Total Drama Island by forgotmyroidsatthegym
Chapter 1: Not So Happy Campers Part 1
A nice view of a lake is interrupted by a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt and khakis.
Chris: Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris Mclean. Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now! Here's the deal, 22 campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other. Then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward, or watch one of their team member's walk down the dock of shame. Take a ride on the loser boat an leave Total Drama Island, for good.
Chris walks over to the campfire.
Chris: Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow. In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies.
The camera pans over to black flies.
Grizzly bears.
The camera pans over to a scary looking bear.
Disgusting camp food!
The camera pans over to a maggot in a bowl.
Maggot: Hey now.
Chris: And each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now, on... Total Drama Island.
Intro Plays
Chris is shown at the Dock of Shame.
Chris: Welcome back to Total Drama Island. Alright, it's time to meet our first 11 campers. We told them they'd be staying at a five star resort, so if they seem a little TO'ed, that's probably why. Hey, Cameron. What's up?
A short scrawny boy with glasses arrives, carrying a book in hand.
Cameron: Hello, Chris. It is very pleasant meeting you.
Chris: Um, thanks. Zoey, hey.
A smiley redheaded girl arrives, shaking Chris's hand.
Zoey: Hi Chris! It's so nice to meet you!
Chris: Aw, thanks.
A spiky haired individual steps onto the dock.
Mike: Hello, everybody!
Mike catches the eye of Zoey, who blushes. They exchange smiles.
Chris: Hey, Mike!
A gothy individual arrives, scowling at the sight of the camp.
Gwen: Um, this was not on application form. We're staying here?
Chris: Nope, you're staying here. I have a crib with an AC and hot tub, over there.
The camera pans to a five star resort.
Gwen: I am not staying here.
Chris: Well, I hope you can swim because your ride just left.
The camera shows Gwen's boat leaving, with Gwen looking in shock.
Gwen: Jerk!
A tall brawny guy, wearing a blue jersey arrives next.
Lightning: Sha-Lightning is in the house! And I came to win! Are these the other losers that I'll be facing? Piece of cake.
A boyish-looking girl arrives, knocking over Lightning with her duffle bag.
Jo: Can you sha-shutup already?
Lightning: Watch it, boy!
Jo: What did you just ca-
Chris: And our next camper, Heather!
Heather: Ugh, what is this dump? I am NOT staying here.
Jo: Deal with it, drama queen. This isn't supposed to be some five star resort. This is more my style anyways.
Heather: Well, it isn't MY type of style. I'm out of here.
Gwen: Trust me, I've tried.
Heather: This is ridiculous. I'm calling my parents.
Mike and Zoey walk over to her to cheer her up.
Zoey: Don't worry. I'll be your friend! I don't have many either. That's why I came here!
Heather: Um, I do have friends. I'm what they call popular.
Everyone rolls their eyes in unison.
Chris: Anyway, here is the next camper, Duncan.
An angry looking dude with a green mohawk arrives.
Duncan: I don't like surprises.
Chris: Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that. He also told me to give him a holler anytime you want to return to juvie.
Duncan: *sniffs* Alright.
Cameron hides behind Jo.
Jo: What are you doing pencil-neck? Get off of me!
Cameron: Sorry.
A boy even shorter than Cameron with purple hair arrives.
Max: I. Am. EVIL! Mwahahahaha! *coughs*
Chris: Um, yeah, sure. This is.. Max everyone.
Max: You will rue the day you ever met me! Rue it!
Gwen: No kidding.
A smart girl wearing glasses arrives, reading a book.
Scarlett: According to my calculations, I have a 4.5454545455% chance of winning.
Jo: Yeah yeah, we get it, you're smart. Move along, nerdling.
Lightning: Yeah, what he said!
Jo: I'm not a b-
A clumsy boy in a track suit arrives, on water skis.
Chris: Ladies and gentleman, Tyler!
The boy flies into the other camper's luggage, causing a suitcase to launch into the air. It splashes, wetting only Heather.
Heather: Ugh! My shoes!
Tyler: I'm okay!
The other campers grin, besides Heather.
Chris: The next camper is Noah.
Noah: Did you get the memo about my life threatening allergies?
Chris: I'm sure someone did.
Noah: Anyway, is this where we're staying?
Duncan: Nope, it's your mother's house. We're throwing a party.
Noah: Original, did you come up with that yourself?
Duncan grabs Noah by his sweater vest.
Duncan: I can give you a knuckle sandwich? Will that be original enough?
Noah: No thanks. Can you put me down please? Thanks.
