Total Drama: Battle of the Generations

by StayOuttaMyShed

After rebuilding the Jumbo Jet, Chris is ready for another tour around the world, this time with competitors from all three generations! Can Scott earn his team's trust? Will Shawn and Jasmine dominate the competition? And the Drama Brothers are back together? It's an all out battle for supremacy!

2. A Cool Reunion part 2

"Previously on Battle of the Generations," Chris said in a voice over, accompanying relevant clips playing during everything he said. "We brought back eight competitors from all three Total Drama generations to duke it out in an All Stars season for the ages! And even better, also returning was none other than the Jumbo Jet! After breaking up the victims in teams from their respective generations, we dropped them off in Antarctica for their first challenge. They first had to retrieve items out of a huge block of ice by any means necessary. Team Explosive took an early lead thanks to Shawn and Jasmine's leadership, but ultimately some chainsaw craziness from Izzy and homemade flame throwing from Scott put Teams Old School and Radioactive in 1st and 2nd respectively. Can Team Explosive recover on the race to the South Pole? Can Team Old School keep their momentum going? And just who will be the first one I get to kick out of our plane? All of these questions and more, right here right now on TOTAL... DRAMA... BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS!"

*** Opening Credits ***

The scene opened on the teens all gathered around their snowmobiles, arms wrapped around themselves and shivering while Chris and Chef stood nearby.

"Alright gang, you have five minutes to prepare your game plan before the race to the South Pole begins. Get to it!"

Murmuring among teams started up immediately. Harold was eager to take the GPS for Team Old School. "I can be our navigator if no one else wants to do it. I think my time at Navigation Steve's Navigation Camp will really come in handy here. Who wants to be the driver?"

"Oh, oh, I do!" Izzy jumped up and down with her hand raised, a wicked grin spread on her face. "Izzy will get us there lickety split."

"No offense, sugar, we really appreciate you helping us win part one," Leshawna cut in, placing a hand on Izzy's shoulder. "But that ain't happening. Anyone else wanna drive?"

"I can do it," Courtney answered. "Can't be any harder to drive than DJ's tour bus from a few year ago."

"We never did get the deposit back on that thing," DJ trailed off, arms folded and looking down in annoyance.

Beth, meanwhile, was cautiously looking over the cattle prod each of them had been given. "I just want to know what these things are for. Knowing Chris, it can't be good."

While the team went silent to contemplate the use of the tool, some of Team Radioactive's members looked on at Scott hesitantly.

"Come on, I drive grand pappy's truck back home all the time, I can handle this thing no problem," he insisted, noting unconvinced looks from Dakota and B particularly. "I helped us not lose part one, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but we didn't WIN it either," Anne Maria pointed out, clutching her hair spray a bit more protectively. "And don't think that just one good move is gonna make people forget you being sketchy."

"Bickering won't get us anywhere, I'm afraid." Dawn had took it upon herself to retrieve the GPS for the team since their most tech inclined teammate wasn't in a position to give directions. "If it helps quell any doubts, I'll take up navigating. I have as much reason as any of us to mistrust Scott so I'll be sure he's kept on track."

No one seemed to have any opposition, Scott included, so the team began to get into position on the snowmobile. Meanwhile, the final team was figuring out how to make use of their handicap of having two less seats than the others.

"Alright, Shawn and I can share a seat with him sitting on my lap, but we still need two of you to do the same," Jasmine pointed out, looking over the team. "Any takers?"

An awkward silence spread across the squad. Sugar whistled non-nonchalantly while Dave averted his eyes at the thought of having to share space with someone else. Finally, of all people, Amy raised her hand.

"I think I could share a seat with Rodney." She gave him a smile, as sweet as she could manage. "If he's ok with that, at least."

Unsurprisingly, rather than replying with anything actually legible, Rodney responded by babbling nondescript nonsense. His face turned red and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

*** Confessional: Amy ***

"Look, I didn't WANT to have to share a seat with anyone, but it's weirding me out how much tall girl and her gross boyfriend are defending my lame-o sister. I need to start getting people on MY side because, uh hello, Sammey being more popular than me? Not in a million years." She grinned devilishly. "Rodney looked like the easiest to get on my side. He'll be loyal to me before the end of the day."

*** Somewhere in Antarctica ***

The teams had all since gotten into position. Courtney and Scott has taken positions behind the wheel as their team's respective drivers, with Harold and Dawn in the seats next to them as navigators. After the pairing issue had been resolved, Sammy handled driving for her team while Dave manned the GPS. At the back of the vehicle for Team Explosive, Shawn sat on Jasmine's lap while Amy sat on Rodney's. The farm boy's face was still a deep shade of red, while Beardo provided a sputtering engine sound effect despite how the snowmobile hadn't been started up yet.

"Alright kids, simple enough, don't be the last to show up to the South Pole." Holding up his trusty air horn, the sadistic host gave it a mighty blast to signify the start of the next phase. "Begin!"

Courtney, Sammy, and Scott all took off without hesitation. They put the pedal to the metal, leaning forward as they drove as fast as their snow mobiles would take them. It was after about five minutes or so that someone made an observation.

"Sha-why the heck are we still neck and neck with the other teams?" Lightning asked loud enough for all three teams to hear.

Indeed, while there was space between the three vehicles, they were all more or less neck and neck with no sign of anyone pulling ahead of the other. Their vehicles were all going as fast as they could, and it was clear none were more fast than the others.

"Huh. Yeah, that is kinda weird, ain't it?" Trent glanced over at the other teams with a raised eyebrow. "It'll be a pretty boring race if it keeps up like this the whole time."

"Well knowing Chris it can't be that easy," Cody pointed out. He looked down at the cattle prod in his hand, eyes going wide in realization. "Wait a minute, you don't think we're supposed to use these things on THEM do you?"

"We aren't electrocuting anyone," DJ said matter of factly, lowering Cody's prod down. "Besides, that'd give us even more of a boring advantage. That can't be it."

Meanwhile, Team Explosive were also thinking over Lightning's observation, with Sugar breaking the silence. "Well shoot, something's gotta happen to make this more interesting, how far away are we from that pole anyhow?"

Dave squinted as he read the GPS. "The South Pole is at the Amundsen-Scott station and we're currently about... a little under 80 miles away from it."

"So we're in it for the long haul," Shawn confirmed, scanning the icy terrain for anything suspicious. "Something's gotta give soon. Stay on your toes, guy-"

Shawn was cut off by a sudden loud bang coming from behind. Due to the close proximity of everyone, all teams quickly glanced back to see the source of the noise. Sure enough, a helicopter was fast approaching overhead, a familiar grinning host leaning out the window with a stick of dynamite in hand.

"You kids were probably beginning to wonder when things were going to get more interesting," Chris yelled once the helicopter was close enough for the contestants to hear him. "And you're in luck! This is that moment."

Casually, he chucked the stick of dynamite in front of the group. It landed just a bit in front of Team Radioactive's path, causing their snowmobile to swerve out of the way wildly before Scott corrected their path.

"Oh, great," Staci grumbled, wanting to make a quip about her ancestor that invented explosives but being too stressed to do so. "Could this-"

"Don't say it!" Brick pleaded in vain, but it was too late.

"-get any worse?"

*DING DING DING*

"Why yes, Staci, yes it can." Chris laughed, a familiar musical note symbol appearing in the top corner of the screen. "I trust you're all familiar with the singing from World Tour, correct?"

"I thought you said we were only doing them every other episode or so," Dave whined in frustration.

"Right you are." Chris chucked another stick of dynamite down for good measure, nearly hitting Team Old School's vehicle in the process. "Lucky for you guys we're on the second part of a two parter premier! So yeah, you better get to singing with your dodging. Make it something thematic to this icy location, gotta work with what you got am I right?"

There were a collections of groans and murmurs from the group of contestants, B in particular looking especially stressed. With a quick glance, Courtney could tell no one wanted to bite the bullet and start. Of course, that was perfectly fine with her.

