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"Last time on Total Drama Generations! We met our eighteen competitors!" The eighteen campers doing their cast pose was shown. "Teams were formed," A quick cut of the three logos with the six competitors of each team was shown next, "and they duked it out in the first challenge! Some campers showed their badassery," Shawn and Owen exchanged fire with Noah, Izzy and Zoey, and Jasmine took on Lightning and Sky, "And others showed their craftiness," Beardo made noise to draw chef away, and Scott and Jo were shown smirking at an uncomfortable Duncan and Gwen. "Seems like Duncan struck out with Gwen before he even got up to bat…bummer, dude." Duncan looked sad in the Confessional. "Anne Maria tried to get her strategy on, but jumped the gun a little bit when she tried to convince Bridgette to vote off long-term buddy Owen." Bridgette was shown trying to talk to Anne Maria, but the bossy girl kept brushing her off. Smash cut to Anne Maria walking down the Dock of Shame, defeated, "which ended up costing Anne Maria everything, as she was our first loser! Who'll be following her orange footprints today? Find out right here, right now, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

(Cue Rock and Roll Music)

A camera pops out of Lake Wawanakwa. A second appears out of the Tucke Shoppe window, shattering it. In a birds nest a momma bird attempts to puke up worms to her babies, but a third camera comes out instead, startling the baby birds.

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine.

The shot cut to an arial view of the Dock of Shame. It quickly zooms through the campground, where Chris and Chef are playing Rock-Paper-Scissors with each other. Chef wins, and Chris pouts. The camera goes up and up the 1,000ft cliff, then crashes into the water.

You guys are on my mind.

Scott thrashs around under the water, eyes wide and terrified as he looks for sharks. A shadow of a dorsal fin crosses in front of him, and the redneck screams, letting out a cloud of bubbles. The camera goes up to the surface as Scott emerges from the water, his legs pulling a Scooby-Doo as he tries to run on water. He bolts off screen as Jo surfaces, grinning obnoxiously with a fake shark fin strapped on her head. However, a real shark surfaces and taps her on the shoulder. Jo looks startled, but quickly punches the shark in the face. It flies off screen.

You asked me what I wanted to be…

The camera follows the shark as it flew towards shore. In the surf, Bridgette chills on her surfboard and the shark smacks into her, sending her flying into the sand. She struggles to pull her head free as Noah, who is on a beach chair reading, gets covered in sand and sighs.

..and now I think the answer is plain to see,

Now at the waterfall, Beardo is in the river making siren calls as he floats down the current towards the edge. Getting more panicked the closer he gets, he is saved by Jasmine, who was walking nearby. Jasmine begins to scold him while Beardo looks sad.

I wanna be… famous!

Sky is doing some gymnastics on the broken log under the waterfall as Lightning watches on, impressed. When she is finished, he attempts to do the same, but slips and falls off the log. Sky gasps and quickly reaches down, grabbing his wrist just in time. The two share a smile before Lightning's weight becomes too much, and they both tumble off screen.

I wanna live close to the sun.

An angry Gwen exits the Confessional, having just ranted. She notices Duncan nearby and growls at him, storming off. Duncan looks sad and like he wants to go after her, but ultimately doesn't.

Go back your bags, cause I've already won.

In the Mess Hall, Anne Maria sprays her hair at the chef's counter as Chef stirs a big pot of something. Lots of hairspray lands in the pot, turning it a sickly orange color. Chef looks alarmed, but quickly tastes the mixture and shrugs. Rodney, also in the Mess Hall, witnesses this and gags, running for the exit.

Everything to prove, nothing in my way,

Brick is running by the Mess Hall when Rodney bursts out, and the two crash into each other. Since Rodney is so much bigger, Brick gets launched way up into the air.

I'll get there one day.

Brick arcs up into the sky, over all the trees. Shawn is at the top of one, relaxing and eating an apple. He looks surprised as Brick flies over him, but quickly goes back to relaxing. On the tree next to him, Owen has his eyes squinted as he becomes 'The Naturalist' and inches towards an unsuspecting chipmunk.

Cause, I wanna be famous!

Owen is about to reach the chipmunk when the branch breaks, sending the Fatboy plummeting towards the ground. The camera follows him as he smacks against several different branches before finally slamming into the ground. He coughs out a leaf and groans.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na!

Zoey and Izzy stand on opposite ends of the Dock of Shame, doing a traditional martial arts bow to one another. They then sprint at each other and begin exchanging blows for a few seconds before they stop, tired. Breathing heavily, they grin at each other and high five.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna famous!

The camera pans up to the sun. Its sets and the moon rises in its place. The camera pans back down and shows the new Rec Center. It goes inside and all eighteen campers are shown chilling: Rodney, Duncan, Beardo and Scott are crammed on one of the couches, grinning and guffawing. They play a shooter video game while Sammy, Zoey, Gwen and Bridgette cheer them on from a different couch. Noah, resting in a squashy arm chair next to the couches, tries to look disinterested with his book but can't help but smile at the ruckus. Over at the ping pong table, Sky and Lightning are in combat with Shawn and Jasmine in a very scary intense game. At the pool table, Owen smacks the winning ball into a pocket. Brick sighs in defeat and Izzy snaps a pool cue over her knee, annoyed. Her annoyance quickly vanishes though and she hugs Owen. Anne Maria and Jo, who are arguing over VCR tapes, notice and they pause their arguing to roll their eyes.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous!