Duncan lets go of Noah.
Chris: There is the first 11 campers. Now let's meet the other 11!
The next camper to arrive is a plump looking girl.
Sugar: Howdy, y'all! I'm Sugar! *farts* Excuse me! *giggles*
Gwen: Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, it does.
The next person to arrive is a princess-type girl, wearing a bright pink dress.
Ella: Hello. It is very nice to meet you all!
Jo: Move on, Snow White.
Ella: Oh, I'm sorry if I bothered-
Sugar trips her.
Sugar: *giggles* Sorry, I couldn't help it! *giggles*
Ella: Your apology is forgiven. I would like to sing a song to get to know-
Chris: Moving on, here is Leonard.
A boy wearing a green robe and a fake beard arrives next.
Leonard: Magnificent! I shall cast a spell!
Jo: Great, another early boot. I hope he's not on my team.
Leonard: Meanness, meanness, go away! I shall cast a spell on you, evil boy!
Jo: I AM NOT A-
A rugged man in a military uniform steps onto the dock.
Brick: Hello, cadets. Brick MacArthur reporting for duty!
Brick salutes the other campers.
Heather: Um, this isn't the academy. It's a cruddy summer camp.
Brick: Well, either way, I wish everyone the best of luck in this competition.
The next camper to arrive is a snobby rich girl named Dakota. She is accompanied by her paparazzi.
Dakota: Hey, y'all! Get my good side. Yeah, right there. *camera snaps* Perfect! Um, what is this place? My daddy said that there would be a hot tub! Ugh! I am so outta here.
Jo: Get over it, daddy's girl. It's not like you're gonna be here too long anyway.
Dakota: What's that supposed to mean? I can survive just as long as you, maybe even longer. Hey, get this angle! *snap*
Jo: Yeah, right.
The next camper to arrive is a zombie obsessed guy named Shawn.
Shawn: Great, a camp. The perfect place for zombies to show up!
He curls up into a ball.
Duncan: Don't worry dude. There's no zombies here.
Shawn: I'm not so sure about that, but thanks.
A large woman carrying a duffle bag arrives, with a mean look on her face.
Shawn: Ahhh! A zombie!
Eva: Who you calling a zombie, dork?
She drops her duffle bag on Shawn's toes. He screams in pain.
Jo: What's in that duffle bag of yours, Ironwoman? Dumbbells?
Eva: Yes.
The other campers back away.
A girl with a very large pouf and hoop earrings arrives.
Anne Maria: Y'all better pack ya bags now, cause I came to win. Plus, I'm hot. Just look at me!
Jo: You won't last five minutes at this camp, Jersey Girl!
Anne Maria: Oh, really? We'll see about that, tomboy.
Lightning: Why are you calling him a tomboy? That IS a boy!
Anne Maria: I wouldn't be surprised.
Jo: Oh, that's it!
Jo lunges for Anne Maria, but is held back by Duncan and Lightning.
Lightning: Calm down, dude!
Jo: I will knock that fake tan right off of you!
Anne Maria has a smug look on her face. It is interrupted when a beautiful looking boy arrives.
Chris: Ladies and gentleman, Justin.
Everybody looks in awe as the beautiful boy named Justin arrives, even the boys.
Chris: Just so you know Justin, we chose you based solely on your looks.
Justin: I can live with that.
He gives a charming smile to the camera. The rest of the contestants swoon.
Anne Maria: Hello, hot stuff. I'm available.
Heather: Hey, I want him!
Sugar knock both of them to the ground.
Sugar: He's mine!
Justin: Ladies, ladies. Calm down. You can all get a piece of the Justin.
Sugar faints.
The final camper to arrive is a crazy redheaded girl. She tries to jump off her ride, but her chin lands on the dock and she falls into the water. Zoey rushes over to help her. She shakes herself off, wetting Zoey in the process.
Izzy: I'm okay! Is this a summer camp? That's so cool! I've always wanted to go to one! Anyways, when's lunch?
Lightning: Good question. I'm sha-starving!
Chris: Don't worry guys. After I explain the rules, you'll be going to the mess hall.
Chris leads the other campers to the campground.
Chris: This is where one of you will be voted off every week. If you don't receive a marshmallow, you will have to walk the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Boat of Losers, and you can never return. EVER. Now, let's make teams! If I call your name, stand up. Justin. Anne Maria. Gwen. Heather. Shawn. Brick. Cameron. Noah. Sugar. Ella. And Dakota. You are dubbed the Screaming Gophers!
