A/N: Frank, you were the only one who was right. You'll see what I mean…

YOU'LL ALL SEE.

Tee hee. That was creepy. ^_^

"Before we begin, let me explain something. This is the Confession Booth," Chris explained to the camera, gesturing to the telephone booth he was standing in. "Bringing an outhouse to the city would have been tacky. But a phone booth can also be used as a bathroom, so it won't be foreign to our campers!"

"This temporary confessional sucks," Gwen grumbled, crossing her arms. "There's no place to sit and it smells like a trucker's armpit! And people can see through these glass walls, so it's not like it's private." A teenager walking by looked in, saw the camera, then pressed his face on the glass and waved. Gwen noticed this going on behind her and smacked the glass, scaring him off.

"Does anyone even use telephone booths anymore?" Cody asked. "Everyone has cell phones!" He tapped his chin and added, "Then again, I guess that's how Chris was able to reserve these just for us…"

fAs the other team ran off and Chris, the interns and Chef skedaddled, the Fighting Ferrets were trying to decide which tactic to use. "I say we each split into groups of two and scatter around to raise the money," Marilee suggested. "Two heads are better than one, after all." She tapped her chin, looking at her group. "Selena will be with Trent, Caliver with Geoff, Zoey with Grace, and…" She noticed DJ and said, "I guess that leaves you, me, and Chester, DJ."

"Whoa whoa whoa, Anderson," Duncan said, holding his hands up. "Who says you get to choose who we go with?"

Marilee crossed her arms and glared at him. "I'm the co-captain, so I'm co-ordering you to go with Geoff! Why don't you want to go with him?"

"Yeah dude, I thought we were bros," Geoff said sadly.

"We are," Duncan said, frustrated. "I just meant I should at least get to choose to go with Geoff."

Marilee rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Have it your way, dude… So who do you choose?"

Duncan patted Geoff on the back and said, "I choose my bro Geoff."

"Sweet!" the party boy exclaimed.

"That was productive," Marilee grumbled under her breath. "Okay, break!"

As Duncan and Geoff wandered off, the others stayed behind. Trent was about to walk off with Selena, but remembered something. "Wait…" He stopped Selena and said, "Zoey and Grace should come with us. They are our sisters, after all."

"But I wanna stay with Chester!" Zoey sadly said, running over to hug Chester.

Grace crossed her arms and half-yelled, "I knew you weren't allergic!"

"We could always take Chester with us," Selena suggested.

"I don't really trust you with a goat," Marilee said, eyes narrowed and eyebrow raised. "You plus goat equals nothing but trouble."

Selena thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I'm not a math whiz, but that sounds about right…"

"They can stick with us," DJ said, patting Selena and Trent on their backs.

"It's not like we can go that far with this stu-" She remembered Zoey preferred that people call him by the name she gave him, and corrected herself, "I mean Chester."

Selena smiled and said, "Thanks, you guys! You're the best!" She crouched down to Zoey's height, gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her, "Be safe. Try not to let him eat your clothes, okay?"

"I'll try!" Zoey said, giving her a hug before her sister stood back up.

Trent looked down at Grace and told her, "Be good, okay?" She innocently smiled at him and nodded, and he bent down and ruffled her hair a bit. He turned back to DJ and smiled. "Thanks, Deej. You're a lifesaver. Take good care of her, okay?"

DJ gave him a thumbs up. "You can count on me, bro!"

As Trent and Selena walked off, Grace, trying to hide her frustration, asked, "Wait, what are we supposed to do?"

"Yeah, how can we make monies?" Zoey innocently asked. "We're just little kids."

DJ thought it over, then said, "Y'know, when I was around your guys' age, I did something that made me some pretty good coin."

"What?" Grace asked, eyebrow raised.

DJ looked at the store behind them, seeing it was a convenience store. Next to it, he saw an empty lot with something that was currently under construction, which was obvious from all the planks of wood and buckets of paint sitting in front of it. As he stroked his facial hair in thought, a surprisingly devious smirk appeared on his lips.

*T*S*R*

"A lemonade stand?" Grace questioned.

"Yeah," DJ said with a nod. "It's a great way for kids to make money!"

While the construction crew had been on a break, DJ and Marilee managed to swipe some wooden boards, nails, a hammer and some red paint from the construction site. Despite Marilee's lack of knowledge on any type of construction work, she had managed to help DJ make a moderately nice stand with a sign above it that read, Lemonade, $1 with some of the paint. DJ had used the five dollars he had in his pocket to buy some powdered lemonade and a plastic pitcher to hold it in, with water from the water fountain inside the store. Marilee managed to find a few loonies in her dress pocket and used them to buy plastic cups for the girls and their drinks.

"Besides, it's hot out and this will probably be the cheapest drink in the city," Marilee explained. "People will swarm this stand… In the mean time…" She looked down at Chester, who she had tied to a nearby light pole, and smirked. "I thought of something that we can do with you…"

*T*S*R*

After Gwen and LeShawna decided to work together and ran off to think of ideas, Courtney, Cody and Jovie had gone back to the bed of their hijacked truck to think. Candace was digging around in the glove department in the front, looking at random pieces of paper inside it. Whether she was doing it to find inspiration or just out of boredom was unknown to the others.

"Ooooh, I found the truck's owner's drivers license!" she yelled through the open window to her friends. She read, "Earl J. Boyd, thirty seven years old, six foot two, weighs- Whoa! A LOT!" Nobody responded, because none of them really cared.