The camera teleports to the bonfire, which is burning merrily. It zooms out to show all eighteen teens plus Chris and Chef huddled around it, whistling out the final notes of the song.

Whistling notes.

The camera pans out father to show the original Camp Wawanakwa sign.

(Theme Song Ends)

The morning sun began to rise over quaint Camp Wawanakwa. Birds chirped merrily and a little chipmunk sunned itself on a tree branch. Suddenly, heavy nose breathing could be heard from below, and the chipmunk was startled from its relaxation. The chipmunk looked down to see a sweating Owen inching up the trunk towards it, wheezing slightly from the effort.

"The Naturalist bids hello to its brethren," Owen narrated, continuing to scoot up the trunk. His eyes were narrowed and a confident smirk adorned his face. He was comfortable and confident, knowing full well what his bonds with nature's creatures were. "The Naturalist continues to climb closer to the nice chipmunk. The chipmunk is not worried, since it knows the Naturalist only desires its company, not its stored nuts or," he broke off to give a light giggle, "heh, nuts." His tone briefly lost the Naturalist affliction, "man, that's hilarious."

The chipmunk, previously entranced by Owen's smooth tone, was startled back to it's senses by Owen's giggle. It glared down at the boy, who was above five feet below him.

Owen noticed the glare, but didn't seem deterred. "Aw, don't worry little buddy, I just wanna be friends!" He told it. Inch by inch, he scooted closer.

The chipmunk watched him struggle for a few more moments, still glaring, before it pulled out an acorn from behind it's furry back.

Owen noticed the acorn and smiled, "aw, you don't have to share your food with me little guy, breakfast will be soon!" His stomach growled, "actually, now that you mention it, acorns are rather delicious…"

The chipmunk reeled back it's fluffy arm and hurled the acorn at Owen. It nailed him right on the nose. "Ow!" he squawked, "hey, that's not nice!"

The chipmunk hoisted another nut, and Owen gulped.

"The Naturalist understands the chipmunk's innate reaction to protect itself," Owen said, beginning to sweat, "but the Naturalist does hope that the nice chipmunk will not continue to pelt his face with his delicious nuts…" The chipmunk momentarily looked pacified by Owen's tone, but it was broken when Owen let out another giggle, "Delicious nuts…on my face…haha, phrasing, anyone?! Hahaha!"

The chipmunk growled and flung the acorn at Owen. It bonked him on the nose again and he lost his grip on the tree, plummeting all the way to the ground.

"AWGH, I landed on my keys," Owen grunted, body bent in all the wrong places as he lay in a heap on the dirt. Footsteps approached and he looked up to see Noah. "Oh, hey Noah. You're up early."

Noah looked down at the crumpled boy, a little concerned. "Dude, you okay? What were you doing up there?"

"Me? Never better!" Owen said, getting to his feet and twisting his limbs back into their proper places. Each twist was accompanied by a squeal of agony, making Noah wince. However, once Owen was done he looked back to normal. "Say, when's breakfast? I'm hungry."

"I dunno, I was just going to check," Noah replied, and the two began to walk towards the Mess Hall. "I'll ask again, what the heck were you even doing up there?"

"Well, I'm on the same team as Shawn and Jasmine and they're like…so cool," Owen gushed, "so I figure I gotta amp up my Naturalist skills and impress 'em!"

Noah let out a dry chuckle, "seems to be working like a charm so far."

"I'm a little rusty," Owen admitted, "but I'm getting the hang of it!"

"So you guys kicked off Anne Maria last night, huh?" Noah asked, changing the subject, "what happened?"

Owen scratched the back of his head as they approached the Mess Hall. "Well, Anne Maria tried to get Bridgette and Brick to vote me off, but Bridgette felt bad and confessed to us, so we booted Anne Maria in return."

"Huh," Noah looked surprised, "I'm surprised Bridgette backed you up. Happy she did, of course, but surprised." The two entered the Mess Hall. The long building was empty except for Chef, who was frying up eggs in the kitchen.

"Why?" Owen asked as the two walked over to one of the tables and sat down, "Bridgette and I are friends!" He waved to Chef, "Mornin' Chef! Can't wait for breakfast!"

"I'm sure you can't," Chef grumbled, flipping an egg over on his frying pan.

"Yeah, but if you're buddies with Jasmine and Shawn, that means she and Brick are on the outs now that Anne Maria is gone," Noah pointed out, "that's not good for her."

Owen shrugged, "Maybe friendships are more important than strategy to her. Didn't you learn that on the Race, Noah?"

"The Race was different," Noah defended himself, "there was no voting there. This game is a whole other level when it comes to strategy."

"I guess," Owen shrugged, drumming his hands impatiently on the wooden table, "y'know, I could really use some food right now!"

"Shut up!" Chef barked, "It'll be ready when it's ready, Maggot!"

"Why don't you just buy some snacks from the Tuck Shoppe?" Noah asked him. At Owen's sheepish look, the bookworm sighed, "you already spent all your Bux on snacks and ate them last night, didn't you?"

"Maybe," Owen admitted, "but going back to the strategy stuff, I'm just so happy I'm on a great team!" He threw and arm around Noah, "though I wish I could be with my little buddy!"

Noah smiled at him, "Your team is ok. Definitely better than mine."