"Well, I may as well get us started," she commented, trying to hide the bit of enjoyment she got from doing so.

---

A soft piano melody began to play as the three teams continued swerving away from the dynamite. Courtney had just done one such maneuver while delivering the song's first line. "Gotta keep our cool against the dynamite. No time to cry or scream."

Since his teammate had taken the lead, Trent decided to take the next part. "Can't let it break your concentration, and get blown to smithereens."

"Why did we sign up once again for a game where we could die?" Beth lamented in song form as she covered her ears.

"We could all be back home right now, safe and inside," DJ added, using the cattle prod to cover his head as if it were some sort of shield.

Harold glanced up at the helicopter's position, doing his best to point directions out to the driver since he couldn't currently speak directions. "I guess the money talks, still fame to seek, even if we risk becoming debris."

Leshawna almost chuckled at the accuracy of Harold's observation, before a close by explosion made her go wide eyed. "It's a raw deal, but what did we expect from this show?"

Cody opened his mouth to sing the next line, but Izzy quickly beat him to it. "Guess we reap what we soooooow!"

She grinned at Cody, who sighed as he realized he had been left to start the chorus. "But man this bloooows. This fricken blooooows. Why the heck did we come back for more?"

With the groundwork laid, now the entirety of Team Old School sung together. "Man this bloooows, this fricken bloooows. One wrong turn and we're done for!"

The other two teams were impressed at how well Team Old School had taken the lead in singing, though to their credit many of them had experience from World Tour. Now it was time for one of them to pick up the mantle, and the first volunteer came as a surprise to some.

"We were all aware, this show ain't child's play," Beardo bellowed in a surprisingly pleasant singing voice, those on his team not used to hearing him do anything other than make noises taken back by his outburst.

Sugar, not one to be upstaged, was the first on the team to recover and continue on. "Well now the game goes on, no point cryin' over it anyway."

As the teams continued juggling focus on both the song and avoiding explosions, they were slowly beginning to drift apart in varying directions. Almost as if the dynamite was herding them in which way to go. And by almost, it was definitely doing that. Meanwhile the music grew more upbeat as more instruments joined in.

"Let's hurry and gain more distance," Shawn eventually continued, "This won't be our downfall."

"There's no way for us to foresee," Jasmine added next since her boyfriend had just gone, "What comes next, after all."

Sammy was starting to feel a bit more motivated listening to the singing, avoiding another dynamite blast with ease. "We can do this, won't go kaboom. Done this before, it's nothing new."

Dave, meanwhile, wasn't feeling as confident as another blast made him jump back in fear. "Still, you have to say this is crappy."

"I agree," Rodney chimed in when an explosion caused multiple chunks of ice to fly towards the snowmobile, all pelting the farmer due to his large frame.

"Man this blooooows, this fricken blooooows." Rodney had begun the chorus, but was noticeably having a hard time keeping focus when Amy sung it alongside him. She looked back at him with a sly grin, causing his face to turn a deep red. How he was somehow able to hold his singing given his speech track record in such situations was a mystery. "Because we could still maybe diiiiie."

"Man this bloooows, this fricken bloooows," now sung the entirety of Team Explosive, with varying degrees of enthusiasm. "We don't want to say goodbye."

Now that the other two teams had all gone in one way or another, it was Team Radioactive's turn to step up to the plate. Of note, a nervous looking B was seemingly digging through his coat pocket for something. Meanwhile, Anne Maria was unsurprisingly the first to pipe up. "I demand, we'll see another day."

Her singing voice wasn't the most pleasant, but no one was about to tell her that. Scott seemingly grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly following up. "That's the plan, moro-" before finishing the line he noticed Anne Maria giving him a stink eye, making him quickly clear his throat. "Er, Anne!"

She narrowed her eyes but backed away, Scott chuckling nervously while returning his focus to driving. Meanwhile the music hit its most triumphant tune, while the teams were now all separated quite a bit away thanks to the dynamite herding. Nonetheless, they somehow still all heard each other's singing.

"The ice could break, we'd fall in, and then we'd be drowned," Brick lamented, lifting his arm up dramatically as he sung from the heart.

"Or be sent off an icy cliff down to our burial ground," Dakota added, lifting her arm up in the opposite direction as Brick.

"Sha-just ignore the danger from all these big ol' blasts." Lightning posed behind Brick and Dakota, though he opted for a double arm flex rather than something more fitting.

"This danger's going nowhere. All we can do is go fast!" Staci completed the pose in front of the other three, hunched down with both arms outstretched.

Dawn gave B a quick glance, checking on how he was holding up. He was hunched over, frantically tinkering with something. He held up a finger to signify 'One more second,' so she nodded. Just had to buy him a little more time.

"Still this blooooows, this fricken blooooows," Dawn continued, one of the few competitors relatively undeterred by the scattering dynamite. "It's not time for us to begone."

"Man this bloooows, this fricken blooooows," sung the entirety of Team Radioactive, minus B. Many teammates were giving the silent genius looks of concern as they knew the song was quickly coming to an end. "But it's nothing we can't take on."

"This will not be our doomsday," now sung the entirety of the cast, once again minus B. "Now the game goes ooooooon."

Suddenly, B breathed a sign of relief and held up what he had been tinkering with. It was a small device, shaped like a box and looking like it was made out of scrap. On the back of the device was a small circular speaker, and on the front the keypad that one would have seen on an old flip phone.

B quickly typed away on the keypad, prompting an electronic voice to bellow from the speaker. "NO POINT CRYIN' OVER IT ANYWAY."

---

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out." Chris looked down in befuddlement from the helicopter currently positioned over Team Radioactive. "What the heck was that?"

"B made that device during the plane ride here using the spare parts in the cargo area," Dawn explained, B showing off his invention to his team proudly. "It allows him to produce singing despite not speaking himself."

"Well that's cheating," Chris complained from overhead, eyes narrowed. "It wasn't really him singing then, now was it?"

"Actually, there's nothing in the contract that specifies that the singing MUST be through your own voice," Brick pointed out. "B is still the one producing the singing, he has to type it all into his doohickey and everything. So technically, it is still him creating the music."

Chris held up a finger, but paused before saying anything. He pulled a copy of the contract from his back pocket and gave it a quick scan. Eventually he face palmed, Chef chuckling in the pilot's seat next to him.

"Guess they've got you there, eh McLean?"

The host glared and pouted, crossing his arms in annoyance. "Fine, whatever, I'll allow it.

*** Confessional: B ***

B spun the device on his finger, using his other hand to flash the camera a finger pistol.

*** In Antarctica ***

"So, what, now the big guy can actually talk to us from now on?" Anne Maria asked, reaching to touch B's invention only for the silent genius to tuck it back into his jacket pocket.

"I'm afraid not," Dawn answered. "From what I understand, it's not the most durable piece of technology since it was made from spare junk in the Jumbo Jet. B only intends to use it for the required singing so as to not risk it malfunctioning when he needs it."

"Smart thinking." Staci leaned forward, earning an annoyed look from some teammates. "It reminds me about the time my great great great great uncle Gonzalo invented the speaker. Yah, before him-"

"Not to interrupt or anything," Scott said from the driver seat, looking around. "But uh, is it me or are the other two teams nowhere to be seen?"

Sure enough, the former villain's observation was spot on. From what they could see, there was no sign of the other two teams. Just ice, ice, and more ice as far as the eye could see.

"Weird." Dakota looked behind them, still seeing no other signs of life. "Wonder where everyone went."

As it turned out, the other teams were making the same realization. Or as one such contestant so eloquently put it...

"Where in the Sam Hill did them other buncha losers run off too?" Sugar scanned the frozen tundra, wondering how they had so quickly been separated from the others when they were just all neck and neck. Her teammates were all just gathering their bearings, while Beardo provided the sound of a steam locomotive as their snowmobile powered along.