"We could do that kissing booth Chris suggested," Cody said.

Courtney shook her head. "I'm not going to degrade myself like that."

"And your widdle Dunkie-cakes would get mad at you," Candace said, peeking out the window with a smirk. Courtney softly glared at her, but said nothing to argue against it, since she didn't want to lie.

Jovie looked around at the billboards around where Courtney parked the truck, trying to think of something to raise money. A certain billboard caught her eye. "Hey, look at that!" She pointed to a black and white billboard and read aloud, "Now Hiring… Flexible hours, large paychecks. That would be perfect!"

"That sounds fun!" Candace exclaimed, jumping out the open driver's door and bouncing toward the door to the bed. "Let's go!"

"Wait a second!" Courtney exclaimed, holding her hands up. "You guys don't even know what the job is! It could be selling pirated DVDs, o-or some sort of assassin job!" When they gave her doubtful looks, she argued, "Well, you never know!"

"Yeah, we certainly will never know until we check it out," Jovie pointed out, then looked at Candace. "Is there a pen and paper up there, hun?"

The cheerleader went back to the glove department and dug around before calling out, "I found a pen, but the only paper I could really write on is the back of this receipt from Hooters… Wow, Earl ordered a lot of chicken wings…"

"Good enough," Jovie said, cringing at the mention of the appendages of poor, defenseless chickens. "Write down the address on that billboard." As Candace did so and Jovie hopped out the back of the truck, she looked back at her remaining two teammates and asked, "You guys coming?"

"I don't think it's a good idea," Cody said, leaning on one of the many bales of hay. "I'll stick with Courtney."

"Wise choice," Courtney said confidently.

"Suit yourselves," Candace said with a shrug, tossing the pen back on the driver's seat and heading toward the street that had been on the billboard, Jovie following.

*T*S*R*

"What should we do?"

Trent looked at Selena, unsure of how to answer that question. "No idea. If we had our guitars, we could play on the streets for money…"

Selena sheepishly looked down. "I'm not good enough to play in front of people yet…"

"You've been getting a lot better," Trent told her, trying to boost her guitar-playing confidence. He looked up, noticing that they were getting close to the CN Tower and continued, "Besides, you don't have to be a pro to play on the streets. You just have to know how to strum a halfway decent chord."

"Oooh, I can do that!" Selena said excitedly. Her joy quickly faded and she grumbled, "Too bad we didn't think to bring our guitars…"

"Shin, you're the worst boyfriend in the entire history of boyfriends!" The two turned around to find that a few yards away, a girl with fiery red hair in her early twenties was arguing with an Asian guy about the same age as her. Both had guitars but the guy, assumedly Shin, has his in a case.

"Casey, you're so full of crap! I regret the day I ever asked you out! It's been nothing but a living hell since then!" Shin yelled, almost shaking from his anger.

Casey gasped, then glared daggers at him. "If that's how you feel, then maybe we should break up!" She glared down at her guitar and yelled, "I don't even want this stupid thing anymore!"

"Why?" Shin questioned, still fuming. "Because I gave it to you?" He huffed and held up his guitar case. "Well that's just freaking great, because I don't want this stupid guitar or this stupid case that you gave me!"

"Fine!" Casey screamed, storming off in Trent and Selena's direction.

"Fine!" Shin yelled, following her.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Casey walked up to Selena and practically threw her guitar at her. "Here! Have a stupid guitar!" She stomped off soon after, but not before shooting one last glare at her ex-boyfriend.

"Here!" Shin shoved his guitar, case and all, into Trent's chest, making him cough. "Have a stupid guitar and a stupid guitar case!" He dug around in his pocket and threw several plastic triangles in Trent's face. "And have some stupid guitar picks!" He stormed off in the opposite direction that Casey went in, leaving Trent and Selena alone with their new guitars and their confusion.

As Selena looked at Casey storm off and Trent looked at Shin, Trent mumbled, "That was really convenient…"

*T*S*R*

"Do you know what we should do?" Cody asked Courtney as they walked into one of the many squares in Toronto.

Courtney looked around, but sighed in defeat. "No clue…" They saw several kiosks as they walked through, all of them belonging to vendors who tried to sell something or other to everybody who passed by.

Cody stopped at one in particular, seeing that it sold various souvenirs. He grabbed one of the snow globes, gave it a good shake, then sat it back down.

"Cody, we're trying to make money, not spend it!" Courtney reminded him.

"I know, I was just looking," Cody told her. "I think better when I'm doing stuff…"

The young, jovial owner of that specific kiosk approached the two, a huge grin on his face. "Hey there! See anything you like?"

Cody shrugged, trying on a pair of cool shades. "I'm just looking…"

"And we're not buying anything," Courtney sternly said.

The kiosk owner completely ignored Courtney and kept his attention on Cody. "Okay, just let me know if you need anything!" Before he could head back to the stool he had been seated on before, a beeping noise rang from his pants pocket. He whipped out his cell phone and answered, "Y'ello?" He paused, then grinned. "Maggie, what a ple-" He paused again, his grin fading. "Honey, slow down…" Even Courtney and Cody could hear Maggie's wails, which peaked their interest in the call. The kiosk vendor's eyes widened and he screamed, "WHAT? B-But you weren't due for another two weeks!" He grabbed a fistful of his short blonde hair and nervously said, "Oh God, oh God, oh- I'll meet you at the hospital!"

