finding Nemo'. Maybe I need to lower my voice a little. (She clears her throat and tries again in a lower voice) Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Seagull: Mine!


Chris glanced at his watch.

"...five...four...three...two...one...TIME!"

Chris blew on his air horn.

"It's time to release the animals! Chef, give the word to our newest intern!"

Chef gave Chris the thumbs up and pulled out his walkie talkie.

"Four Star General to Airnaruto45! Four Star General to Airnaturo45! It's time to release the animals. Over."

Chef waited for a response from the other end, but none came.

"BUTTER BOY!" he hollered.

"Oh. Sorry," came the voice of Butters on the other end. "I guess I'm still not used to this whole codename thing yet."

"Yeah whatever," Chef grumbled. "Anyways, it's time to release the animals! Now get to it!"

"Are you sure?" Butters asked back. "Some of these animals look pretty vicious and..."

"Your job isn't to think! Your job is to be a slave to me and Chris just like your other weirdo friends! Understand? Now let the animals go!"

"...Yes sir..." Butters miserably replied. Chef then heard the sound of a button being pushed followed by the sound of buzzers going off. Chef grinned wickedly and flashed a thumbs up to Chris, who grinned sinisterly back with evil satisfaction.


Morty was wandering around the forest, helplessly lost. He was beginning to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to venture out alone and that he would have been better off going with someone like Bridgette, Geoff, Jack or even Rick.

'Well, there's nothing I can do about it now,' he sighed as he continued his hike.

Suddenly, he heard the air horn that Chris had warned him and the other campers about. He froze dead in his tracks and began to search around his surroundings frantically. He knew that a moose could be quite territorial and that if it was a moose that Chris had caught, it would probably be twice as aggressive as a normal moose.

'Bridgette's right,' he shivered. 'Chris is one sadistic bastard.'

But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard what sounded like a metal gate being swung open a few yards away from him. That sound was then followed by the frightening sound of a creature howling and thunderously galloping around. The sound grew louder and louder until finally, the creature came into view a measly fifty feet away from Charlie Brown. Just as he feared, it was the moose he was supposed to capture.

The moose sniffed the air and, sensing the boy's presence, sharply turned his attention towards the fourteen year old. Morty could only shiver as he stared into the blood red eyes of the moose. Whenever the creature exhaled, it almost looked as though steam was coming out of it's nostrils. But what really had Morty on edge was the mere fact that, without a shred of doubt, this was easily the biggest, meanest, and deadliest moose that he had ever seen.

Morty gulped and weakly smiled at the moose, hoping that it would tame the creature a little bit. Unfortunately, he would get no such luck. The moose could sense his fear and, grinning evilly, it slowly turned it's body so that it was facing the child. In response, Morty began to slowly back away, holding his red cape in front of him as though it were a shield. Then, the moose began pawing at the ground, grunting and huffing all the while. Charlie Brown continued to back up, but faster than before.

Then, in an instant, the moose charged. It's antlers were pointed straight down and it had targeted the fourteen year old for extermination. Taking the hint, Morty let out a great cry and bolted in the opposite direction as fast as his legs could carry him. He had let go of his cape, which the moose disintegrated as it raced by it.

True, the moose was very fast. But with pure adrenaline now flowing in his veins, Morty was now running just as fast as the moose in an attempt to escape the murderous creature.


"Whoo Hoo!" Izzy cheered as she heard the air horn go off. "It's time for the hunt! About time too. My finger was beginning to itch with anticipation."

She cricked her neck and fingers as she braced herself for the challenge. She held up her tranquilizer gun and began to track down her prey.

A few minutes later, she heard something in the bushes nearby. Acting purely on instinct, Izzy leaped up into a tree branch and pointed her gun in the direction where the noise came from. Indeed something was in the bushes and it was on it's way out.

Grinning wickedly, Izzy put her finger on the trigger, and readied to fire. Seconds later, the creature came out. To Izzy's disappointment, it wasn't a deer. And, to her horror, it was something much, much worse.