"I guess we all got separated during that song," Shawn observed, peeking over their ride to make sure it hadn't sustained any damage. "We were all so distracted we just didn't notice that we got split up."

"Chris must have used the dynamite to herd us away from each other," Jasmine added. "Like we said, it would have been boring if we were neck and neck the whole race so they needed to get us away somehow."

Dave peered down at the GPS, frowning as he read the directions. "Yeah, we definitely got sent off course quite a bit. If we want to get to the South Pole as fast as possible we're going to have to go through some pretty rough terrain."

Raising an eyebrow at that comment, Amy smirked and hugged Rodney around the neck. "You'll hold on to me in case things get too bumpy, right Rodney?" she asked in a whisper. The lumbering farm boy babbled his usual gibberish in response. Sugar couldn't help but notice the display, chuckling to herself.

*** Confessional: Sugar ***

"Heh, that Amy's a willy one. She's playing ol' Rodney like he's uncle Billy Bob's banjo." She rubbed her chin in thought. "Maybe it wouldn't be a half bad idea to team up with her later. Too many goodie two shoes on our team, may be good fur the both of us if we stuck together."

*** In Antarctica ***

Meanwhile with Team Old School, Harold looked on at the GPS in annoyance. "GOSH, we're way off course now."

"Relax, sugar, if we're off course that means the other teams are too," Leshawna pointed out, wincing when they drove over a bumpy bit of ice. "We all knew Chris wasn't gonna let this be too easy. Just keep your eye on the GPS, we'll get there."

The nerd nodded at his crush, pointing out the direction for Courtney to continue down. Meanwhile, Izzy dangerously balanced her cattle prod on the tip of her finger, getting a worried look from DJ in the process.

"Izzy, you gotta be careful with that thing," the brickhouse pleaded. "You're gonna get one of us hurt."

"No worries, big guy. Izzy always has everything under control." As if on cue, right after saying as much Izzy fumbled her cattle prod, accidentally turning it on in the process and almost allowing it to come shocking down on Cody's head. Thankfully for the geek, she regained hold of it at the last moment and smiled. "See? No problemo!"

Cody and Trent exchanged an uncertain look, trying to keep the near electrocution out of mind. In front of them Beth had been looking back to observe the scene. When she turned around, she noticed another sign of life quickly approaching the snowmobile. A small adorable seal, spotted like a leopard.

"Aww, look at the little seal," Beth cooed, reaching her hand out to pet the animal as they drove by. However once they were close enough, the seal leaped at her hand, munching down with deceptively sharp teeth. Beth's yell of shock and pain distracted the others long enough for an entire platoon of seals to pop up out of seemingly nowhere, all launching themselves at Team Old School with teeth at the ready. There were varying degrees of distress being expressed by the team, with the exception of Izzy who found the spectacle fun.

"Why are these things so aggressive?" Trent asked, flailing his arm around like a madman to shake off the seal attached.

"Leopard seals are one of the fiercest predators in the continent," Harold explained, ducking in the nick of time to avoid a leaping seal, only for a second seal to latch itself to his head. "I guess these are what we're supposed to use the prods on?"

"We are NOT electrocuting a bunch of cute animals!" DJ was insistent, despite having three different seals attached to his arms. Since he had stood up to make this retort, a fourth seal took the opportunity to latch its teeth to his posterior, prompting the largest scream from the cast yet. To her credit, Courtney was doing the best she could to drive away from the madness, trying to ignore the pain from the two seals biting down on her.

"Hopefully this at least means the other teams are having a hard time with the wildlife too," Cody suggested hopefully, notably covering his crotch for protection as more seals zeroed in on them.

A cut back to Team Radioactive proved that indeed they were having animal troubles of our own. Though in their case rather than seals, they were dealing with being at a full stop while a seemingly endless horde of penguins waddled across the ice in front of them.

"Where is the dang horn on this thing?" Scott asked, pushing down on the wheel in vain despite it producing no sound. "Come on, let's move it along already!"

"Have patience," Dawn suggested, gently stroking the head of a penguin before it walked off happily. "These beautiful creatures are merely trying to reach their destination together. If we disturb them with yelling and honking that would only make them take longer."

Anne Maria tapped her fingers along the side of the snowmobile, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well patience ain't exactly what we got when we're in the middle of a race. Yo, Dakota? Think you could turn all huge and just carry us over the penguins?"

Dakota sheepishly looked away. "Well I'm not really angry right now, so I wouldn't be able to turn into Dakotazoid. But even still, I get kinda out of control when I turn into it, I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt one of the penguins in the process."

Lightning suddenly seemed to be hit with inspiration, jumping from out of his seat. "Sha-forget that noise anyway, Lightning can carry this thing himself. Everybody out and let Lightning do his stuff."

Since there was nothing else they could really do anyway, his teammates went along with it and got off. Lightning rubbed his hands together, reached down, grabbed the snowmobile... then proceeded to huff as he merely lifted one wheel of the device a bit off the ice. He strained as he did his best to get the job done, but he clearly couldn't fully lift the large vehicle on his own.

Eventually, Brick decided to jump into the fray. Getting on the side opposite of Lightning, he lifted at the same time, causing the back half of the vehicle to be lifted successfully. Lightning seemed conflicted, both annoyed and glad to see it up. "Hmph, that only worked because Lightning loosened it up for you."

Brick merely grinned, looking over at his teammates. "A few more hands on deck and we should be able to do this, come on soldiers!"

Scott sighed, but played along by taking a spot at the front of the snowmobile. Anne Maria stood on the opposite side, and with their combined lifting the full vehicle was off the ground. Dakota and B also stepped in to give the lift some extra muscle, making it easier on everyone. Meanwhile Dawn worked to make sure the penguins were waddling around their path, that way none of them were in danger of being hurt. Staci tried her best to assist Dawn, though she didn't really do anything while the moonchild did all the work clearing the critters.

*** Confessional: Lightning ***

"Sha-for the record, Lightning could have carried that hunk of metal himself easy. He just couldn't get a good grip out there because the cold made it all slippery. That's all." He folded his arms and puffed out his chest defiantly, fully convincing himself that what he was saying was true.

*** Somewhere in Antarctica ***

Like the other teams, Team Explosive was having their share of animal problems. In this case, a flock of black-browed albatross had taken to flying around their heads, pecking at their faces. Shawn was eventually able to make them disperse, waving his jacket around at them with calls of "Shoo, shoo," until they finally left.

"You'd think the wildlife wouldn't be so aggressive here," the zombie nut noted, putting his jacket back on and getting a tight embrace from his girlfriend to warm him back up. "Birds like that usually stay near the water where their prey is."

"If I had to guess Chris probably has a hand in making them more feisty," Jasmine suggested. "Or maybe they're mechanical like the ones from back at Pahkitew?"

"Robot or not, they're disgusting," Dave complained from his seat, trying to focus on the GPS' rerouted directions to take his mind off the gross birds. "Now lets see, if we keep right that should eventually get us back on path and it'll be a straight shot to the-" He paused, as a new symbol popped up on the GPS. A red circle showing a monstrous face within. "What the heck?"

"Something wrong?" Sammy asked curiously.

"Some weird symbol just popped up on the GPS. No idea what it means, though."

Immediately on cue to answer the confusion, a loud roar echoed from over the horizon. With a glance down at the device, Dave could confirm that the direction the sound had come from was the same direction as the symbol.

"Right, so, we're gonna want to avoid whatever that is," the germaphobe said in a panicked tone. "Go left."

Sammy nodded and quickly changed directions. But soon after she did so, a new roar echoed from nearby, this one towards the new direction. Many looked over Dave's shoulder as another one of the monster symbols popped up on the GPS... and then another one. And another one. Soon, they were practically surrounded by the symbols, and a chorus and terrible noises circled around Team Explosive.

"That can't be good," Rodney said to voice the obvious as the team looked around in concern and fear.

