Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever own Total Drama Island (though I wish I did so I could make some "minor" adjustments) In case you rocket scientists haven't noticed. I do own the plot of this story though.

PS: I'm taking your advice and changing the format, I apologise for any confusion earlier .

2: Oh Crap, ANOTHER season?

Chris Maclean (he has bruises and a black eye, and his arm is in a cast): Welcome back! It seems we left you hanging last time when we told you that the original 22 campers were coming back. Today we find out how they're adjusting to life back at camp.

A piercing scream ran through the camp, leading Chris to wince. "I'm gonna KILL you Chris Maclean! You hear me! KILL you!"

"Ok," Chris announced. "So, sit back, relax, and watch our victims, I mean campers, go through life again on this island on Total! Double! Drama! Island!"

He accidentally lets his life support system fall into the water, which makes a bunch of fish float to the surface. "That can't be good for law suits".

And....Cue theme song!

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We join our campers back on the yacht, slowly but surely drifting towards the twisted minded host. The "driver" of the boat coming out of the We join our campers back on the yacht, slowly but surely drifting towards the twisted minded host. The "driver" of the boat coming out of the navigation room, dragging Owen.

"Chef?!", the campers said in unison.

Chef, dressed in a sailor's uniform, nodded and let Owen go. Both he and Chef let out a maniacal laugh.

As the boat pulled onto the dock and the campers got out, Chris greeted them in order. They finally got over the initial shock long enough to be angry. Very angry.

"Welcome back, campers and cast mates.", Chris announced

"THAT'S EX-CAMPERS AND CAST MATES TO YOU!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!", Eva demanded. "SOMEBODY BETTER ANSWER ME!"

"Okay, okay. sheesh. God you guys hate surprises", the host said, the smile beginning to fade from his face. "Anyways, that aside, I forgot to tell you what you guys ALSO signed on your application forms. As in, the fine FINE print. As in the so fine that you need a microscope to properly read print."

"Just spit it out already!" yelled Heather. For once, the others seemed to agree with her.

"It says, that if the show is a failure, you are bound to another season! And you all know what that means! Eight more weeks with your fellow campers, since you're becoming those again, Chef, and ME!"

He laughed again, while the now-campers-again just stood there, their mouths agape. A full 20 seconds passed until some of them regained their conscience.

"I warned you about surprises and me", Duncan said, punching his palm. "Now my friend, YOU are going to get it". He began advancing toward Chris, only to be grabbed by Courtney.

"Whoa whoa, let's just take it easy now", she told him. She looked over at Eva, who looked ready to burst, and Gwen, who, if looks could kill, Chris would be six feet under by now.

The CIT turned to Chris. "I'm surprised you're trying this yet AGAIN", she said. "What with Total Drama Action being such a 'crash and burn' thing for you".

The host was obviously prepared for this. "We asked the viewers at home what they thought went wrong. They liked the island better, with the original 22 campers that came, instead of the 14 we picked (A/N: I think its 14, that's what it revealed on the special). So, we're making this new season as close to the first as possible."

"Okay, I'm SOOO confused right now", Lindsay said. "Um, Chip, what are we all doing here?"

"But that's not FAIR!", Heather protested. "You're telling me, I have to be at this crappy summer camp AGAIN, with these LOSERS? You CANNOT. Make. Me. Stay. Here."

"Ahh bah bah bah", Chris said. He held up the application forms. "Fine print".

Courtney put a hand on Heather's shoulder. "There's no use arguing with Chris about the rules", she said. "You should know that."

The queen bee looked at Chris' evil smile, then down. She sighed, then slunk back. She knew it was useless. She wondered why she even bothered.

Gwen, who had obviously not heard what Courtney said, went up to Chris, took his papers, and chucked them into the water (A/N: I'll try to keep the deja vu to a minimum, but no promises).

"Tsk tsk tsk Gwen", Chris said. "When will you learn? Lawyers. Lots of copies".

The goth girl was speechless for once, leaving and muttering "Jerk" under her breath.

Confession Can (yay, my favourite part) :

Duncan: You've made a BIG mistake dude. I won't forget this.

Bridgette: I'm usually a peaceful person, but Chris, you make me feel like hurting you wouldn't be so bad.

Gwen: Like I said on my first day here, so far this sucks. I mean, I guess I can be with Bridgette and Leshawna and Trent again, but still. Eight more weeks of HEATHER? I swear, she is so the first one to leave, and if not, me.

Heather: I would rather spend my time with my face stuck in a toilet (someone saying that her face should be stuck in a toilet audible in the backround) then with these losers. Chris, I WILL find a way to pay you back for this.

Leshawna: I'm pretty sure Gwen badmouthed Heather a bit when she came in here, so I'm gonna say, what she said.

"So, now that we've gotten that over with", Chris Maclean smiled as the campers finished their ranting on him, " If you'll all just settle down because there is really no use doing this, I'll explain the new rules. You will be split into teams again, only the teams will change every week. Chef will STILL be serving your meals, and your living conditions have changed for the better. You can go back to your original Gopher and Bass cabins and unpack now. Oh, And I forgot, the prize money now is FIVE MILLION DOLLARS! "

There were a few grumbles of acceptance, but very few. "Oh yeah", he added. "Owen doesn't need to participate. He won season one, after all. Neither does Gwen. They have no shot of winning this competition, though they can do challenges. FINE PRINT."

Owen pumped a fist into the air. "Wahooo! I don't have to worry about getting voted off!"

Gwen, however, was NOT happy by this. "You mean to tell me", she started. "That I have to stay here for another 8 weeks but have NO chance of winning 5 million dollars?!"

As Chris nodded, the angry goth girl jumped and pinned him to the ground.

"Ahh! My Hair!", he screamed as she did such illegal things to him.

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt", Bridgette said as the campers watched the tangle. "You think we should help him?"

When the other campers shook their heads and walked away, she shrugged and followed.

Two hours later, at the mess hall, the teens had settled down, if you could call it that, unpacked, if you could call it that, although the cabins were a bit nicer, and was now eating dinner, if you could call it that.

Chris walked in, on a life support system, with the help of Chef.

"Alright campers", he announced. "Get a good night's sleep cause your first challenge starts first thing tomorrow morning!"

"We're screwed, aren't we?" said DJ to Katie , who simply nodded.

This was going to be a long 8 weeks...........

Yay! 2 in one day. Better go, time 4 bed, R&R please!