He shoved his phone back in his pocket and was about to run off until Cody asked, "Dude, is everything okay?"

"My wife just went into labor!" the blonde screamed, still clenching some of his hair in his fist. "I can't miss the birth of my first child! I've got to leave and- Oh God, my stand!"

"What about it?" Cody asked.

"I can't just close it!"

"Why not?" Courtney skeptically asked. "I think this is a situation where it would be okay to close a bit early!"

"No, you don't understand!" He started to pace, clenching the rest of his hair in his other fist. "I missed too many days of work going with my wife to her Lamaze classes. My boss said if I miss one more day of work this summer, I'm fired! I can't lose my job, I have a family to support!"

Courtney raised an eyebrow, letting a smirk crawl onto her lips. "Sounds like a sticky situation." She pointed to Cody and said, "My friend and I are in a bit of a fix ourselves. We have to raise money for a challenge on a reality show we're on. You've watched Total Drama Island before, right?"

The kiosk guy blinked. "No."

Courtney stared at him, then shook her head. "I guess you wouldn't have, considering you're old enough to have a wife and kid… But I have a proposition for you. If you'll agree to it, we'll all win…"

*T*S*R*

"This is turning out better than I thought!"

"Told you this was a good way to rake in money!"

After Trent had removed his free guitar from the case, he sat the open case on the street corner they were on so any passerby could leave a tip for the two as they played some smooth tunes. Well, Trent did a lot of the work. Beginner Selena's simple chord strumming in the background did seem to add something, though.

A few girls who passed by recognized Trent from Total Drama Island and instantly started to squeal their fangirl heads off. They would beg him to take photos with them, which he was more than happy to do… for five bucks per picture. Nobody wanted to take their picture with Selena, obviously, since the second season hadn't started airing yet. She certainly didn't mind, though.

"Those Trent fangirls are insane!" Selena yelled. "Especially this one blonde chick named… Kelly, maybe? But Trent practically had to pry her off of him after she took, like, twenty pictures with him. And she kept babbling about 'Trindsay'…" She scratched her head and mumbled, "Maybe that was her sister's name or something…"

After the huge swarms of fans would fade away, every once in a while, Trent would throw out a lyric or two about charity and diabetes so people would feel more compelled to tip. Selena was getting ready to take a crack at singing something, but Trent quickly stopped playing and slapped a hand over her mouth.

Selena pried it off and shot him a glare. "Um, what was that for?"

"Uh…" Trent looked down at his feet, trying to think of a good lie. "I just don't think both of us should sing… It might confuse people."

Selena raised an eyebrow. "That wouldn't even confuse me…"

Trent looked away from her again, biting his lip.

"I've heard Selena sing recently. Imagine two cats fighting each other on a chalkboard, and then imagine stabbing both your ears with rusty knives. That's what it's like to listen to it!" Trent exclaimed, cringing from the memory. "But it's not like I could tell her that!"

"Uh… Um…" Trent tried to think of another good excuse, but failed.

Selena leaned her guitar on a nearby light post and crossed her arms, shooting him a stern look. "I can see what this is about, Trent."

"Uh… You do?"

"Of course!" She smirked and smugly said, "You're afraid I'll sing better than you and overshadow you, aren't you?"

"… YES, that's it!" Trent sighed in relief, then playfully punched her and said, "You're too smart for me!"

Proudly grinning, Selena said, "Thank you!" Placing her hands on her hips, she added, "But because you're my buddy and I don't want to make you feel bad, I won't sing. Still, you could have just told me the truth in the first place. You really shouldn't patronize me like that, 'cause I'm more mature than people assume."

"Very true," Trent said with a nod.

Before she could pick up her guitar again, she saw somebody shove a cart by them, making her eyes widen in child-like delight. "Oooooh, balloons!" She tugged on Trent's shirt sleeve and rapidly pointed to the cart. "Can I have a balloon, Trent? Can I? Can I? Pretty, pretty please with, like, a thousand billion cherries on top?"

Smirking, Trent pulled a dollar out of their money case and handed it to her. "Go crazy, kid."

"Yippie!" Selena snatched the dollar and ran to catch the cart while yelling, "I want a red one!"

*T*S*R*

"Come on…" LeShawna lightly slapped her forehead, trying to think. "This is a big ol' city. There's got to be someway to earn money here…"

"I wish I had brought my sketchpad," Gwen muttered, sitting down on a park bench in the middle of the city square they were in. She rested her chin in her palm and said, "I could have charged people for drawings of their kids or dogs or something."

"Yeah, that's a shame," LeShawna agreed, sitting next to her. "But it's not like a sketchpad and pencil are just going to fall out of the sky…"

Seconds after she said that, Gwen looked up at the sky, but only saw a few puffy white clouds. Not a falling sketchpad in sight.

LeShawna raised an eyebrow at her best friend. "Did you seriously think that would work, girl?"

"No," Gwen sighed. "But even pessimists can be optimistic every now and again."

As they continued to think of a way to earn money, LeShawna couldn't help but notice several street performers nearby, doing all sorts of amusing things. After watching the juggler add a seventh steak knife to his act, she sprung up from her slouching position and cried, "That's it! We'll be street performers!"

Gwen, still sitting on the bench, raised an eyebrow. "And what do you expect us to do? Swallow swords? I can barely swallow Chef's meatloaf."

"We can be break dancers," the sister told Gwen, still smiling. "People tip them like nothing else!"

