A/N: Just so you know, this fanfic is going to be short, I'd say around five chapters. So now the hunt begins. Stay where you are, this is about to get a whole lot more interesting. Read and review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.

Chef took the cardboard check away from Owen and stood by Chris, who gave him the suitcase. "Hello campers!"

"Haha, that's EX-campers to you." Duncan replied.

"Yeah, your twisted game is over remember?" Heather shot at Chris.

"We'll see about that." I heard Chris whisper to Chef. They shared a chuckle. "Congratulations to our winner! Owen, you played hard, fought hard, ate hard, and farted harder. I'm not sure why, but you beat every other person on this island, and your pockets will soon be stuffed with cheddar! What I'm about to offer you may change all that. Inside this suitcase is ONE…MILLION…DOLLLLLLARSSSSSSS! We had our PAs make a copy of this cardboard check of this awesome new prize. WE WENT THROUGH A LOT OF CARDBOARD TO MAKE THIS!!!!" It was huge, so huge that it blocked the sun. "Owen my man, this million dollars could be yours. All you have to do is figure out where we're about to hide it and bring it back to the Dock of Shame before anyone else does." Owen's eyes went wide.

"You're telling us that we all have a chance to win a million dollars?" Gwen asked.

"Yup. What do you say Owen? Will you settle for a hundred Gs…or ONE MILLION DOLLARRRRRRSSSS?!?!?!?!"

"GAME ON BABY! YEAH!" Owen punched his fist into the air.

"That's the spirit Owen." Chris said. Chef ripped up the original check of 100 Gs. I had a feeling this could be ugly. "Throughout the day, I'll give you all hints from the loudspeaker to make sure you're not completely lost. All right campers, the ultimate million dollar challenge starts…NOW!" Chris shot a cork out of a fake derringer. Owen ran out of sight.

"What are you waiting for? This could be fun!" I ran to the edge of the resort. "Well?! I could use some competition!"

"So lemme get this straight: after messing with our heads for an entire summer, you expect us to start running around the island like idiots all over again?!" Heather blew up. Man, she looks deranged when she's bald.

"That's right." Chris said matter-of-factly.

"But how do we know you didn't stuff that suitcase with bricks or something?" Leshawna asked.

"You don't."

"I'd love to play another round of humiliate the teens, but I've got a buffet to eat." Noah went to the buffet and stuffed a marshmallow into his mouth.

"Ah screw it!" Duncan yelled at Chris as he and Courtney walked by.

"Yeah!" Eva shouted.

"Fine, suit yourselves. I'm sure Owen will be happy to have no competition while he makes the easiest million dollars in TV history.

"Fine!" Gwen shouted.

"Fine!" Lindsay shouted.

"Yeah right!" I heard a voice shout. It was probably Justin.

"ALL RIGHT! I'M GOING TO BE RICH!" Owen shouted.

"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!" I let a fake feeling of greed swoop over my senses as I ran into the woods.

Chef's POV

Damn kids! They're letting the opportunity of a lifetime rush before their eyes, all in the name of saving their looks! Bah! While the fat boy was shouting, the other maggots tried to ignore it. But it didn't take them long before they all started rushing to find the suitcase. Sure enough, they landed in a huge dog pile, so I whistled so the hubbub could stop! Damn annoying kids.

Duncan's POV

Great. Just great. I'm stuck all the way at the bottom of the pile with no hopes of finding that one million dollars.

"Hey! I've got an idea! Let's work together as a team! We can split the prize 23 ways and share it!" Nerd girl suggested. What a ridiculous idea. Everyone went silent for a few minutes, and then things got really bad between everyone else. I tried to claw my way out, and I felt a hand pull me out of the pile. Of course, it was Princess. She let out a scream, a completely failed one, but gotta give her props for trying.

"LET'S GO GET THAT MILLION DOLLARS! YES!" And she pulled me in for a kiss, catching me off guard. She pulled away a few seconds later however. I was panting, and I smiled at her.

"Looks like someone got their mojo back." I held her away from me. Yes! She's back! Finally!