Elsewhere, Anne Maria raised an eyebrow and looked back. Her team had since successfully carried their snowmobile past the horde of penguins and were back on track to driving to their destination. However, the distant sound of a roar concerned her. "Hey, did any of you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Dakota asked, though before the Jersey girl could answer they were interrupted by the team's navigator.

"That's strange, something on the GPS just popped up." Dawn's observation got her team's attention, the driver included.

"Wadda ya mean popped up?" Scott asked curiously. "This something I should be avoiding?"

One of the loud monstrous roars echoed from ahead, startling most of Team Radioactive. Brick in particular shook like a leaf as he peered from behind the seat in front of him cautiously.

"I'm gonna say that's a yes." The cadet peered over at Dawn. "What's the best way for us to go to avoid that thing?"

Suddenly a white furry paw came crashing down on the snowmobile, stopping it dead in its tracks. Multiple figures then quickly surrounded the vehicle. The GPS was now beeping rapidly to signify the snowmobile was surrounded, though it was obviously too late.

One of the beasts roared, finally giving a good look at them. They were big ape like creatures, bearing a striking resemblance to Sasquatchanakwa. Though they had white fur rather than the usual purple. When the camera pulled back it showed that this particular beast wasn't roaring at Team Explosive, but instead Team Old School who were all screaming in fear. Courtney did her best to maneuver around the imposing beast, but more of them seemed to be popping up left and right.

"Man, those yetis sure are angry," Chris said from the safety of the helicopter while observing the carnage below. "Wouldn't want to be those kids right now."

"Aren't those things just pissed because you imported them from their home in Siberia?" Chef shot back while piloting the helicopter, not seeing the annoyed glare Chris gave in response. "And why are there so dang many of them anyway?"

The host shrugged innocently. "What can I say, things must get boring when you live in an icy wasteland. Guess they have the rabbit mentality of what to do to pass the time."

Back with Team Old School, it was becoming harder and harder to avoid the wrath of the yetis. For the time being, Courtney had given up trying to listen to any of Harold's directions since the current objective was simply to survive. Her driving proved competent, but they were up against a significant number.

As the rest of the team went through varying degrees of panic, baring Izzy who seemed to be living for this insanity, Cody was suddenly hit with a realization. "Ok, so THIS is definitely what those cattle prods are going to come in handy for." He glanced at DJ, who had just cowered away from the paw swipe of a yeti. "Do you have anything against us using them on these things too?"

"I mean, I'd definitely prefer NOT to," the brickhouse answered, yelping as another yeti roared as they drove by. "But I care more about us not dying right now, so I got no objections."

Since no one else on the team was opposed to using their part one advantage, everyone other than Courtney wielded their cattle prods and swung back at the aggressive beasts. Leshawna was the first to land a successful blow, shocking one of the yetis in the gut and making it keel over in the process. Trent landed a blow on another's leg, causing the furry beast to trip in pain. Beth very nearly hit one of the males in the groin, which was enough to make it guard itself and jump back from fear alone.

"It's working!" Trent grinned as he fended back yet another approaching yeti with a well placed bop on the head. "They can't touch us as long as we have these!"

No one seemed to be having more fun with their fight against the yetis than Izzy, who had been wailing her prod around like a madwoman. Seeing another one of the creatures approaching from her side of the snowmobile, she grinned and positioned her weapon like a baseball bat. "Izzy's going for style points on this one! Baaaaaatter up!"

Izzy swung with all her might as if she were going for a homerun and the yeti was a particularly large and furry ball. However, the beast thought quickly and ducked out of the way midswing. Then in what felt like the blink of an eye it chomped down on the shaft of the prod, breaking it into pieces.

*** Confessional: Izzy ***

"Alright, did NOT see that one coming," she said with a rare somewhat serious and surprised look. This then quickly reverted back to her usual smiling self. "Maybe I should have gone for something like a golf swing instead? Oh, no no, I could have used it like a cricket bat! Next time, Izzy, next time."

*** Somewhere in Antarctica ***

The remaining members of Team Old School were taken by surprise seeing Izzy's cattle prod be demolished like it was nothing. Unfortunately for them, the quick distraction was all the other yetis needed to make their move. One by one, they all targeted the other member's weapons. Some merely had to yank it from their hand, like with Harold and Beth. Others also resorted to the biting the shaft tactic for those with a tighter grip like Leshawna. Once it was said and done, all seven of the non drivers had lost their cattle prods one way or another.

"Ok, so uh... now what?" Cody asked when he was the last to have his prod disposed of.

All eyes turned to Courtney, who looked back and steeled herself. "We get the heck out of here as quick as possible."

With another rev of the snowmobile, Courtney kept as focused as she could while continuing to swerve around the aggressive yetis. Their line of defense was gone, but they seemed to be leaving the area where the yetis were running rampant. The same couldn't be said for Team Explosive, who were having a hell of a time trying to avoid the yeti onslaught. Being a less experienced driver than someone like Courtney, Sammy wasn't maneuvering the vehicle with as much calm finesse. Her steering made the others sway wildly from side to side, and the navigator wasn't much help since Dave had essentially turned into a cowering ball of panic that was guarding his face with one hand and keeping himself from falling out of the vehicle with the other.

Beardo had taken to providing a panicked mayday alarm sound effect, while Amy glared at her sister from the back. "Sparemey, are you TRYING to get us killed? I always knew you were a bad driver, but this really takes the cake."

"This is SO not the time for this, Amy," her twin spat back, keeping her eyes on the lack of road and trying her best to keep composed. Which is to say, she wasn't very composed at all.

Meanwhile, Shawn and Jasmine had taken it upon themselves to do their best to protect the snowmobile. Jasmine's long limbs made it possible to push and shove the beasts out of the way from a somewhat safe distance, while Shawn was using more unconventional means like tossing sand he had in one pocket for some reason right into a yeti's eyes. They were fending them off well enough, but between the erratic driving and the yeti's sizable numbers, it was clear that they'd eventually be overwhelmed.

"Darn it, if only we had won those cattle prods," the zombie nut lamented, chopping one of the yetis in the neck at the last minute before it came chomping down on Rodney. "We gotta find a way to get them off our tail for good."

Rubbing her chin in thought, Sugar was suddenly hit with an idea. "I might be able to cook up enough gas to get them varmints away from us polecat style!" She jutted her butt towards the oncoming yetis to prove her point, though for now she held her fire.

"Ew, and knock all of us out in the process?" Dave looked back in sheer disgust. "No way!"

"Actually, it's not the worst idea," Jasmine admitted, though the look on her face made it seem that she didn't enjoy saying as much. "If it works for skunks, it may just be the way to get these things off our tail."

"You're actually humoring this?"

While a debate began breaking out over the validity of Sugar's fart plan, another contestant took notice of the now more rapidly approaching yetis. With people distracted by the argument, they were going to close in fast. Action had to be taken, even if they were scared. Taking a deep breath, they ducked down and covered their mouth.

Suddenly, a loud and horrific screech echoed around the group. The yetis screeched to a halt, looking around in confusion at the sound. When it happened again, it was more identifiable to the others as the sound Godzilla's roar made. Though to the yetis it actually sounded like some other large predator was approaching from out of nowhere. This was made even more realistic when what sounded like giant footsteps echoed around them, mixed with the roars. Looking panicked, one last roar sent the yetis running as far away from the noises as they could get.

When it was all said and done, the yetis were cleared out, and Team Explosive looked on at Beardo who had only just stopped the noises once the coast was clear.

"Whoa..." Rodney whispered, surprise in his tone visible.

"Dude." Shawn grinned, patting Beardo on the back. "That was awesome!"

"Way to think on your feet, mate," Jasmine agreed with a nod. "That really got us out of a jam there."

The team all murmured agreeing sentiments, even Sugar despite her being disappointed that her unique method was no longer needed. Beardo, meanwhile, went from looking nervous at how his team would react to shock at the praise.