"Your team is awesome! You've got a bunch of kick-butt players!"

"That's the problem," Noah told him, "I am decidedly not kick-butt, and once we lose who do you think they're going to want to kick off?"

"Yeah, but you're really smart," Owen said confidently, "besides, you've got Izzy to back you up!" His confidence drooped, and he became a little glum, "man…I wish I coulda been on the same team as Izzy…"

Noah noticed his friend's glum look and was a little surprised. "Hey, what ever happened between you and Izzy?"

Owen looked up at him, "we broke up, back in World Tour. Don't you remember? I mean, you were there!"

"I thought Brainzilla broke up with you," Noah corrected, "y'know, basically super-concussed Izzy that probably doesn't even remember it, but is too zany to ever wonder why you and her don't make out anymore? I mean seriously, as if she came up with the formula for time travel, that's just ridiculous." He scowled, "My golden retriever has a better chance of coming up with time travel, I mean she was just a teenager at the time and there's no way that, medically, a concussion could stimulate the brain like that to become an uber-level genius!"

Owen looked a little startled by his friends outburst, "Uh…I dunno really how to respond to that."

Noah sighed, "Sorry, sorry, just a little frustrated." He shook his head to clear it and looked back at his friend, "anyways, if you still have a crush on her, why don't you try and rekindle things?"

Owen tapped his fingers together nervously, "I dunno…my kiwis still have bruises from all the damage she inflicted on them…and I don't think she's even interested in me!"

"You won't know unless you try," Noah said optimistically. Owen seemed to pick up on this strange optimism, and raised a curious eyebrow at him. "What?" Noah said, "you were a good wingman with me and Emma, I figure it's the least I can do to try and return the favor."

Owen grinned happily, "Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Noah!"

"So operation: Crazy Chaser is on?" Noah asked him.

"Yeah!"

The two exchanged a fist bump.

(Confessional: Chef.)

Chef shakes his head. "Man, if I was Tubby, I woulda thanked my lucky stars to get out of that relationship alive! Now, he wants to go back into it?" The cook makes a 'pshaw' sound and shakes his head. "I'll never understand these snot-nosed, obnoxious brats."

(End Confessional: Chef.)

Sammy and Gwen were currently in the girls bathroom, brushing their teeth.

"Thanks again for backing me up yesterday against Scott and Jo," Gwen said through a mouthful of toothpaste, "I really appreciate it."

Sammy smiled at her and spat a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. "No problem!" She told Gwen, tucking the brush back in her mouth and continuing to scrub, she removed it again and spat once more, rinsing her mouth out with water, "what they were doing wasn't cool."

"I'll say," Gwen agreed, "but I'm definitely not surprised. Those two are crafty, and we'll have to watch our backs around them."

"So I take it you want to vote one of them out first if we lose?" Sammy asked, putting her toothbrush back in her toiletry bag. The nice twin looked at herself in the mirror and began to brush her bedhead out.

"Actually, I think I'd like it most if we went for Duncan instead." Gwen admitted, also putting her toothbrush away.

Sammy looked a little surprised. "Is it really that bad between you two?"

"Honestly, no." Gwen told her, "he hasn't done anything yet, but given his track record I can't really trust him and I can't help but feel its just a matter of time. He told me he's fine with being friends but…"

"But you don't believe him?" Sammy asked.

"It's not that I don't believe him, I just dunno if I'm ready to be friends." Gwen shrugged, "I came here to win, and Duncan is just a distraction. I'd feel better if we just kicked him off. Should be easy too, since Scott and Jo are so worried about themselves. They'll jump at the chance to vote someone out if its not their butts on the line."

"Wow, you're so strategic!" Sammy gaped, pausing mid-brush to look at the girl.

Gwen smirked, "what can I say? I'm tired of being known for my romance on this show. I came to play hardball." She reached for a hair-tie on her wrist and put her longer hair into a ponytail.

"Oh, and by the way," Sammy added, finally finished brushing out her blonde locks, "that longer hair looks great on you. You totally rock the messy ponytail."

"Aw, thanks," Gwen smiled, looking flattered. She gave her ponytail a little flick, "I find it's easier when it's not falling into my eyes like it did when it was shorter. I feel older with it too." She looked at Sammy's new clothes. "And I may be biased because I hate preppy stuff, but your new outfit is a major step up from the cheerleader bullcrap."

"Tell me about it," Sammy agreed, plucking at her plain blue t-shirt. "I'm so glad I can be here and compete without Amy here to boss me around."

(Confessional: Sammy.)

"As a long-time shipper of Gwuncan, it kinda sucks to see Gwen so adamant about eliminating Duncan," Sammy sighs, looking a little sad, "but it's nice that she wants to include me in her plans. I've never really had my own friends before except for Jasmine." She puffs out her chest, "so if eliminating Duncan is what she wants, I'll do my best to help her!"

(End Confessional: Sammy.)

Lightning yawned as he woke from his sleep. He looked around the dudes trailer, but the only one in there was Rodney.

"Whassap, dude?" Lightning greeted, getting up from his bed to stretch.

"Mornin'," Rodney told him. The farm boy was currently sat on his bottom bunk, tying the shoelaces of his big farm boots. He stood up, but had to stoop slightly since he was so tall. He didn't want to bump his head on the roof of the trailer.