"Shut up and follow me! We've got a suitcase to find!" Princess had changed entirely. Must be the competition getting into her.

"Sir! Yes sir!" I let her pull me, and I got ahead of her.

Courtney's POV

"Can I come too?" I heard a voice call out. I turned around to see Harold.

"No! You'll only slow us down!" I called back to him. I turned around and caught up with Duncan.

My POV

I had been walking in the woods for about 10 minutes. Then I realized I was going about this the wrong way. If I were Chris, and this were being filmed (which it obviously is), where would I keep a suitcase so that I could extract as much laughs and ratings as I possibly could without getting any lawsuits stuck to me? I stood still and thought for a little while longer. It had to be somewhere so noticeable that we could find it, but Lindsay would never know, and it also had to be so hard to reach that someone as brave as Tyler couldn't get it, no matter how hard he tried. It can't be a bear cave because it's not too noticeable even though it is hard to reach. It can't be near the campgrounds because that's off limits to campers like us. Think Julie think! What's in the woods? Poison ivy, lots of bushes, lots of trees…that's it! Lots of trees! It could be up in a tree, but no. It can't be up in a tree, we campers wouldn't know along with Lindsay. It had to be HANGING from a tree! That's it! The suitcase is hanging from a tree! But which tree? Now Julie, there are tons of trees in the forest. What tree would be a place where Lindsay would stop by and never know the suitcase was right above her head? That I didn't know the answer to. Better start combing through the trees.

Two hours passed, and still nothing! I've combed this part of the woods, and then some! I endured listening to Izzy scream like a banshee, and then Courtney screaming too for about 15 minutes! I've almost had it! Ugh, I need some water. But I don't have any. Maybe if I check by the river, I'll find something. I walked to the top of a hill, and I saw Bridgette and Geoff making out…under the suitcase! Just my luck! I found the suitcase! They made out for a little while longer, and then they started running again. I ran down the hill as fast as I could, and then looked up at the suitcase. Now how will I get it down? I tried to climb up the tree with my bare hands, but it didn't work. I looked up, and then I had an idea. I had my bag with me, so why not try and climb my way up again, but this time, I'll do it with gloves. I got out some heavy duty gloves and started climbing up the tree. I found a broken branch and stood on it. I reached to the other branch and hung from it, clinging for dear life. I inched my way ever closer to the rope, and as soon as I was touching the cold metal of the suitcase, I hung from the tree by one hand. I used my other hand to pull out my pocket knife to cut through the rope. I was planning to let it drop as soon as I cut the rope, but I realized it'd be too risky. Someone could walk by and steal it from under me—literally! So I looped my legs around the rope and inched my hand so that it was over the knot on the tree. I got to work cutting the rope. It took about five minutes before I knew the rope couldn't last much longer, so I cut through the last fray of the rope and let go of the tree branch. I fell down to the floor and cried out in pain. But I grabbed the suitcase and made a run for it. Then I heard Chris's voice over the loudspeaker.

"Finally someone got my hint! The suitcase is now in the hands of one who cares. This one has 100 Gs, this one can make you scream. This one always likes to share, this one is always there. Probably out of sight, one who can give you a great fright! Now I hope I've taught you so, go out there and GET THAT DOUGH!" Chris chuckled. "Hope you liked my rhyme. Hopefully you campers know where it is now! Good luck!" Shit! Anyone with a brain will know that it's with me! I better hide!

Chris: How did you like that rhyme I made up?

Me: Very nice. I think the campers can figure out who has it. And I made up that rhyme, not you.

Chris: Yeah yeah, all right. But that was still pretty cool.

Me: Mmmmmhhhhhmmmm.

Julie: GUYS! YOU PRACTICALLY GAVE ME AWAY!

Chris: That's the point Julie. You better hide!

Me: Good luck! Want some popcorn Chris?

Chris: Do I! Chef Hatchet! Make Lane and I some popcorn! You can have some too and watch it with us!

Me: I never thought that watching the campers suffer could make me feel so good. Now I know why you're laughing all of the time!

Chris: It gives you a rush. And it feels GOOD.

Me: SSSSSSHHHHH! There's more action happening...