*** Confessional: Beardo ***

"I... actually contributed," he whispered in his first non singing line of the season, looking at the camera with that same shocked expression. That shock quickly turned to glee as he pumped his arm and made a cha ching cash register sound effect for emphasis. "Heck yeah! First step to turning things around for me this season. Next step... actually having a conversation with one of these guys without the sound effects."

*** Somewhere in Antarctica ***

Team Radioactive were giving a mix of screams and cries as the yeti horde honed in on them. Everyone was doing the best they could to break through, be it through muscle like with Lightning, or be it spraying them in the eyes with hairspray like Anne Maria. However, the efforts weren't enough, and Scott wasn't able to budge the snowmobile since the mass of hair and teeth had effectively brought them to a halt.

"Can't you talk to these things or something?" Scott asked desperately, looking over at Dawn with wide eyes. "These things count as animals, don't they?"

"I can try," the mystic responded, trying her best to stay calm in the increasingly frightening situation. "I sense that they're angry due to being forced far away from their home, so perhaps reasoning with them based on that will help."

One of the yetis was holding the front of the snowmobile, ensuring that the contestants could go nowhere. Dawn leaned forward, talking in a soothing tone. "Excuse me, Mr. Yeti? We're very sorry that awful man has taken you so far away from your home. I'm sure they'll have to return you all as soon as this challenge is over. If you could please let us go, we'll try to have it finished as soon as possible."

The creature titled his head, surprised by the girl's calming voice and pleasant smile. It seemed like it was beginning to smile in understanding... only to growl twice as loud in Dawn's face, shocking her back into her seat before it could bite her.

"It was a valiant effort, soldier," Brick offered, Dawn still reeling from the yeti not even flinching at her kindness. "Though that being said, looks like we're dead."

Indeed, the yetis had caused such a blockade that everyone had to bunch together to avoid being mauled.

"This is so unfair, I can't die yet." Staci sobbed as she hung to B's arm from desperate fear. "I was going to become a cook, just like my great great great great-"

As B's expression turned from one worried about the yetis to one annoyed at Staci, Lightning's hand covered the liar's mouth. "The Lightning is NOT in the mood to hear chatty girls blabbing right now."

Seemingly in slow motion, one of the yetis began reaching for Anne Maria. Dakota watched next to her, shaking from the panic. Was this really it? It would all end by being mauled to death on some stupid TV show in the middle of Antarctica? But then she realized something. If she ended up mauled, how sad would her daddy be? The rest of her family? How sad would Sam be? And it would all be Chris' fault too. Thinking this over, her fear turned to annoyance. And the annoyance turned to anger. And with the anger began a transformation.

"You... guys... need... to... back... OFF!"

Suddenly, the dogpile of yetis was sent scattering away, many being knocked a good distance and suffering from unfortunate landing positions. When the pile was cleared, out emerged a new hulking figure. Dakota had increased in size significantly, and spikes jutted out from her shoulders and elbows. Her skin turned into a dark orange while her hair became a radioactive waste-like green. Heck, even a tail had sprouted. She had gone full Dakotazoid, though her jumpsuit lived up to its purpose and still fit her perfectly with no rips.

The yetis were understandably dumbfounded at the sudden emergence of a new foe. Unfortunately for them, Dakotazoid wasn't waiting around for them to better understand. She grabbed the nearest beast by the feet and tossed him into a group of others, knocking them down like bowling pins. She punched, kicked, slashed, and threw her way out of the chaos, until eventually a single cowering yeti was left standing. Desperately inching away as Dakotazoid approached, he flinched when she got in his face, but opened an eye when nothing happened.

"Boo." The mutant grinned as the final yeti screamed and ran away in fear. Team Radioactive erupted into cheers and praises for Dakotazoid saving the day. The overwhelming positivity was enough to bring Dakota out of her angry state and shrink back down to normal size.

Eventually she had reverted to the relatively normal state she entered the season as, with Anne Maria being the first to congratulate her. "Dang, you really showed those fuzzballs what's what."

"Oh it was nothing," Dakota replied, blushing at the praise. "I'm kind of embarrassed you guys had to see me become Dakotazoid so seen, honestly."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, we'd have been yeti food without your help." Brick saluted his teammate. "I'm sure we all appreciate the assistance."

As it turned out, Dawn was the only team member that didn't seem entirely stoked by what had happened. She glanced over at Scott, who had been caught up on the commending Dakota train. "Shouldn't we be getting back to driving?"

Scott shook himself back into the game and fired up the snowmobile once again.

*** Confessional: Dawn ***

"I don't entirely agree with Dakota's methods of getting us to safety. Of course, we did need out of the situation, but did she have to be so violent towards those creatures? Then again, one of them nearly bit my head off so I suppose it couldn't be helped."

*** Near the South Pole ***

Team Radioactive continued their pursuit to the end, Dawn doing her best to guide Scott on the fastest route. Soon they found themselves going up a particularly tall ice cap, where the South Pole was supposed to be on the other side. The farmer was grinning in determination as he drove, only to have his concentration broke when he heard a certain voice.

"Oh great, what are THEY doing here too?"

Scott looked to his left to see the voice's source. Courtney, driving the snowmobile for her own team, now neck and neck with them.

"Looks like somehow we've all met back up again."

Both teams looked to the right, the new voice coming from Sammy who now had Team Explosive's snowmobile neck and neck with the others as well. All three teams reached the top of the ice cap, and below they could see Chris standing next to a metal pole. A sign behind it even listed "Geographic South Pole," to confirm this was their finish line. On both sides of the pole were a marker where one of their team flags could be planted.

"Wow, hey, all three teams are in the final stretch at the same time! What are the odds?" Chris laughed, his voice being heard by everyone thanks to his megaphone. "This should be easy enough, first two team flags that get planted next to the South Pole means those teams are safe. The team that comes up short is sending someone packing. First team to do it gets first class, so lets see some hustle, people!"

The three teams all looked from the competition to the pole. It was anyone's game now, with no time to lose. Revving up his snowmobile, Scott took the early lead with Courtney and Sammy hot on his tail.

"Ha, see you guys at the finish line!"

Unfortunately for Scott, his taunting would be his undoing. Courtney grit her teeth, now aiming for Team Radioactive's snowmobile rather than the straight shot to the end. She rammed into the back of their vehicle, shocking the enemy team.

"Sha-watch where you're driving!" Lightning shook a fist at Team Old School, only for Courtney to ram into them again. She eventually found herself next to Team Radioactive, and proceeded to swerve into them, sending them both off course.

"What in tarnation are they doing?" Sugar asked, puzzled as Team Explosive looked on at the other two teams going away from the path to the pole.

"Whatever it is, it's good news for us," Shawn answered, pointing ahead to the south pole. "Everyone lean forward!"

The team did as he had instructed. Since they had some of the heaviest members of the cast on the team, it helped propel them forward all the more quick. Thanks to the other two teams being distracted, they reached the bottom of the ice cap and made it to the south pole with relative ease. They all jumped off the snowmobile, and Rodney retrieved their team flag from the back. He planted Team Explosive's flag proudly into one of the markers, getting cheers from everyone.

"And Team Explosive cruises into a win," Chris announced, cheers continuing among the victors. Beardo even did a perfect recreation of the Final Fantasy victory jingle once he realized he wouldn't be first one out again. "Congrats, guys, first class is yours."

Meanwhile, Teams Old School and Radioactive were still swerving wildly all over the place, with Scott and Courtney butting heads as neither was able to get away from the other. The rest of their teams all looked on with wide eyes, unable to do much to stop the scuffle.

"Team Explosive won the challenge, guys," Chris announced via megaphone, getting everyone's attention. "Now it's a race for not last!"

Courtney had finally been shaken from her rage at the announcement. Grunting in frustration, she glared over at Scott. "We are NOT losing to him!"