The red head gasped in shock and then quickly silenced herself, for fear that the creature might have heard her. She began to sweat profusely when the creature lifted it's ears up and heavily sniffed the air as if to try and smell the location of whatever made a noise.

Izzy didn't move. She didn't breathe. She didn't think. She didn't blink. She knew that one wrong move could be her last and that with a creature this dangerous and vile, she had to have all her senses at perfection. She did her best to control her intense sweating and heavy heartbeat. For a creature like this could sense fear and wouldn't hesitate to attack on the slightest impulse.

She watched as the hideous thing ate something in it's hand. What it was, Izzy couldn't quite see. But she didn't dare adjust her body to take a better look. The creature made somewhat of a grunting sound as it dug into the ground and relieved itself. The repulsive smell almost made Izzy vomit,but she controlled the urge to in order to save her life. It didn't help that the thing didn't even bury it's filth after it was done. It just sniffed the air a little more and nibbled some more on whatever it had in it's hand.

Finally, after what seemed like years, the creature scurried off on all four legs through a thicket. Izzy stayed in the tree a good five minutes before she dared to come down.

The first thing she did was bury the rancid wastes that the creature had left behind. Then, without waiting another minute, she raced off in the opposite direction as fast as her legs could carry her.


Izzy: (Still shivering) Whoa! I'm telling you all right now, Chris needs to be put in jail for even letting a creature like that onto the island with a bunch of teenagers. Not even Izzy would dare tangle with a creature that vile and gruesome. You'd have to be beyond my level of insanity to even attempt to take on that...that...(she quivers in fear again) I don't think my rival Jack or that Rick guy can take it down. Now Izzy knows why Cartman is so scared.


The surfer girl was deeply regretting having gone off alone. She was so distracted about having to hunt down one of mother earth's beautiful creatures that she had forgotten that she was petrified of being alone in the woods.

'And to make matters worse, I've got to find a bear to boot,' she thought to herself as she shivered.

Even the slightest sound would cause her to body to tense up and sharply turn around and search the area frantically for any sign of something that might jump out and attack her.

''Gwen...Geoff...DJ...Double D...Courage...Jack...Morty...Ezekiel...where are you guys?' she gulped as she hiked deeper and deeper in the woods.

Suddenly, the bushes behind her began to shake vigorously. Bridgette froze and stared wide eyed at the said bushes. She was like a deer looking into the headlights of an oncoming car.

After what seemed like an eternity, something finally came out of the bushes. Or rather, someone. And to her dismay, it was a certain red sweater wearing fat kid.

Cartman gasped when he saw the surfer girl standing in front of him. Relieved it wasn't the thing he had to hunt, he took a deep breath and relaxed his body.

"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "For a moment there, I thought you might have been...brr..."

"I thought you might have been the bear," Bridgette replied. "Though now I'm kind of wishing it was."

"Fuck you, hippie, you're more useless and worthless than Bella Swan!"

Bridgette gasped in horror. Cartman had taken it one step too far now. Bridgette may have had her weak moments on the show and a fair number of men have come to her aide. Geoff. Kim. DJ. Even little Courage once. But one thing she was not, nor would ever allow herself to be, was useless.

"...I'll have you know..." she growled, a fierce face now forming on the normally calm face of the surfer girl, "...that if there's anything that I hate, I mean REALLY HATE...it's being called useless..."

"Ooh, I struck a chord in the hippie's head and now she's mad," Cartman grinned evily.

"Someone needs to teach you some manners," the surfer girl retorted as she prepared to charge the fat boy.

"You're really going to fight me?" Cartman laughed. "I think that constitutes as child abuse."

"It'll be so worth it," Bridgette growled, raising her fists. Normally, she wasn't this violent. But given the circumstances, she was more than willing to make an exception.

"Well...I'm waiting," Cartman casually smiled, almost as if he was looking forward to it.

"Not for long you won't...cause here..."

Bridgette was interrupted when something could be heard growling menacingly in the nearby bushes, catching both of the contestant's full attention. Judging from the way the bushes were shaking, it was something big and dangerous.