"Sha-dang, you're even bigger than Lightning," Lightning noted, stretching out his back and looking up at the big farmer. "There ain't a lot of people like that."

"You should see my Pop," Rodney chuckled, "he's another six inches taller than me, eh."

"You must be descended from giants," Lightning said matter-o-factly. "Sha-cool."

Just then, Shawn poked his head into the trailer door, looking at the two other boys.

"Hey, Shawn," Rodney greeted.

"Hey," Shawn said quickly, "I'm here from the Mess Hall, it's time for breakfast and Chris wants everyone present so he can announce the challenge."

Lightning quickly threw on his shirt and sneakers, running past Rodney and Shawn and out towards the Mess Hall. "Say no more, Scruffy Boy! Lightning is on the way!"

Rodney and Shawn exchanged a look, then walked after the exuberant athlete. There was a little bit of awkward silence between the two as they walked, but Rodney decided to try some amicable conversation. "So, Shawn, I know we didn't talk much on Pahkitew Island, but how've you been?"

Shawn gave Rodney a side-eye. "Yeah, we were on different teams. The only thing I know about you is how you were crushing on Jasmine." He turned to give Rodney a pointed look and the two stopped walking. Rodney held up his hands in self defense.

"Don't worry, Shawn," he told him quickly, "I'm over her! I don't get those stupid crushes like I used to!"

Shawn didn't look convinced, and merely pointed both his fingers at his own eyes before flicking them towards Rodney. Without a word, he walked on ahead.

Rodney watched him go and let out a large sigh.

(Confessional: Rodney.)

Rodney looks glum, "man, I really blew it with most of the people from my cast last season. Looks like if I wanna try and make any friends I gotta go with people that weren't on Pahkitew Island."

(End Confessional: Rodney.)

(Confessional: Shawn.)

"Maybe I was a little rude," Shawn says, not looking like he cares very much, "but Jasmine is the best thing to ever happen to me, and if anyone is even a teeny tiny itty bitty schmidgen of a threat, they have to go down!" He smacks his palm into his fist for emphasis. "It's just too bad Rodney's on the other team, so there's not much I can do about it…"

(End Confessional: Shawn.)

The seventeen campers were all in the Mess Hall, chowing down on a decent breakfast of eggs and slightly burnt toast.

"Man, this food is heaven," Scott groaned, his cheeks bulging as he scarfed down his fifth egg.

"Slow down, new Owen," Duncan smirked, poking half-heartedly at the half eaten food on his plate.

"When you grow up the way I did, you learn to take what you can get when you can get it," Scott shot back, unknowingly spraying Beardo in the face with his full mouth. Speckles and spots of egg sprayed onto the beatboxers face, which looked very unamused. Beardo made a sad trombone noise.

"Whoops, sorry Beardo," Scott said, spraying more onto Beardo. "Whoops, my bad, dude," as he continued to speak, more and more food left his mouth and found its new home on Beardo's increasingly obscured face. "Jeez, that's a lot of food on your face, dude," Scott noted, finally spraying the last of what food was left in his mouth onto the beatboxer.

Gwen looked at the soggy, half-chewed eggy mess that was now Beardo's face and pushed her plate away. "And I've officially lost my appetite."

Duncan, meanwhile, found the whole thing very hilarious.

"Real mature, Duncan," Jo snapped, grabbing a napkin and aggressively wiping Beardo's face with it. Beardo grunted and squealed as Jo mashed the napkin into his face and wiped it around viciously, successfully getting all the food out but scratching up his face in the process.

Beardo checked his hair to see if there was any more food in it, but there wasn't. He gave Jo a thumbs up and happy 'ding-ding'.

Jo turned to the dirt farmer, who had shoveled another grotesque amount of food into his mouth, "and you, Old-MacDonald…" she stuffed the napkin into his mouth, making the boy yelp. "Say it, don't spray it!"

Scott gagged and coughed as the napkin got stuck in his mouth. He futilely reached for the napkin to yank it out, but he was losing strength fast. His face slowly turned blue as his teammates looked on, alarmed.

"Someone do something!" Sammy cried, unsure of what to do herself.

Duncan didn't look particularly worried as he stood up and walked to the other side of the table so he was behind Scott. He dragged Scott's chair out and observed him. After another second, he slapped Scott square in the stomach, and Scott's cheeks bulged even further as he tried to puke. The vomit successfully dislodged the napkin from his throat and eggs, the napkin, and vomit all spewed out in a vicious stream. It flashed across the room, a disgusting projectile, and nailed Brick right in the face.

"My eyes!" The cadet bellowed, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around in panic, "it's in my eyes! Help! Help! I can't see!" He began to run around in circles, but tripped over a chair and hit the floor with a yelp.

Scott's chest heaved as his face slowly returned to a normal color. After he had recovered, he glared at Duncan. "Y'know, you could've just done the Heimlich Maneuver!"

Duncan walked back to his seat and sat down, apathetic. "Yeah, but after you were such a jerk to me and Gwen yesterday, I figured you deserved a little payback."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Over at the Oddball table, Bridgette was looking down at Brick, who was curled up on the floor in the fetal position, still covered in barf. "Should…should we help him?"

"M…Mommy," Brick mumbled, trembling.