Then it hit her. Looking down next to her, she saw something she had forgot about. Her cattle prod. Since she was driving, she didn't use hers during the yeti attacks. Everyone else had their's destroyed, but her's was still intact. With one hand on the wheel, she grabbed it with the other and grinned devilishly.

"Lean back, Harold," she warned. "I'm going to get us to safety."

A bit confused, Harold looked over at the other team, then at Courtney's cattle prod. He went wide eyed, gasping in realization. "You're not really going to use that on him, are you?"

"I said lean back!" Momentarily letting go of the wheel, Courtney used one arm to push Harold back into his seat. Then with the other, she used pinpoint precision to jab Scott in the side with her cattle prod. As expected, the sudden jolt of electricity caused the dirt farmer pain and made him wildly spin out his team's snowmobile. Courtney's teammates were shocked, but there wasn't any arguing to be done as she was finally able to let them pull ahead.

Eventually they made it to the south pole, with DJ doing the honors of planting their flag in the other marker. Chris blew his air horn, signaling the end of the challenge. "And with that, Team Old School secures their safety. No first class, but they won't be sending someone home today. Unfortunately for Team Radioactive, the same can't be said for them."

Nearby, Team Radioactive groaned. Both from the loss, but also recovering from the dizziness caused by the spin out. Scott in particularly was looking rough after suffering the blow from the cattle prod.

*** Confessional: Courtney ***

The former CIT looked on at the camera, with what looked like remorse in her eyes. "Do I feel bad for being the one to cost Scott and his team the win, probably sending him packing in the process?" There was a short pause, only for the seemingly remorseful look to turn into one of indifference. She shrugged innocently. "Eh, not really."

*** On the Jumbo Jet ***

The teams had finally returned to the less chilly climate of the jet. Team Old School took their place in economy class, regrouping after avoiding elimination but also failing to win. Much of Team Explosive went straight for their well earned first class experience, though Shawn, Jasmine, and Sammy chose to do one of Shawn's zombie checks in the cargo area. Had they not lost Dawn, B, and Brick would have joined them, but for now everyone on Team Radioactive had gathered in the dining area. Unsurprisingly, a lot of nasty looks were being sent Scott's way.

"Ok, I know what happened out there looked bad, but it wasn't my fault!" Scott pleaded with his teammates, knowing fully well he was being sized up for the chopping block. "Courtney was the one who started that, I had nothing to do with it!"

"Maybe she wouldn't had done it if you hadn't opened your yap and gloated," Anne Maria pointed out, glaring at the devious former villain.

"And even if you couldn't help it, if that's how Courtney is going to keep reacting with you around it makes you a liability," Dakota added, arms crossed. "It's not like we can really trust you after season 4 anyway."

"That was years ago," Scott yelled, flabbergasted. "I've changed! Did I not help us almost win part 1? Didn't I do a perfectly fine job driving us to the end before Courtney went crazy on us?"

"And just who do you think should go home if it ain't you, hm?" Anne Maria challenged, eyebrow raised. It was then that a gurgle was heard from Staci's stomach. She blushed and smiled innocently.

"Whoops, I'll be right back!" She ran off, heading for the toilet. "When I get back I'll let you know about my great great aunt Harper that invented the toilet!"

Once the compulsive liar had left the room and was out of earshot, Scott motioned his arms the way she had went. "Well, her. She didn't do anything to help today and hasn't really done anything but annoy us with her lies. Unlike me, she really HASN'T changed since our first season.

Dakota rolled her eyes, beginning to storm off. "Convenient that you waited to throw her under the bus AFTER she left the room. Somehow I doubt that you've really changed at all."

Anne Maria followed after her, a similar disgusted expression in her eyes. The others began to follow before Scott ran in front and stopped them.

"Come on guys, have a heart!" He looked at all of them pleadingly, cupping his hands in a begging motion. "Do you not believe in second chances and junk? I busted my butt out there to be a 'team player' today, the least you guys could do is give me a chance."

Dawn and B exchanged a look of uncertainty. Brick rubbed the back of his head, looking on awkwardly in thought. Lightning just crossed his arms, unimpressed with the whole thing. Eventually an announcement came from over the intercom, courtesy of Chris.

"Voting time, Team Radioactive! Make your way to the confessional one at a time and stamp the passport of who you want gone, then report to the elimination area. Time for our first elimination of the season!"

*** In the Elimination Area ***

The eight members of Team Radioactive shuffled into the bleachers of the elimination area. Chris stood at his podium, holding a plate of seven peanut filled barf bags. Chef stood nearby, holding a parachute that would inevitably go to the loser.

"The results of the vote are in," Chris declared, holding up the eight stamped passports while not yet revealing their results within. "When I call you name, you're safe and you get a nice barfy symbol of immunity." He held up one of the barf bags to prove the point. "So with that all said, the first one safe is Dakota since she pretty much saved you all from being maimed."

Dakota smiled, gladly catching her barf bag of immunity.

"Lightning and Brick, you guys are obviously safe since your muscle came in handy. Dawn is safe since her animal talking helped out with some penguins."

The three all caught their respective bags with varying degrees of gratitude and confidence.

"B's ingenuity against the singing handicap nets him safety. Aaaand, Anne Maria did some useful things with that hair spray, so she's in the clear," Chris finished, tossing the penultimate barf bags to the silent genius and Jersey girl. He merely accepted it with a glad nod, while she had a smug smirk while glancing down at Scott. Scott was wide eyed and shaking, not confident in his chances of stay. Staci didn't look much better since she was well aware this was her fate the last time she had played the game.

"Scott, you're here because your team doesn't know if they can trust you. Also your baggage with Courtney is already starting to bite you in the butt." The host chuckled, relishing in the farmer's distress. "Staci, you're here because you're still as annoying and chatty as you were last time."

The bottom two exchanged nervous looks, then stared on at the final peanut filled barf bag in Chris' hand.

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At first Scott gasped, not reacting as the peanut bag hit him in the face and fell to the floor. But after the realization hit, he took a big sigh of relief, wiping the sweat away from his forehead. Anne Maria and Dakota looked especially annoyed at the outcome, while Staci just frowned in disappointment.

"Aw man, first one out again?" Staci hung her head in shame, accepting the parachute as Chef pushed it into her arms. "Well, guess it's the drop of shame for me."

"Kinda, but not quite." Chris grinned, leading Staci over to the now open hatch. "It's a new season after all, we have to shake up the elimination method somehow!"

"How do you shake up falling out of a-" Staci was cut off as an over-sized boot came swinging down from the ceiling, hitting her straight in the face. The blow hit her out of the hatch, sending her outside as her scream echoed.

"Glad you asked! We call it the Boot of Shame, ya never know when it'll kick you out once you're eliminated, ya just know it's coming." Chris looked back at the remaining members of Team Radioactive, all of whom seemed less than impressed. "What? There's only so much you can do to shake up being pushed out of a plane. Now get outta here before one of you join Staci."

As the team filed out, outside of the plane Staci clung to the wing in an all too familiar sight despite having her parachute on. "I changed my mind, I don't wanna go home yet! I gotta stay in the game, otherwise it would disappoint my great great-"

Once again Staci was interrupted when the wing of the plane momentarily became electrified. The sudden shock made her release her grip, causing her to plummet to the ground below. Chris watched this all from the plane, smiling as he watched Staci fall.

"Yeah, we are NOT having another Ezekiel situation this season. We came prepared this time." He laughed in satisfaction, giving the camera his trademark grin. "And with that, we have our first elimination! Can Scott win the trust of his teammates? Can him and Courtney sort out this dirty laundry of their's? Will Shawn ever actually find a zombie in the cargo hold? And who will be the next to taste the Boot of Shame? At least one of these questions answered right here, next time on TOTAL... DRAMA... BATTLE OF THE GENERATIONS!"

Voting Confessionals:

Anne Maria stamped Scott's passport with no hesitation. "Is chatterbox kind of annoying? Yeah, but she ain't no sleazeball like Scotty boy. I can't trust that guy as far as I can throw him, so he can take a hike for all I care.