Instantly, Bridgette's rage subdued and panic began to fill her once again. Her first thought was the bear had found them. She had spent so much time arguing with Cartman that she hadn't had time to put her plan in motion.

Unfortunately for her and Cartman. It wasn't the bear. It was something worse...far worse.

The creature jumped from the bushes and fixed it's attention on the two humans standing in front of it. Cartman and Bridgette both gasped in horror as the creature slowly began to make it's way towards them. It licked it's chomps and snarled viciously as it drew closer and closer to the petrified teenagers.

"I-I-I-I-Is that...you..."

"Uh huh, Oh God, I'm so fucking dead," Cartman answered, now quivering with uncontrollable fear. And who wouldn't when something you had to capture was this horrendously ugly and dangerous to even be in the same vicinity as.

The creature continued to creep it's way towards the terrified campers. As it approached them, it continued to eat at the small object it held in it's hand and drink from another object it had in the other hand. It's almost disfigured face and body was facing directly in the direction of both Bridgette and Cartman. It could sense the complete fear the two had of it and growled with excitement. It knew that this was going to be easy prey to capture.

In pure excitement, the creature stood up on it's hind legs and shrieked these words...

"...Snooki want smoosh smoosh!"


"Well that seems like a nice cliffhanger to leave this episode on," Chris commented as he relaxed on the dock, "Will someone save Cartman?"

"Which camper will be the first to win immunity?"

"And who will be the next camper to ride he boat of losers?"

"Find out next time, on Total Drama Island!"


"This time," Andrew said as he turned on a smaller screen, "We have Frankie to explain her life at Fosters."


(On Screen)

"Hi, I'm Frankie," the young, red-haired woman greeted, "I am actually the Granddaughter of Madame Foster, the founder of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends."

"Over my life here," she continued, "I have spent most of my time working and doing chores for the household. Believe me, when you have to do chores for around two thousand different creatures, you get tired easily."

"So, when Mac showed us the show, a group of us decided to apply. I want to join so I can get away for a while, not to mention hopefully meet a cute boy in the competition. If I win the money, I will use it to hire some one who will be able to take care of the house so I can go off to college. Thanks for sending the tape, and I hope we make it on."


(Back to control room)

"Next time," he said, "we hope to show you Bloo's video. Now let's get to a special celebration block."


"Party!" Owen shouted, as the entire cast of Worlds Collide ran into the main cabin. Music boomed from several loudspeakers. The entire gang began to enjoy many of the snacks that had been placed out for them by the author.

"Man," Geoff said, calmly dipping a donut into his soda, "Can you believe it's been a year already?"

"Yeah," Gwen growled, "And yet the stupid new author can't get off his butt to do more than this short thank you to the viewers for a year of support. I mean, what would happen if a franchise just happened to say that they were tired of trying on a story, and just slapped something together to get reviews?"

"That was the last season of Family Guy," Stan pointed out, causing the rest of the cast to nod.

"So," Jude began, "anyone wanna make a bet when this fic finally gets done, and we move onto season two?"

"I don't think it'll take another year," Morty said, "I mean, he must come up with some new ideas soon."

"Hah," Heather chuckled, as she began to leave, "I bet this guy never gets finished."

And then Heather tripped over a bug.

"Okay everyone!" Andrew shouted, "Get together and say, "Wawanakwa"!"

"Wawanka-AHHHH!"

The shouted as the sprinkler system turned on. In the control room, Chris was laughing as he looked in the large monitor at the group.

"What's up doc?"

Chris turned, and was shocked to see Bugs, who calmly pulled out a frying pan and walloped the arrogant host. As Chris incoherently commented on the pretty birds, the rabbit then turned to the camera, and gave the camera-man a knowing wink.

"Tune in next time for a whole new episode of Total Drama Island!"


AN: Well it has indeed been almost a year since I've started this story. I would like to thank everyone who reads my fics, and who takes time to review them. This chapter was inspired by another Total Drama fic I've read a few years back, though it seems fitting since I have the actual South Park characters this time. I hope you still find this story enjoyable, and are looking forward to the next chapter from me. Until next time, thank you again!