Gwen looked at her, then looked down and grumbled, "I don't know… I'd probably lose my Goth status completely."

"Girl, dancing ain't about who you are or how you look! It's all about what's inside you," LeShawna said, placing a hand over her heart. "It's about expressing yourself and just letting all your emotions out! That's why you draw, isn't it?"

Gwen thought it over, then sat up straight and slowly said, "Yeah. I guess you're right…" After sighing, she added, "Okay, I'll do it. We do need the money."

"That's my girl!" LeShawna exclaimed, gathering Gwen in a bone-crushing hug. After letting her go and she took some deep breaths, she looked her blue and black-haired friend over and said, "But we need to get you some flyer threads first. A corset and mini skirt are all wrong."

Gwen frowned. "I thought it didn't matter how you look."

LeShawna nodded. "Yeah, how you look. Not how you dress."

"I already got my hopes up for art supplies to fall out of the sky," Gwen pointed out, crossing her arms. "I'm not expecting 'fly threads' to rain down."

"I guess you've got a point… Maybe we-"

"¡Mierda santa!"a girl with a slight Hispanic accent exclaimed, running up to Gwen and LeShawna with a huge grin. "You're Gwen and LeShawna, from TDI!"

After getting over the initial shock of being screamed at, LeShawna gave her a smile and said, "That's us! What's up, girl?"

"¡Ay, caramba! I cannot believe this is really happening!" She shook both of their hands and excitedly introduced herself. "I-I'm Rosalinda, and you two are my favorite contestants on the show! You're such strong and independent chicas; you're really an inspiration to tons of girls!"

"Seriously?" Rosalinda nodded, and Gwen couldn't help but crack a smile. "Thanks!"

"I love how you two would stick it to Heather, that little perra!" The Latina girl clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. "Ooooh, I hate her so much! My idiota of a brother Alejandro thinks she's hot!" She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "How could anyone think she's hot?"

"She's not so bad now," Gwen said. "And her hair grew back, so she's much prettier than she was when she was bald."

LeShawna was about to add something to that, but took a second to take in Rosalinda's appearance. Her dark, wavy hair was sticking out of a black beanie, and she was wearing a white midriff t-shirt under an open blue zip-up hoodie, along with dark skinny jeans and a pair of converse.

"Hey, Rosalinda," LeShawna began, a sly expression on her face. "How would you like to do us a favor?"

Gasping, Rosalinda exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? Of course! What is it? I'd do anything!"

LeShawna shot Gwen a glance, making the Goth raise an eyebrow. "I don't like that look…"

*T*S*R*

"I don't think it's possible for me to care less about this challenge."

"C'mon, dude, it could be fun!"

"Geoff, video games are fun. Vandalism is fun. Covering yourself in fake blood and giving a bunch of five year olds seizures is fun. Charity work is not fun."

"It still won't be that ba-" Geoff stopped mid-sentence and mid-step and gave Duncan a weird look. "You gave five year olds seizures?"

Duncan nodded, stopping along with his friend. "Yeah. It was funny."

"And you didn't feel bad? I mean, your little sister…"

"I wouldn't pull that around Zoey," Duncan told him, crossing his arms. "Selena maybe, but not Zoey. Besides, she's four."

Geoff rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Big difference… Where'd she go, anyway?"

"Selena sent me a text a few minutes ago. DJ's watching her."

"Oh…"

"I say we forget about the stupid challenge," the delinquent said, sitting on a park bench in front of a car dealership for fancy cars. "Seriously, who cares?"

"Candace probably does," Geoff answered, sitting next to him. He cleared his throat and maturely said, "And I think it's important to help out a cause that's so close to her because-"

"Dude, you just want to raise a bunch of money so Candace will let you slide into second base."

"… That's so not it! There are lots of reasons, and that's not one of them!"

"It's probably the only one," Duncan said with a smirk.

Meanwhile, inside the car dealership building, a large, tan man with hair that almost had a purple sheen to it tugged on his tightly knotted tie and slammed his hand on the table. The employees sitting at the table all looked skittish. "Dang it, people, we aren't making enough!"

A brunette woman nervously said, "But Mr. Valdez, our profits last month were off the charts and-"

"That's still not good enough!" he screamed, making the woman shrink back in her seat. "We need to attract more customers, and the commercial I've scripted will do just that. We've got the cameras and everything, but we still need someone to endorse the cars in it…"

"Why don't you do it, sir?" A man with Coke bottle glasses asked.

Mr. Valdez scoffed, then told him, "Steve, you always break the 'there are no stupid questions' rule… We need someone that young folk want to see. Today's youth always fritter their money away on something or other, so they might as well fritter it here." He crossed his arms and looked at his employees. "So, does anyone here know a celebrity?"

Nobody said a word.

Mr. Valdez sighed. "I thought so…" Before he could add anything else, he heard the person sitting at the very end of the table started giggling, making a vein in his neck pop out. "Bert!"

The man looked up from his lap, not laughing anymore. He sneakily pulled an ear bud out of his right ear and looked at his boss guiltily.

"What's in your lap?"

"M-My iPod Touch…"

"And what are you doing with it?"

"… W-Watching Total Dr-Drama Island…"

Mr. Valdez raised a bushy eyebrow, then asked, "That reality show my daughter's obsessed with?"

Bert sheepishly shrugged and mumbled, "Well, it's no wonder she's obsessed with it. It's hilarious and-"

"If only we could get one of those idiots in our commercial!" the car salesman exclaimed, rubbing his temples. "Teens and young adults everywhere would shovel out thousands for these cars!"