B hovered his stamp right above Scott's passport. He grit his teeth, his arm shaking as he nearly made the vote. Eventually he sighed, turning to instead stamp Staci's passport. He then held up Scott's passport and used two fingers to point to his eyes then the camera in an 'I'm watching you' motion.

"I've always been a strong believer in second chances, and if I'm being honest Scott was a stand up teammate in this challenge. If he really has turned over a new leaf, then I support him entirely." Brick stamped Staci's passport. "Sorry soldier, it's nothing personal."

Dakota frowned as she stamped Scott's passport. "They should have brought back Sam instead of you. I'm not going to let myself get angry over it, since that would be kinda bad for the plane, but seriously. Who asked for more Scott?"

"I'm just as surprised as anyone that I'm actually saying this, but... I do want to give Scott a chance to prove he's redeemed himself. I sense a genuine change in his aura from the last time we met. Granted, there's still plenty of negative aspects to it that I sense, but the change is definitely there." Dawn stamped Staci's passport without even looking at it. "I sense nothing but pain for Staci if she were to stay in the game, so this is for the best anyway."

Lightning tossed the stamp in the air and caught it in a cool gesture. "Lightning don't care about all this 'another chance' crap, he just cares who's a better teammate. Smelly boy did just fine today, blabby girl did nothing." He stamped Staci's passport a few times. "Some of these chumps are mad that Scott eliminated them back in season 4, but you know who he didn't eliminate? Sha-Lightning!"

"Look, this isn't anything personal or something like that, eliminating Staci is just my best bet for staying in the game." Scott stamped Staci's passport. "Let's just hope these guys aren't THAT serious about holding a grudge. Like seriously, that season was ages ago, haven't I paid for it enough already?"

"I don't really like Scott and Anne Maria told me we needed to vote him out so I'm all for it." Staci stamped Scott's passport happily, then looked over the stamp curiously. "Oh, did you know the inventor of the stamp was actually my great great great great uncle Duane? Yah, before him people had nothing nice to put on their letters, it was so sad."

Votes for Staci: 5 (B, Brick, Dawn, Lightning, Scott)

Votes for Scott: 3 (Anne Maria, Dakota, Staci)

After the Boot of Shame:

Staci struggle to make sure her parachute was safely secured, but eventually pulled it off. Somehow there was a camera following her as she made her descent, and she wasted no time deploying the parachute to ensure that she wouldn't splat on to the Antarctic ice below.

"I can't believe I'm the first one out again! I thought I was gonna go all the way to the end this time." Looking up at her parachute, she sighed. "Maybe I should have been more ambitious like my great great great second cousin Francois. He invented the parachute, you know. Before him if someone fell out of an airplane they would just hit the ground and die. Yah, he was pretty important."

Staci eventually made it to the ground... right in the middle of one of the yeti packs. All of the beasts turned their heads to her, growling and showing their teeth as they recognized her from the group that had that mutant who beat them up.

"U-um, would you nice yetis like to hear some stories about my ancestors?" She chuckled nervously, turning into a scream when the yetis pounced towards her before the camera shut off.

Remaining Contestants:

Team Old School: Beth, Cody, Courtney, DJ, Harold, Izzy, Leshawna, Trent

Team Radioactive: Anne Maria, B, Brick, Dakota, Dawn, Lightning, Scott

Team Explosive: Amy, Beardo, Dave, Jasmine, Rodney, Sammy, Shawn, Sugar

Elimination Order:

24th: Staci

Author's Note:

Well well well, looks like we can finally get this show on the road. Now obviously I need to address how long this chapter took to put out, but I'm gonna save that part for the end. I deliberately left the first chapter without an author's note, so with this being the first we obviously have a lot to touch on. Thus I'll keep the hiatus as the final subject we cover. With that being said, let's jump right into it.

So now that we've got the ball rolling proper, with the two part "premier" of the story done and the first elimination passed. I've had the idea for this story brewing for longer than I'd like to admit, so I hope it's been enjoyable thus far. With a comp fic like this I think the obvious first thing to talk about is the cast, so let's start there. First I'll touch on Team Radioactive since they're the only team that hasn't changed since the story was thought up. It was always going to have the six that didn't make it to All Stars, which left me two male spots for characters that WERE in All Stars. Mike and Cameron were easy to write off, they've had more than enough screentime, their storylines ended, are both former potential winners, and most of all their reputation in the fandom was mixed at best by the end of All Stars. From there Lightning was an obvious choice. Yeah, he's also a former finalist, but he was the first of his cast kicked off in All Stars. Plus he's funny, I wanted a chance to write him. The same could be said for the final member of the team. Scott got 4th and 3rd place in his seasons, so he's by no means been neglected for screen time. But I just find him interesting and entertaining, and I thought there was some unfinished business with his story. Sam is fine, likable and has some good lines here and there, but I just had nothing for the guy. I could have had him and Dakota being cute together, but Scott just had more to work with. To me, it was an obvious choice.

Team Explosive only went through one change when choosing their squad. I knew I wanted Shawn and Jasmine, they were major players of TDPI, a great couple, and I just really enjoy both of them. Amy and Sammy were obvious, I felt their storyline was easily the one worst effected by TDPI's bizarre pacing and cut short as a result. And I knew I wanted Dave and Beardo, Dave for his potential left after everything that happened at the end of the season (though I acknowledge he's a pretty hated character), and Beardo for that underdog to develop on thing that I like so much. From there it was a process of elimination game. I like Max and Scarlett but I didn't think it would make sense for Chris or the producers to ever invite them back after Scarlett Fever. Topher and Ella became my choices to host the aftermath, and Topher had his storyline of trying to replace Chris under the guise of a fanboy pretty much wrapped up. Ella could have worked since she loves singing, but eh I find her annoying and didn't want to use up the last female slot on her. That left two choices for each gender. Rodney worked better for some of the things I want to do with the team, and especially after Leonard got more exposure through Ridonculous Race (albeit very little of it), choosing Rodney was easy. However, I initially had Sky picked as the final female of the team since I wanted to explore how her and Dave would react to each other after, well, everything. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that wouldn't be a storyline people actually want around. And the cast was kind of lacking in assholes, so she was replaced with Sugar, who works better for things I want to do anyway.

Last we have Team Old School who was had the most changes. Harold, Leshawna, DJ, Izzy, and Cody were always part of the team. I thought they best fit the bill of characters that could be considered all stars but didn't actually make the cut for All Stars. Courtney was added quickly after and has stuck on the team since. Yes she was in All Stars, made it far, and has had more than enough exposure. But I feel like she's suffered from character derailment perhaps more than any other character in the show, specifically with 'Sundae Muddy Sundae.' So especially since I was bringing Scott back anyway, I felt like she had some loose ends that needed to be tied up. With that all said, the first major change comes from the fact that the last two slots were originally Geoff and Bridgette. Because like the first five, I felt they really fit the All Star label. However, Ridonculous Race came along and made Geoff a major character and ultimately a winner. So since Geoff was no longer deprived of potential spotlight, he was cut from the cast. Bridgette followed soon after because I had little to no plans for her as a solo act. She was very quickly replaced with Beth, who honestly probably should have been on the cast to begin with as a former finalist. But for Geoff's replacement I debated between Trent and Justin, and at first had Justin in the slot. Since Trent did poorly season 2 but was in the main couple of season 1, while Justin did poorly in season 1 and was a major antagonist in season 2, I felt they were on pretty much even ground. It all came down to preference. But in the end I chose Trent, similar to others, because I felt he had unfinished business. It's pretty much agreed by most that how he was used in TDA was unsatisfactory and bizarre, and that was pretty much the end of his story. So he's got a chance at redemption here. Justin is entertaining, hence why I had him in Tren't place at first, but ultimately he was cut since I didn't think there was much to do or develop upon with him. Quite bluntly, he probably would have been Old School's first boot had he been on the team so not much was lost. I've seem some suggestions for who else could have been in the team, but pretty much all of those will get their chance another day. That other day being whenever I make Revenge of the Rejects.

