And with a new "season" comes a new idea for an old project I've been putting on the back-burner for too long. Total Drama and all characters mentioned are respectfully owned by TeleToon. The story is a revamped version of my old short OZZY Unchained. TDAS never happened.


"Chris McLean!" called a guard in the prison that Chris McLean, the disgraced host to the popular reality show Total Drama, had been sent to after the chaos that occurred in the fourth (and final) season.

The depressed host walked up to the bars of his cell. Placing his hands around two of the bars, Chris heaved a heavy sigh as he looked at the guard. "Yes?"

"Good news, big-shot."

"I'm up for bail?" The tone to the host's voice sounded a bit happier.

"No, you bum."

"Oh." Chris went right back to being fully depressed.

"You've got a visitor—said that he's a friend of yours."

"A friend of mine? Other than Chef Hatchet (I think), I didn't think I had a 'friend,' per se."

"Could've fooled me, bud. You want to see him or not, McLean?"

". . . It doesn't matter to me, either way. . . . Sure, I'll talk to him."


After some minutes had passed by, Chris found himself entering an empty room save for a table with two chairs. In one of the chairs, on one end of the table, was a man who looked to be the same age as Chris. The man had his legs propped up on the table while his hands were behind his back, a relaxed smirk on his face.

Recognizing the man, Chris huffed in annoyance.

The man straightened himself up and sat in the chair properly and smiled after hearing the disgraced TV host's huff. "Hey, Chris! My man! How've you been?"

"Don't you 'Chris' me, you jerk!" Chris grumbled before sitting down. "I never thought in a million years I'd never see you again, Don. And I would've died a happy man at that."

Don still wore his smile. "Good to see you too."

The disgraced host rolled his eyes. "What do you want? You hear to gloat?"

"What? Gloat? Pfft! No way! . . . Tempting, but no. Actually, I've come here to see how you're doing."

"Well, considering Wawanakwa Island got infected with radiation, resulting in mutant flora and fauna, as well as my arrest because it was endangering the campers from that last season . . . I guess it could've been worse."

"Ah-ah-ah, you know what they say about famous last words."

"Oh, shut up, Don!"

There was a brief pause between them.

"Listen, Chris old buddy," Don smooth-talked, "I know you're miffed about your . . . current situation. Heck, I would be too if I were in your shoes. Actually, I'm trying to place myself in your shoes, in a matter of speaking."

Chris raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm just saying that being in prison must be inconvenient for a guy so used to hosting a TV show—a season of which taking place all around the world, no less."

"No! Really?" said the disgraced TV host sarcastically. "I never would have thought of that."

". . . Right. Anyway, I'll just cut to the chase. I'm actually here to help."

"Pfft! What, you're gonna pay for my bail?"

Don laughed for about a second. "Of course not—that would be silly. Mostly because I already asked, and you're far from being up for bail."

"Okay, I thought that was going in another direction. But if you can't pay for my bail, . . . how do you plan to help me, Don?"

"Consider it an investment—I want to continue the legacy you left behind in the proverbial realm of 'TV-Land,' while entertaining myself."

"AHA! I knew it! If you're saying what I think you're saying, you just wanna take over my show, my thunder, ALL because you're simply jealous of my fame!"

Don just sat there with a blank yet secretly calculating look for a moment. ". . . Nah! I just think your show is just too awesome that it needs to be continued. Besides, who would you rather have taking over your position: me or Blaineley?"

Chris shuddered and shivered at the thought of Blaineley taking over his precious show. "No! Nein! Net! Ani! No way is that ever gonna happen!"

"Yep-yep-yep, I thought you'd think the same way." Don pulled out a sheet of paper. "You see Chris, the last thing I want to happen is for your show to end for good. The contract you see here states that once you sign the show over to me, I will be host until you are free to go."

After his body stopped shivering, Chris had a blank, almost astonished, look on his face. "Wait. Let me get something straight. If I sign that contract, you'll be the new host."

"That's right."

"And you'll remain the new host until I can get out of here?"

"You bet."

". . . So when I do get out of here, I'll be the host again?"

"Yeah, that's the gist of it. I'd be like a substitute teacher, in a way."

". . . But if I don't sign it, then Total Drama will be no more?"

"I'm pretty sure we established that already. Well, technically the company in charge of running Total Drama. I'll probably just run a 'sister show' under another name or some mumbo-jumbo, but hey, details, am I right?"

Chris rubbed his chin. "Well, considering everything you pointed out . . . But why a sister show with a different name?"

Don shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. I think it's a public image thing or whatever—I mean, you are the face of Total Drama, when you think about it."

The disgraced host smirked. "Guilty as charged." Realizing what he said, his smirk disappeared. "Wait."

Don slid the piece of paper over. "All you have to do is sign on the dotted line. Think about it, Total Drama might be out of commission for a while, but the idea in spirit is still there."

Chris looked at the contract and sighed. "All right, fine. Just give me a pen already."


After the disgraced TV host signed the contract, a cop came over and escorted Chris back to his cell.

As for Don, he still sat at the table before pulling out a cell phone and dialing. ". . . Hey, dude! It's me, Don! Listen, how would you and a couple of your friends like to get an internship at a new show I'm hosting?"


Well that's the end of my story—unfortunately, it's not nearly as comical or even as long as my other story, but hopefully my upcoming Camp Headstrong story will make up for it. Until then, keep up the good writing!