He tosses Brick their team flag, a picture of a screaming gopher.
Brick salutes Chris.
Chris: Um, yeah. Ok, the rest of you. Mike. Zoey. Duncan. Jo. Lightning. Izzy. Tyler. Scarlett. Max. Eva. And Leonard. You are hereby known as the Killer Bass.
He throws Jo the team flag.
Jo: Nice. We get the wizard. He'll definitely be helpful.
Confessional
Jo: At making us lose! He is definitely the first boot.
End of Confessional
Confessional
Chris: Right. I forgot to mention the confessional. You can spill any drama you want, confess your biggest secrets, or just get something off your chest.
End of Confessional
Confessional
Gwen: Yeah, this camp really sucks.
End of Confessional
Confessional
Max: Everyone will rue the day they ever met me! Just you watch. Mwhahahaha! I really need to work on my evil laugh. *cough*
End of Confessional
Chris: Alright, now that everything's been explained we can get to the cabins.
Chris leads them to the cabins.
Chris: There are four cabins. Two cabins for the Screaming Gophers, and two for the Killer Bass. They will be separated by boys and girls.
The campers sigh in relief.
Chris: Alright, after you get situated, go to the mess hall. It will be time for your first challenge soon.
The campers gasp.
Chris: That's right. Meet me at the mess hall in twenty.
The campers walk into their cabins and get ready.
Jo: Nice, our first challenge. I'm getting bored.
Izzy: I hope it'll be exciting! I'm all for a challenge!
Jo: Me too. You deadbeats better not lose it for us.
Eva: Who're you calling a deadbeat?
Jo: Relax, thunder thighs. I just hope your head is in the game.
Confessional
Zoey: Is it just me, or is that Jo girl really bossy? I hope that's not too mean, sorry!
End of Confessional
End of Confessional
Ella: Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think-
Heather: Can you, like shut up fairy- princess- whatever you are?
Ella: Oh my, I'm so sorry! Would you like me to apologize with a song?
Heather, Sugar, Gwen, Anne Maria, and Dakota in unison: NO!
Confessional
Gwen: Yeah, I still hate this place.
End of Confessional
Anne Maria starts spraying her spray tan, causing an orange cloud to spread through the cabin. The other girls start coughing.
Heather: Ugh!
Gwen: Can you not spray that fake tan around here? We're trying to breath.
Heather: Ugh, I agree with weird goth girl. Go do that somewhere else.
Anne Maria: Sorry, no can do. If you can't deal with it, get out of the kitchen.
Heather: This isn't a kitchen, idiot.
Anne Maria: Oh I know you didn't just-
Her sentence is interrupted by an airhorn sounded by Chris.
Chris: Alright, campers. This is your five minute warning. You'll meet Chef Hatchet for lunch, and then there'll be a surprise.
Chris chuckles deviously.
Dakota: Did he say.. Chef Hatchet.
Sugar: I bet he'll be fun! Let's go y'all!
Confessional
Heather: Ugh, all the girls on this team suck. But.. I have to get in good with some of them. I'm gonna have to form an alliance with someone desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say..
End of Confessional
All the campers are at the mess hall, getting their "food" from Chef Hatchet.
Sugar: Howdy, Chef! How's your day been? *giggles* That food looks scrumptious!
Chef plops an unknown food onto Sugar's plate. She scarfs it down with no hesitation. Chef looks at her in awe.
Heather: Ew, what is this slop? *gags* It doesn't even look like food!
Chef slams the slop onto her plate, making it go everywhere. Some of it lands on Heather's face.
Heather: Um, what I meant to say is that it rocks!
She walks away shuddering.
Camera pans to a full view of the mess hall, where everyone is eating their "food". One pile of slop is squirming around on the floor.
Leonard: Flippity floppity, please change this grossocity!
Heather: For once I agree with that weirdo.
Jo: Suck it up, drama queen. It's not that bad.
Heather: Are you joking?
Camera pans back to the pile of slop squirming around.
Jo: Whatever.
She eats the last bite of her "food." Brick scarfs down the last of his "food" as well.
Brick: Ah, thanks Chef. That food was 10/10.
Chef: I hate suck ups.
Brick frowns.
Chris: Alrighty folks, let's settle down. It's time for your first challenge!
The campers gasp again.
Confessional
Lightning: Pft! It can't be that bad. Sha-Lightning is up for any challenge!
End of Confessional
Camera pans out to a thousand foot mountain with the campers all lined up.
Gwen: I did NOT sign up for this.
End of Chapter