Owen ran up to the fallen soldier. "Step aside, I got this!" Owen grunted, lifting the boy up and draping him across his shoulders. "We'll get you cleaned up, Sarge!" The Fatboy declared, face stern and tone confident, "to the Lake!" He sprinted out of the Mess Hall and nearly knocked Chris over, who was on his way in.

"Whoa, Owen!" Chris called after the running fatso, "get back here! We've got a challenge to do!" He turned back to look at the others, and noticed the still panting Scott, the alarmed looking Nuclears, and the puddle of barf near the Oddball table. "Uh…what the heck happened here?"

"It's a long story," Zoey said.

"And you probably don't wanna know," Noah added.

"Fine, whatever," Chris shrugged, "anyways, it's time for your next challenge."

"But Owen and Brick aren't back yet," Jasmine pointed out.

Owen was on the Dock of Shame, and held Brick by the ankles. "It's okay, Sarge, I'll getcha clean!" He said, dipping Brick's torso into the lake.

"Owen," Brick spluttered between reemergences, "I'm…pplbplpt…fine…aglblblb…now…ablebae…stop…glarfarkal…it…yarguhdunguh…please!"

"That's not my problem," Chris said sternly, "you'll just have to fill them in on the challenge. Today's challenge is a good ol' fashioned camping trip…with a twist, of course!"

"Ooh, fun!" Izzy clapped her hands, "what kinda twists?!"

Chris held up three maps and tossed one to each Jasmine, Zoey, and Jo. "You each must reach your campsite before sundown. Once there, you will find a list of tasks you must complete. Each task is worth a number of points. Once you reach a certain threshold of points, you may leave and return back here the following morning. If you don't have the required points needed to leave and leave anyways, your team will automatically be disqualified. You also can't return home until sunrise tomorrow. Last team to return here tomorrow has to boot a player."

"Sounds simple enough," Jasmine said skeptically, "what are the twists you were talking about?"

"Those twists will make themselves known once you see your task list at your campsite," Chris said with a malicious chuckle, "Oh ho, ho ho…this is gonna be awesome…" He composed himself and looked out at all the campers. "It's currently 10:30am. You leave at noon, in an hour and a half. The starting line is at the elimination area. Be there, or be square!" With his bit said, he left the Mess Hall.

Shawn stood up. "I'll go fill Brick and Owen in on the challenge."

Bridgette stood also. "I think I'll hit up the Tucke Shoppe and see if there's anything I can grab that could help us on the camping trip."

"Good idea," Jasmine said, "I'll go with you. The more Bux we have, the better."

As the Oddballs dispersed, Beardo eyed them and turned to Jo. "Hey," he said quietly, a little shy, "y'think its worth hitting up the Tuck Shoppe too? I bet there's some stuff we can get that'll make it easier for us to do theses tasks at the campsite."

"Good idea," Jo said, "and at the very least we can bring some snacks so we don't starve if we can't find any food in the wild."

"Well I dunno about you guys," Duncan yawned, "but this hike is probably gonna bite. I'm gonna get a few more Z's before the challenge starts. Come wake me up before we have to leave."

Bridgette and Jasmine were browsing the shelves of the Tucke Shoppe snack aisle.

"Alright," Jasmine looked at the shopping basket draped over her arm, "beef jerky, baked beans, what else do we need?"

"Ooh, let's get marshmallows!" Bridgette said excitedly, heading down the aisle a bit and grabbing a bag of the fluffy white treats.

"Ehh, I dunno if that's really necessary," Jasmine said skeptically, moving past Bridgette to another aisle. She stooped down and grabbed a box of matches and added them to her basket.

"C'mon, it'll be fun to toast marshmallows," Bridgette chided, walking up to the tall girl and depositing the bag into the basket anyways. The door to the Tucke Shoppe opened, and both girls turned to look as Beardo and Jo walked in.

"Alright, Beardo," Jo said in her commanding voice, "go get some food. I'll check to see if they have any tents."

"Uh, there will probably be tents at the campsite," Jasmine pointed out as Beardo jogged over to Bridgette and the food isle.

"Pfft, you're gonna trust Chris to give us a tent? How naive are you?" Jo shot back, browsing the shelves.

"I dunno," Bridgette piped up, "we had a tent when we camped in season one, so I think it's a pretty safe bet."

"Do you?" Jo mocked, causing Bridgette to frown, "well thanks so much for your input, Frenchy McPoleLips!" She continued to look, "argh, doesn't look like there are any tents for sale! What a gip!"

Jasmine walked up to Jo, glaring down at the tough jockette. Jo looked up from the shelf to Jasmine, unimpressed. The Australian stuck a finger in Jo's face. "You better watch your mouth, Jo," she warned, "maybe the people on your season were willing to put up with your bad attitude, but don't think for a second I'll sit here and listen to you insult my teammates."

Jo smacked Jasmine's finger out of her face, "Calling out the fact that Bridgette smooched a pole, four years ago by the way, isn't an insult. It's just a fact. I can't help it if you're all a bunch of crybabies. And get your stinking hand outta my face!"

Jasmine growled down at Jo, who growled right back.

"Uh, Jo!" Beardo said quickly, popping up between the two and startling them both, "got the food, let's…" he mimicked a race car taking off, "get outta here, ok?"

"Fine," Jo crossed her arms before glaring at Jasmine, "but don't think this is over, Khaki Girl!"

Jasmine crossed her arms too, and scoffed. "Khaki Girl? Is that the best you can do, Tracksuit?"