Steve looked out the large window he was seated by, then pointed to the bench in front of the lot. "Hey, isn't that two of those kids from it?"

Mr. Valdez narrowed his eyes at his employee and said, "Steve, you need to get some better glasses." As he walked toward the window, he exclaimed, "Two international reality show stars wouldn't just conveniently be bumming around outside our lot…" As he looked out the window, his jaw dropped and he muttered, "Sweet Maria, that really is them…" He snapped his fingers at the brunette woman and yelled, "Bring me my check book! I have a feeling this won't be cheap…"

*T*S*R*

"We'll win for sure!"

"Yeah, considering we're making the guy give us today's profits, I'd say we will," Cody said, almost unsurely.

"And everything that was already in the cash register!" she proudly proclaimed, handing a customer her Toronto magnet and taking her money. "That already gave us over three hundred dollars! By the time we sell all this stuff, we could get in the thousands!"

"But the guy's going to have a family to support soon," Cody said with guilt. "It seems kind of mean to take all this money away from his wife and kid."

Courtney shot him a look as she shoved the money into the register. "Taking money away from a good cause is okay if you're giving it to another."

As a girl approached Cody, interested in purchasing an 'I Heart Toronto' t-shirt, he sighed and rang up her order. "Okay…"

*T*S*R*

"Goat rides, come get a goat ride!" Marilee called out, pointing to the sign that DJ made out of the spare wood and paint from the lemonade stand. It read, Goat Rides, $5 a Ride and was leaning haphazardly on a shrub by the construction site.

"Are you sure this a good idea?" DJ asked, looking extremely nervous. "This might be against some sort of animal abuse law or something…"

Marilee raised her eyebrow at him. "This thing just carried our entire team, like, a million miles without breaking a sweat! How is letting a toddler or two ride it going to hurt it more than that?"

"Well," DJ rubbed the back of his neck and continued, "we weren't using the goat for profit then, so I just figured-"

"Just shut up and get people interested, you big goat hugger!" Marilee barked at him.

DJ shrieked and jumped into the shrub for protection, knocking his sign over completely.

The blonde raised her eyebrow once again and said, "What do you think you're doing? You act like you're scared of me or something."

"Um…" DJ was still hidden in the shrub, but you could see his eyes shining through the leaves. "I kind of am…"

"I'm not scary!" she screamed, only scaring him more and making Chester bleat in fright.

"Not scary-looking, sure," DJ told her, still not coming out of his green haven. "It's just you… sound really harsh most of the time and you're… kind of aggressive," he squeaked, like he was too afraid to say it.

She gave him a look, then shut her eyes and scoffed. "That's just silly. I'm totally not aggressive…" Once she opened her eyes, she saw a African Canadian boy about the age of eight walk by her, holding five dollars in his hand. "Hey! Little boy!" she cried out, even though he was right in front of her. "You want to take a ride on this goat?" She pointed to Chester, who was still tied to the pole and was currently eating out of a nearby trashcan and added, "It'd only be five bucks."

The boy looked at the goat, then back at Marilee. "I'm sorry, lady. My mommy told me I have to use this to buy her a slice of pie at her favorite bakery while she shops at that store over there," he said, pointing to the store across the street.

Marilee put on a sugary sweet smile and crouched down to the boy's level. "Y'know, I think Mommy would much happier if you spent that money on something you could enjoy instead of something that would go straight to her thighs. Do you know what I like to do when I want to keep my mommy from stuffing her face with pie?" She yanked on the rope, pulling Chester out of the trashcan. "I take a magical, but reasonably-priced ride on my good friend, Chestnut!"

"Chester," DJ reminded her, still hiding in the bush.

"Same difference," Marilee mumbled. She grinned at the boy once again, even though he looked a little scared. "C'mon, sweetheart, she won't be mad!" She held out her hand and continued, "Just give Mari the money and I'll let you have a little fun…"

The boy looked at her hand, then back at her. He slowly started walking away, then started running and crying, "Stranger danger! Stranger danger!"

Shooting back up, she glared as he sprinted and screamed, "That little brat! How dare he not do what I say!" She ran after him, dragging Chester behind her and screamed, "Come back here and ride my friggin' goat!"

After she was gone, DJ finally poked his head out of the shrub and said, "That's not going to end well…" He climbed out the bush and walked over to Zoey and Grace's lemonade stand. "You guys doing okay?"

"Yeah, look at all the monies we got!" Zoey exclaimed, holding up a large fistful of dollars.

DJ smiled. " Hey, that's pretty good! …Wait, where's Grace at?"

The dark-haired girl handed another customer a lemonade, took his dollar, then told DJ, "I think she had to go tinkle."

"So she wandered off… by herself?" DJ cried, looking like he was going to faint. "Oh no, oh no! She could get hurt!"

"How could she get hurt in the potty?" Zoey asked, confused. She scratched her head. "Maybe if she fell in…" She cringed and mumbled, "I did that once…"

"Man, Trent's gonna kill me!" DJ screamed, hugging himself. "I promised him I'd take good care of her! Losing her in a city as huge as this one is not good!" He was silent for a moment, but then gasped, "Zoey! I left her out there alone! What if she wanders off, too! If someone as cool as Trent would kill me, Duncan would resurrect me and kill me, too! Then he'd bring me back to life again and kill me again!" He ran out of the Confession Booth so quickly, he knocked the camera over and made the screen go to static.