With characters out of the way lets cover the setting. World Tour is probably my favorite season, or second favorite if you count RR. With both seasons I really enjoyed the globetrotting aspect since it really shakes things up from just doing another island season for the fifth time. A 'battle of the generations' seemed like an obvious second all stars concept after heroes vs villains, so I combined the two ideas to give us what we have now. By all means feel free to suggest countries and locations that would make for good episodes. I have the locations planned for the next few episodes, but there's more blank spaces on my planning document for locations than I'd like to admit. I should note that I'm trying to prioritize not visiting places that were featured in World Tour or Ridonculous Race, and especially not locations that were in both. Like, there's no way I'm going to do Paris or Hawaii for example. Visiting somewhere else in France or the United States isn't off the table (a US location is one of the few upcoming planned locals, actually), but the more unique the destinations the better. We started off with Antarctica since it's an entire continent that wasn't covered in either season, so I thought it would be a fitting start point. There wasn't TOO much to do with the place since it's full of most ice and a whole lot of nothing else, hence why I kinda had to spring outta nowhere yetis into the mix, but I enjoyed what I came up with here.

I should also touch on what I did with B and Staci's elimination. So because he was in the group of people not in All Stars, B obviously had to be part of the cast per my own guidelines. But because I was doing another World Tour complete with the singing, the required singing that gets you eliminated if you don't participate, that gave me a problem. B can't talk, and while the rule wasn't enforced at all after Duncan quit at the start of the season, I wanted to keep the rule as valid. So I had to think of a solution. Do I cut singing from the story? Do I just eliminate B first due to not singing? Do I have B talk, defeating the purpose of his character? None of the above. So the solution I came up with is his singing device. Imagine it making a sort of Microsoft Sam voice, but in a sing songy tone. This device is a loophole that allows B to 'sing' without actually talking. I made sure it being a crappy hunk of scrap was established so B would only use it when he absolutely has to. Even him using it to communicate with his team would still feel kinda cheap, so that's why it's nerfed to only being used in songs. Hopefully people don't find it too convoluted. As for Staci being our first elimination... well, it's Staci. She's a character you kinda have to go out of your way to work with. Her gimmick is so nothing, and she has so few fans that it really wasn't worth keeping her around longer over someone else on Team Radioactive. Especially since I already have Beardo for the "former first boot that can be developed on" role. I plan to actually do something with her in my future Revenge of the Rejects story, but for this one fodder she shall remain.

The last thing I want to touch on for the chapter and story going forward is the singing itself. The songs were a vital piece of World Tour and one of the reasons the season is so fondly remembered. They weren't the best quality, but there's a charm to them. And some of them are legit bops, 'I'm Winning This,' is my personal favorite. So I felt if I was gonna do a World Tour sequel, I had to bring back the songs. But I'm no song writer and didn't want to have to do them every episode, so we'll be doing them every other episode. So next chapter won't have a song, the one after it will. I'm undecided yet on if I'll count aftermaths in the order or just do whatever works best for me with those. Once again, I'm really not a song writer, so this left me in a sort of pickle when it came to making songs for the season. Some of those songs in World Tour are fully original after all. However, some of the songs are parodies. Or at least they use familiar beats from known songs, like 'I'm Gonna Make It' referencing 'Life is a Highway' or 'Shear the Sheep' referencing 'Back in Black.' So there lied my solution. All of the songs are gonna be a sort of parody, or will at least use existing songs as a blueprint to give us the BOTG version. This chapter's song, "This Freakin' Blows," should have a fairly obvious reference. But in case you're fortunate enough to not have been endlessly subjected to the song, it used Frozen's 'Let it Go' as a base. It was the first non-Christmas song that I could think of that had to do with ice and such. Going forward I want to try and keep the song references diverse. For example, I'm going to try not to use a Disney song again since I've now used one from Frozen. Though no promises if I end up having them go to a Polynesian location, Moana is my favorite Disney movie and all of those songs are bangers.

So that's about all I have to say about the story for right now. Needless to say, I'm very interested to hear reactions, theories on what'll happen going forward, guesses on potential couples, villains, storylines, etc. Who you think will go far or not, that sorta stuff. I also have a poll on my profile where you can vote on your early favorite team. Team Old School is currently winning, but we'll see if that changes now that I've actually acknowledged the poll. As for my other writing, I recently finished up an MLP story (recently meaning recent by my standards), so that was nice. For future plans, I'm going to reboot my MLP horror story but that won't be for a while so it's currently off of my plate. Total Drama Level Up I'll return to eventually, but it's lower on my priority list compared to this story. As for other stories, I've mentioned in the past another TD story I had planned called 'Total Personality Swapped Island,' where it would be an AU of TDI where the characters have their personalities swapped with one another. Harold and Duncan had swapped personalities, Heather and Beth had swapped personalities, just to name a few. Sierra and Alejandro were also added into the mix. It may sound weird to want to do ANOTHER TDI AU after I finished Underdogs, but it was a concept I really dug. But these days I'm not so sure if I'm as gung ho to do it. I already got stories to focus on anyway, is there really any demand for it? I'm gonna toss up a link for a portion of what would be the first episode where everyone is introduced. I've linked this before in Underdogs, but I'm curious to hear feedback for it and see if there's any demand or interest there. Because if there's not, I'll probably just cancel the thing to have another less thing on my plate. With that all said, you can read that preview with the following url. pastebin (dot com) /LB2XADUN. Obviously you need to remove the spaces and put in a dot come proper, and you'd have to manually type that in a new tab since you can't copy and past on a story page. Feel free to give it a read if you have time. Outside of TD I'm also working on a one shot (maybe a few chapters if it goes well) for Persona 5, so there's that if you enjoy those games. I have a few other ideas here and there, but nothing else I've put major thought in. Am I beating around the bush? Alright, guess it's time to finish this lengthy author's note by addressing the obvious.

So if you're joining me after Total Drama Underdogs you're probably not surprised by this, but for any new readers yes, I know this chapter took way too long to get out. I truly do apologize, but that's just how it was. I'm not making excuses here, I fully admit that I can be lazy and my motivation for writing can be lacking. I'm at a spot in life where I only have so much free time in a week and often I just end up not spending time writing during that. Going forward I would hope this will change, I have a newer more happy job, I'm in an environment that makes writing easier, etc. But I make no promises because quite frankly I can get busy or interested in something else. For example, no writing was going to get done the weeks after Fire Emblem Three Houses came out, I was using all my free time to play that game. There are going to be other games or similar projects that come along, so maybe another hiatus will strike. I would hope that it wouldn't, but I fully admit that it could. I know it can be frustrating, and again I apologize about the delay, but sometimes people just aren't going to be as consistent with getting chapters out as others. And that's where I'm at.

With that all said, going forward I have a sort of policy. I'll be deleting any reviews that are just something along the lines of "Where's the new chapter?" I actually was making good progress on that aforementioned Persona 5 story before finishing this, but then I had a realization of "there's gonna be reviews on this just asking where the BOTG update is," because I've had that happen before with Underdogs. And that sort of bummed me out and made me hit a temporary wall on that story. Similarly, going forward I'm going to try being better at responding to PMs. That being said, unless a chapter is near the end of completion or in the editing stage, I won't be responding to messages asking where the chapter is. I appreciate enthusiasm for my story, really I do, but I don't need constant messages asking when the next chapter is because unless it's already almost done the answer is "I don't know, it'll be ready when it's ready." If I'm sounding like an asshole about this I'm sorry, but I just wanted to go ahead and put that out there.

A'ight, cool, we got the bad mojo out of the way. With that all said and done, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to leave feedback on everything, vote on that poll, and I'll see you all for the next one.