"Shut up!" Jo barked, being dragged to the cash register by Beardo.

"No, you shut up!" Jasmine snapped.

"Both of you shut up!" Beardo whined, approaching the cash register where the skinny white intern with the emo hair was waiting for them. He checked out his items and the two left, Beardo still dragging the glaring Jo by the arm.

"Ugh, that girl is just awful," Jasmine said to Bridgette, still scowling.

Bridgette just smiled as she and Jasmine approached the register. "I'm glad she's not on our team."

"I wish she was," Jasmine told Bridgette, "Then we could vote her off." The two shared a laugh.

The seventeen campers were now lined up at the elimination ceremony where Chris was waiting for them.

"Oddballs, Nuclears, good call on stocking up on some food," Chris said, giving the two teams finger guns. Behind the host, there was a path leading into the forest that the teams had to follow.

It was true, both Jasmine and Jo were carrying a rucksack filled with different supplies for their campsite. From Team Alpha, Zoey looked on and sighed disappointedly. "How come we didn't think of that?"

"No worries," Rodney said, his neck cracking from how fast he turned to look at the clouds. Zoey looked at him, startled by the gross noise. "I can fish and set up some traps. It won't be a feast, but we'll be ok."

"Yeah, we'll be fine," Sky smiled, "besides, I'm used to not getting full meals on this show."

"Speak for yourself!" Owen whined from the other team.

"Yes yes, that's all well and good," Chris smirked, "now, as soon as I fire this pistol," He gestured to a shiny grey pistol in his hand, "you guys can head out. Get ready! Three…two…one…GO!" He fired the pistol into the air, and the seventeen campers took off past Chris down the path into the woods.

"Sha-bam!" Lightning yelled, getting ahead of the group quickly. "Eat Lightning's dust!"

The group continued to run for another couple of minutes, before they came across a three-way fork in the trail.

"Looks like this is where we split up," Brick observed, looking over Jasmine's elbow to see the map. "Which way do we go?"

"Looks like ours is the right path," Jasmine observed, eyes squinted as she looked down at the map. Shawn popped up from her other side and looked at the map too.

"Yeah," he said, "right's the way."

The Oddballs walked down the right path: Jasmine in front, Shawn behind her, Bridgette in the middle with Brick behind her and Owen bringing up the rear.

Zoey looked down at her map. "Alright, we're going center."

"Let's do it!" Izzy cheered, racing down the path ahead of her teammates. Zoey looked up from the map, startled.

"H-hey! Wait up!" Zoey called nervously, running after her.

"No one runs ahead of the Lightning!" Lightning screamed, sprinting after Zoey and Izzy and overtaking them quickly.

"Whoa! Wait up, guys!" Sky called, also running after them.

Rodney and Noah exchanged a look before walking after them.

"Yup, we're the left path," Jo said, putting the map in her pocket. "Alright, let's get moving, guys!"

"There's really no rush," Duncan said as Team Nuclear began to head down the left path. "We can't leave until tomorrow morning anyways, and I bet we'll be able to do whatever stupid challenges Chris has planned for us no problem."

"Yeah, because last time we did this, it was no problem," Gwen rolled her eyes from behind Duncan.

Duncan turned his head to look at her, "Actually, last time it was pretty easy for us, except for the part where Bridgette burned down our tent and we had to sleep in the rain. Other than that, it was a piece of cake."

"Didn't you lose that challenge?" Scott asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Only cause those two idiots Katie and Sadie got lost," Duncan replied easily, turning back to face the front. "Anyways Pasty, its not my fault you had Izzy and Owen doing crazy stuff to lure bears to you. This time, though, we've got it."

"Yeah, we'll see about that when one of our challenges is to ride a bear rodeo-style." Gwen replied.

Duncan chuckled but didn't respond.

"What do you think the challenges are gonna be?" Sammy asked as they walked.

"Probably some stupid camp survival stuff," Jo said, still looking down at the map.

"Yeah, easy-peasy," Scott agreed.

Beardo walked up to keep pace with Jo. "So, how much walking until we get to the campsite?"

"Looks like five or six miles. Probably an hour or two of walking," Jo told him, pulling the map back out to double check.

A sad trombone noise was produced by Beardo.

"What, not a fan of hikes?" Jo laughed, eyeing Beardo's chubby body.

Beardo shook his head.

"Why am I not surprised."

(Confessional: Sammy.)

"Jeeze, there's so much tension on our team," Sammy says nervously, "it makes things really awkward."

(End Confessional: Sammy.)

"Man, I loved when we went camping last time!" Owen cheered as Team Oddball continued to walk down the trail. "It was really the first time I felt accepted by my team."

"Didn't you attract a bear to the campsite?" Bridgette asked, smiling playfully.

"Aw c'mon, my bear mating calls aren't that good," Owen told her, "that was just chance!"

"Well regardless, bears aren't that big of a problem," Jasmine said from the front of the group. "Just climb a tree and bop it on the nose if it starts to go up after you."

Brick looked nervous at this, and he tugged his collar and gulped. "I dunno if punching a bear in the nose is that effective of a solution."

"Worked on a shark," Shawn said, grinning at Jasmine. The two chuckled at the memory as the other three looked on in amazement.

"You punched a shark?!" Bridgette gasped, looking awestruck.