*T*S*R*

"I hate you, LeShawna."

"No, you don't."

"True… But I certainly hate this."

Gwen, now dressed in Rosalinda's clothes, crossed her arms and glowered a bit. Rosalinda, now dressed in Gwen's Goth attire, sadly said, "Sorryyou don't like my clothes…"

"It's fine, honey," LeShawna said, patting the Latina on the back. "It may not be her style, but she needed some street clothes. Thanks again."

"¡No problema!" She posed and asked, "Do I pull the Goth look off?"

Gwen looked at her, then said, "Not really. I hate to sound racist, but you usually have to be pretty pale to pull it off, and that's pretty much impossible for you to do."

Rosalinda shrugged, still smiling. "Meh, I don't wanna be Goth, anyway. It works for you, but it's not for me. Still, I don't mind being semi-Goth for an afternoon. Can I stick around and watch you guys dance?"

"Sure, girl," LeShawna said, nodding. "We'll need you to stick around so you can swap clothes afterward, anyway."

"Great!" Rosalinda said, clapping happily. "And feel free to call me Rose. Or Rosa. Or Linda. Or Lin. Or Rosalinda. Or-"

"I think you've covered all the bases," Gwen said, interrupting her. She turned back to LeShawna with a sigh and said, "Let's just do this…"

LeShawna rolled her eyes. "That's the spirit."

*T*S*R*

It was getting slow at Courtney and Cody's newly acquired souvenir stand, so they were casually leaning against it when Cody asked, "Do you think Jovie and Candace ever found their job?"

"Probably," Courtney said, batting lightly at the small wind chimes next to her. "If it really did pay a lot, it must be boring…"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, somewhere in a grimy alley, Candace and Jovie had found the place where they got their temporary job. It certainly did pay a lot… However, it was far from easy.

Candace was sitting on top of a barbed wire fence that cut the alley in half, trying to help Jovie climb up. It was rather difficult, considering Jovie was holding a locked metallic suitcase in one of her hands. Both of them had disheveled hair and some smudges of dirt could be found all over them.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" Jovie cried out, struggling to lift herself up.

"It's not that bad!" Candace said, grabbing the suitcase and tossing it to the bottom of the other side of the fence. "I thought digging that suitcase up was pretty fun!"

"And getting chased by those mobsters was fun for you, too?"

"… It was good cardio, at least!"

Jovie grunted, then reached her hand toward Candace, who grabbed it and hoisted her up. Both fell over the side, landing into a pile of garbage bags.

"Ugh!" Jovie exclaimed, rubbing her head. "At least these were closed…"

"That's the spirit!" Candace exclaimed, helping Jovie stand up.

"But look how much paper is in this one!" Jovie yelled, holding one of the clear bags up. "That's just being downright lazy!" She started untying the knot on the top and said, "I'm gonna sort this out…"

Candace, finally losing her optimism, slapped her forehead and told her, "There's no time for that! Big Daddy said we have to meet Paulie at the abandoned warehouse in ten minutes! After that, Paulie'll give us some new clothes and let us take a shower and then we have to deliver his package to that Italian restaurant to-"

"Is that a gate door?" Joie angrily asked, interrupting her.

Candace raised both eyebrows in confusion, turned around and shoved part of the fence, which swung open instantly. She turned back to Jovie, who crossed her arms and looked very unimpressed. "Eh heh… Climbing is a great way to build upper body strength?"

"Oh, I'll show you upper body strength!" Jovie threatened, pushing up the sleeve of her bright green t-shirt.

"Eep!" Candace squeaked, hiding behind her hands. However, it wasn't necessary, because Jovie instantly calmed down.

"Sorry," Jovie sighed, starting to walk to the end of the alley. "I'm not usually like this."

"I know," Candace said with a nod as she picked up the suitcase and walked with her.

"This show's making me go against everything I stand for!" Jovie cried, sitting on the curb sadly. Candace sat down next to her. "First there was the unnecessary violence yesterday, now I'm working for the freaking Mob!" She sniffled as she covered her face with her hands.

Candace's eyes softened and she wrapped an arm around her friend. "Hey, it's okay. Big Daddy and his brothers aren't technically the Mob, so…" She sighed and said, "Okay, so they all pretty much are the Torontonian Mob. Still, you're being too hard on yourself. And that thing with Keith was not your fault, and it wasn't because you went against your morals. Any one of us could have shot him."

"But I was the one who did it…"

"Still, Marilee isn't that upset. I mean, she was, but she got over it quickly. I'll bet if she knew, she wouldn't be that mad. Look…" Candace gave her a squeeze and asked, "Just try not to be so hard on yourself, okay? And try to have a little more fun? For me?"

Jovie uncovered her face and took a look at Candace. As she wiped away a few tears, she was about to answer, but hear some strange noises. Turning her head back toward the alley, her eyes widened and she screamed, "Holy crap, those thugs released the hounds!"

Candace looked in fright as the dogs were getting closer, yelled a word that would have even made Big Daddy blush, and ran off with Jovie and the suitcase. The dogs persistently ran after them, with the enemy mobsters close behind.

*T*S*R*

"You want us to do a commercial for you?" Duncan asked in shock.

"That's right!" Mr. Valdez said with a nod. "What do you say?"

"Sounds sweet!" Geoff exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air. "How much do we get?"