"And it fled?" Brick looked a lot more skeptical than Bridgette.

"Didn't you guys watch Pah-tekky-too Island?" Owen asked them, jogging up to Shawn and Jasmine and grabbing them both in a headlock-hug. "These guys are the most badass survival experts ever!"

"My neck is moist," Jasmine said flatly.

"And, uh, it's Pahkitew," Shawn corrected.

Owen retracted his arms quickly and giggled, "whoops, sorry, my pits are kinda sweaty from all the walking…"

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine scrubs furiously at the back of her neck with a washcloth. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Ewwww!"

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

"I didn't watch Pahkitew Island," Bridgette admits, "I got through the first couple episodes of All-Stars but stopped after that, and never bothered to go back to watch the next season. I heard they were kinda lame."

There's suddenly a noise from outside, and the door to the Confessional is thrown open. Chris sticks his head in angrily, and Bridgette screams in alarm. "Excuse me?" The host snapped, "I didn't quite catch what you said. Care to say it again?"

Bridgette looks awkwardly at the camera, "Uh..."

"I thought so," Chris says, his tone snotty as he exits the Confessional.

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

"Man, Lightning don't understand why we ain't sprinting for the campsite!" Lightning complained, "we gotta be first, y'all!"

"We can't go until tomorrow morning anyways!" Zoey explained for the fifth time. She was starting to get annoyed with Lightning, as the meathead insisted every ten minutes that they should be running towards their goal.

"Yeah, what she said. Besides, I'm perfectly okay with not running." Noah panted, a little tired just from the hike itself.

"C'mon, Noah, it's not that bad!" Izzy hooted, popping out of a nearby bush. The rest of the team took her in, as she looked rather odd. She was covered head to toe in camo paint and had fake blood smears all over her body.

"Uhh, Izzy, why are you covered in paint?" Sky asked the girl, "and…blood?"

"War is a cruel mistress, Sky," Izzy rasped, getting up in the girls face and slinging an arm around her, "I've seen things you wouldn't believe, and believed things you wouldn't see."

"I believe I want to get to our campsite already," Noah whined.

Lightning turned back to look at the tired bookworm, and stopped walking. "You wanna be carried?" He asked him.

Noah raised an eyebrow, "well I'd have to weigh my laziness versus my pride and see which one is heavier." He paused for half a second, "okay, you can carry me."

Lightning bent down and scooped the bookworm up, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Alright team, can we put a little zip in our step? Sha-please?" Lightning asked. Zoey opened her mouth to angrily interrupt, but Lightning saw this and stuck a finger in her face, shushing her. "Lightning knows, Red, it ain't a race right now." He crossed his arms, "but if we get there early, we can bang out all these challenges we gotta do so when the sun comes up tomorrow, we can head out instantly!"

"Yeah, but if we use all our energy to get there, we'll be too tired to do any of our challenges," Zoey pointed out, irritated.

"I dunno," Sky pointed out, "we're all pretty strong and athletic. I think we'll be fine."

"Yeah, as long as Noah hitches a ride on Lightning we got this!" Rodney said confidently.

"Fine by me," Noah shrugged, "as long as I don't have to run."

"Yay running!" Izzy grinned, sprinting off ahead.

(Confessional: Zoey.)

"Ugh," Zoey crosses her arms and looks off to the side, annoyed. "Lightning annoys me! Maybe my past experiences with him is clouding my judgement but he just…rubs me the wrong way." She sighs, "I like giving people second chances, I really do, but man it's hard with him."

(End Confessional: Zoey.)

Most of Team Oddball was sweaty and tired, with Brick and Jasmine being the notable exceptions. "Alright, we're almost there!" Jasmine encouraged as they trudged up a steep cliff.

"How are you not exhausted?" Bridgette panted, looking at the unsweaty Brick.

"Ma'am, hikes like these were a God-send in bootcamp," Brick said, marching dutifully up the hill. "We used to have to do all of our hikes with eighty-pound backpacks."

"Eighty pounds?!" Shawn exclaimed, "what the heck for?"

"To simulate guns and ammunition of we were in actual combat," Brick responded, "you got used to it, and the upside is any other hikes without the extra weight feels like I'm walking on air."

"Jeez, maybe I should enlist in bootcamp," Shawn mused, "might be good to be able to carry a bunch of supplies in the apocalypse..."

"Oh man, Jasmine!" Owen called from the back, "Toss me another granola bar!"

"You've already had four," Jasmine said to him, raising an eyebrow, "and we only got twelve. Each of us are supposed to get two."

"But I'm hungry and tired," Owen whined, "and I can score us some fish when we get to camp...as long as theres water."

Jasmine sighed, "fine," and tossed him a bar from the backpack on her back.

"Nice!" Owen shoved the whole thing, wrapper and all, into his mouth. Brick gave him a weird look, and Owen swallowed it one go. He burped, and the wrapper came back up. He caught it and pocketed the saliva-soaked plastic.

"Ew," Brick noted.

"What? I can't litter!" Owen said, "that wouldn't be very Naturalist of me now, would it?"

"He's got a point," Bridgette smiled.

"Alright, we should be closing in any minute," Jasmine told the rest of them.

"Finally!" Owen cheered.

Sure enough, after a couple more minutes of walking they stumbled across the campsite. It was a little clearing that was otherwise surrounded by woods. There wasn't much in the clearing. A large pile of metal poles and canvas that was clearly a disassembled tent was in the center. Next to it was a ring of stones, a signified area for a fire pit. A new addition was a large wooden board posted into the dirt, similar to that of a notice board at a summer camp.

"What the heck is this?" Shawn asked, approaching the notice board while Jasmine and Brick moved over to the tent.

"Probably the task list," Bridgette said, jamming her hands into her hoodie pockets as she walked up to stand next to him.

The two took a look.

Welcome to your campsite, Oddballs!

Your point objective is 150 points. Here are the tasks you can use to gain points.

Set up the tent: [10 points]

Get a fire going [10 points]

Hunt or forage enough food for the whole team [20 points]

Eat a raw fish [15 points]

Get your whole team to sleep outside the tent while it is set up [10 points]

Have your whole team awake before sunrise [20 points]

[Have a gnarly dance competition [15 points]

Fist fight someone on your team (must be consensual fighting) [20 points]

Eat dirt [10 points]

Wipe your butt using leaves [5 points per person]

Find and taunt a bear [70 points]

Have fun!

-Chris

Shawn and Bridgette exchanged a bewildered look. "Is it just me or do these challenges get a little…strange?" Bridgette asked nervously.

"How do we know when we actually do one of these adequately?" Shawn wondered, "and why does he want us to have a dance competition?!"

As if on cue, a TV burst out from the dirt, spraying soil all over Bridgette and Shawn. As they cleaned themselves off, the TV flickered to life and Chris was shown chilling in the Mess Hall.

"Hey campers," Chris greeted, "you're probably wondering how you know when you've successfully completed a challenge."

"Uh, yeah, we were actually," Shawn smiled.

"Don't bother responding to this, doofus," Chris scolded, "because this is a pre-recorded message!"

Shawn looked embarrassed. "Oh. It is?"

"Yup, it is! Doofus-face," Chris cleared his throat before continuing, "now, you'll know you've completed a task when this TV pops back up and you hear me say 'you've completed a challenge!' That is all." With his part said, the TV retracted back into the ground.

"Well, I guess that answers that," Owen said happily. "Yay camping!"

"What the heck is this list?" Gwen asked, looking down at the noticeboard with visible confusion.

Jo and Sammy looked up from the tent they were poorly assembling. "Why? What's on it?" Jo barked.

"Dance competition, taunt a bear, sleep outside the tent," Gwen rang off, frowning.

"I take back what I said," Duncan said, walking up to Gwen to look at the noticeboard, "this is gonna bite."

Gwen smirked, "wow, the great Duncan admits he was wrong? Color me surprised."

"Someone should take a picture, capture the memory." Duncan joked, bending down to examine the list. "Alright, I guess we should start with the easy stuff, like the tent and the fire."

"We're working on the tent!" Sammy told him, "we should have it up soon."

Duncan pulled out his lighter and flicked it on, "I'll take care of the fire. Someone should help me get some wood, though."

Beardo walked up to the punk and gave him a thumbs up.

Duncan gave him an appraising glance, but eventually shrugged. "Alright, let's get moving then."

"Wow, this list looks so…fun!" Izzy exclaimed, face mashed against the noticeboard as she read it.

"Move it, Crazy Girl," Lightning scoffed, shoving Izzy out of the way so he could look at the noticeboard. "Lightning needs to read!"

Izzy picked herself out of the dirt and glared at Lightning, "I didn't know you could read," she taunted.

"Lightning can read," he retorted, "he could read the pants off your dumb face!"

"Faces don't wear pants, stupid!" Izzy shot back.

"Well you smell!"

"You smell smellier!"

As they growled at each other, Noah got in-between them. "Easy, guys," he drawled, "let's focus on the tasks at hand instead of getting into a fistfight, okay?"

"Actually," Sky said in alarm, "it looks like fist fighting is one of the challenges!"

Noah and Rodney looked shocked, "wait, what?!" They both said.

Izzy cackled slowly as she turned to face one of her teammates. Shadows erupted around her face as she pointed a scraggily finger at her target. "Oh-ho, Izzy has been looking forward to this! Prepare for a battle for the ages! Honor shall be gained and lost, and Izzy will triumphantly drink the blood of her fallen enemy! It is time…IT IS TIME!" She lowered her finger and smirked, "Zoey-san!"

The shot cut to a nervous looking Zoey, when suddenly a pause symbol appeared, and the camera zoomed out to show a camera screen of Zoey. It zoomed out a little more to show Chris sitting in the surveillance tent, observing all the monitors.

"Ooh, looks like Izzy and Zoey are gonna fight!" The host said excitedly, "should be a tough scrap between two of Total Drama's craziest women! What depths will our campers sink to in order to win the challenge? Find out, after the break!"

Yup. Another two parter. This chapter is around 8500 words and we aren't even really in the challenge yet, and there's still a bunch I want to do after the challenge as well, so we're splitting it. I don't want to drop a 15,000-20,000 word chapter because that sucks to read in one go, so two parts it is!

The good news? New chapter SHOULD be up by Tuesday, so you guys won't have that long of a wait. I've already written a little more of the challenge before stopping to edit this and post it, so y'all should be fine.

- Which team is an early favorite of yours?

- Will Zoey and Izzy actually square up? And who would win?

- Who do you think is next to get booted?

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