"How does two thousand sound?" the purple-haired man asked, pulling out his checkbook and a pen.

Geoff gaped, then asked, "Are you kidding? We'll-"

Duncan slapped a hand over his mouth and continued, "walk unless we get at least five thousand."

Mr. Valdez tapped his chin with his pen. "I don't know… Forty five hundred?"

Duncan pretended to think it over, then nodded and shook the man's hand. "Deal."

"Great!" He wrote the check up and tucked the book back in his pocket. "You'll receive it after the commercial's finished. I'll just get you your scripts…"

He walked back into the building they had been in front of, while Geoff turned to give Duncan a confused glance. "I thought you didn't care about this challenge."

"I don't," Duncan admitted. "But if you take all the credit for earning all that cash, Candace will probably build a freaking shrine to you."

Geoff grinned, mockingly punching Duncan in the arm. "You're the best, dude."

As Mr. Valdez emerged from the building and handed them their scripts, Duncan humbly said, "I know."

*T*S*R*

As Grace squeezed her way past some pedestrians that were much larger than her, she walked into a spa, heading toward the manicurist. "How did I know I'd find you here?" she asked, shaking her head.

Mia looked down, frowning at the sight of the brunette. "Oh, it's you." She looked down as the woman continued to file her freshly painted nails and asked, "Let me guess, you have a job for me?"

"Why would I be here if I didn't?" As the manicurist left to get Mia's bill, Grace grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her out of the building. "Since you're sort of useless when it comes to helping myself, maybe you should try helping me sabotage other people."

"Who'd you have in mind?" Mia asked, obviously bored as she sat on a bench and looked at her pretty red nails.

"Gwen, duh!" She pointed down the street and said, "I think she headed somewhere over there. Find her, then come back tell me what she's doing. I'll handle the rest from there."

"And what exactly do you plan on doing?" Mia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You leave that to me… Now get going! I have to get back to my dumb lemonade stand."

"I didn't pay for my manicure…"

As Grace started walking back toward the street her stand was on, she said over her shoulder, "You can use the money I saved you to buy a drink when you get me… Now get to it!"

"Twelve thousand and five hundred dollars, Twelve thousand and five hundred dollars," Mia chanted to herself, trying to keep calm. "You are doing this for the twelve thousand and five hundred dollars…"

*T*S*R*

As Trent played some pretty complicated tunes, Selena strummed her guitar, which had her new red balloon tied on near the top, in the background. Trent, thinking up lyrics on the spot, sang , "Diabetes really sucks, so won't you give us a few bucks?" As a wealthy business man dropped twenty dollars in their case, Selena cheerfully thanked him.

After he was gone, she told Trent, "This was a good idea, playing by the CN Tower."

"Why?" Trent asked, curious.

"Duh! American tourists are going to want to visit it, especially ones who love cartoons. They'll recognize you from Total Drama Island, donate a lot, and-"

"You realize that the CN in CN Tower doesn't stand for Cartoon Network, right?" Trent asked, sounding like he already knew the answer.

Selena stopped strumming and stared at him for a moment. Not saying anything for once, she went back to playing her chords, blushing a bit in embarrassment.

As Trent started playing again and another pedestrian dropped some money in their guitar case, the violet-haired passerby behind him gasped, as she recognized Trent. "Omigosh, no way! You're from Total Drama Island!"

Trent sheepishly grinned, put his guitar down and said, "Yeah, that'd be me. I'm-"

"Trenton Elijah DiCaprio," the violet-haired girl sighed, basking in Trent's wonderful Trentiness.

"Uh…" Trent looked freaked out. "How do you know my full name? I-I never even said my last name on the first season…"

The girl proudly grinned and, pointing to herself, said, "I'm Sierra, the number one Total Drama fan! If there's a fact about the cast that others want to know, I'll find it out before anyone else!" Sierra looked over at Selena, as if noticing her for the first time. She gaped at her, a small squeaking noise escaping from her agape mouth for a second. After getting over her shock, she glomped her to the ground, knocking the guitar out of Selena's hands.

"You!" Sierra shrieked in excitement.

"Yeah, me!" Selena shrieked back, a little scared. "Could you, like, get off me, please?"

After getting up, the violet-haired girl got up, also helping Selena up. "OMG, I'm SO sorry! It's just that you're one of the new contestants for the next season of Total Drama!"

"How'd you know that?" Trent asked. "The season hasn't aired yet…"

"The trailer was just leaked online, like, a few days ago," Sierra perkily explained. "As the biggest Total Drama super fan out there, I was the first blogger to find it and put it on every one of my TD blogs!"

"How could there be a trailer already?" Trent asked. "We haven't even finished the season yet!"

Trent raised an eyebrow. "How many do you have?"

"Sixteen, going on seventeen!" She giggled for a moment, then said, "The seventeenth one is going to be all about the latest scoop on the latest season, Total Sibling Rivalry! This. Is. Perfect! I'll get the deets before the other bloggers even have a chance! Are there more of the realebrities here? Huh? Huh?"

Selena raised an eyebrow. "Realebrities?"

"Uh, yeah," Trent answered her. "It's our challenge for the day to be here and-"

"YAY!" Sierra pulled a notepad out of nowhere, along with a pencil, and started jotting something down. "Spoiler alert: the TSR cast will be hitting Toronto!" She gasped suddenly, realizing something, and got right in Trent's face. "Cody's in this season! He's still competing, right? Pleeeeeeease tell me you all didn't vote him off yet!"

"N-No," the musician said. "He's still here."

Once she got out of his personal space, she let out a huge, glass-shattering squeal, causing Trent and Selena to both slap their hands over their ears to keep from going deaf. "OMG! I might actually get to meet him! No way, no way, no way!" She turned back to the other two, who uncovered their ears. "Where is he? Can I meet him?"

"If you can find him," Selena said. "He's not on our team so-"

"Trent and Cody aren't on the same team," Sierra mumbled as she wrote that fact quickly into her notepad.

"Actually, they were the first time around, but we got new teams and-"

"OMG, the teams get changed mid-season?" Sierra asked, jotting something down in her notebook again. "This is so juicy!"

Selena giggled, momentarily warming up to her. "If you think that's juicy, you should hear about-" Trent abruptly slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Don't reveal too much about this season!" Trent whispered into her ear.

"He's right!" Sierra exclaimed, as she had somehow come between the two. "Spoiling too much would just be mean!" She placed her hands on Selena's shoulders, making her tense up. "Just give me the dish on you. Tell me any little detail you'd like! Your hopes, fears, eating habits… Maybe your dental records if I'm lucky…"

"Um… I don't know my dental records," Selena sheepishly said, looking like she wished she could be anywhere else.

"Come on, gimme the deets," Sierra begged getting right in her face. "Please? I NEED to know this stuff!" She shook her and screamed, "Tell me, tell me, TELL ME!"

Trent could sense Selena's extreme discomfort, so he told Sierra, "Hey, could you back off with the third degree? You're scaring her…"

"But I need info on the new contestants for my new blog!" Getting in Selena's face again, she pleaded, "Tell me EVEREYTHING!"

Not being able to take it anymore, Selena screamed, "I'm Selena Anne Caliver, daughter of Robert James Caliver and Nancy Elizabeth Reed Caliver, sister to Duncan Monroe Caliver and Zoey Abigail Caliver! I'm thirteen years old and was born August 25th, which makes me a Virgo, my favorite food is the churro, my favorite band is the Jonas Brothers, I'm claustrophobic, I'm allergic to strawberries, I want to be a cop when I grow up like the rest of my family, my pet goldfish Finny died when I was five because I put cream of mushroom soup in his fishbowl, I like-"

"Wait, not so fast!" Sierra cried out, sounding ecstatic as she rapidly wrote the information down in her notebook. "This is gold! I would have just settled for the basic stuff, but this is amazing! Smiley face!"

Selena scooted closer to Trent, hiding behind him to get away from Sierra.

"Thank you soooooo so much, you guys!" Sierra exclaimed, running over to give them both a huge, bone-crushing hug. "This is going to make my blog a thousand times better!" She noticed the open guitar case full of money and asked, "By the way, what are you guys doing?"

"Raising money for charity," Selena quietly said, lifting Trent's arm so she could peek at her. "It's our challenge for the day."

"Ooooh, challenge spoilers!" Sierra exclaimed. After scribbling it down in her notebook, she pulled some money out of her pocket and handed it to Trent. "Here's a little something for you guys."

Trent took the bills, his eyes widening once he took a look at it. "Sierra, this is three hundred dollars! Are you sure you want to give us this much?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Sierra said, waving a hand nonchalantly. "My dad owns a huge car dealership here, so it's not like we're tight on money. How do you think I finance all this research? Besides, you guys deserve it! Especially you, Selena! You gave me such great info! I never did know Duncan's middle name until now. The Duncan fangirls will love that!"

"Please don't tell him you heard it from me. He hates his middle name," she nervously said, coming out from behind Trent's back, but clinging to his arm, like she thought Sierra was going to drag her away and lock her in her basement.

"I won't," she said, taking a good look at the other pedestrians. "It's been fun, but I've got to find some other newbies… And Cody. Winky face," she said while winking at them.

"Uh… Nice meeting you," Trent lied.

"TTYL!" Sierra ran off, probably in search of Cody.

Neither person said anything as she ran off, and Selena still clung onto Trent's arm. Breaking the silence, Trent raised an eyebrow and asked, "Cream of mushroom soup?"

Selena blushed, finally letting go of him. "Finny looked hungry!"

Golly. So many guests. Let's see if I can list them all…

Teenager by the Confession Booth, Shin the Ill-Tempered, Guitar-Playing Boyfriend, Casey the Ill-Tempered, Guitar-Playing Girlfriend, The Souvenir Kiosk Guy, Kelly the Not-So-Cleverly-Disguised Author Insertion (only mentioned), The Balloon Cart Person, The Steak Knife Juggler, Rosalinda (AKA Alejandro's sister, cuz I'm a dork who likes making OC relatives… I would have found a way to squeeze Alejandro in here, but this chapter's already too long), Mr. Valdez, the Brunette Woman, Steve, Bert, Customer who bought a magnet, Other Customer who wanted a shirt, Stranger Danger Boy, Lemonade Stand Customer, The Enemy Mobsters and the hounds that they released on Candace and Jovie, Wealthy Business Man, The Manicurist that Mia never paid, Wealthy Business Man, Pedestrian in front of Sierra, and… SIERRA THE SUPER SPECIAL GUEST!

And Lindsay.

Oh, wait. No, she wasn't here. I guess I'm not as predictable as I thought… :D

But we'll see who wins next time! And if they actually eat at McDonald's or not. Stay TOONED! ((Lol, Christian Potenza reference))