They drove around different neighborhoods for hours with no luck. Pretty soon, the sky got darker and the stars came out.

"We've been doing this for a while, maybe we should call it a night," Devin suggested.

"Guys!," Carrie spotted something.

"We can't give up, Devin," Sierra told her brother.

"I know, but it's getting really late, maybe we should just go back to the motel."

"Guys!"

The two siblings turned to Carrie as she stopped the car, "What?"

"Maybe he lives there."

They looked to their right and saw a large gate for one of the houses. It had Sam Small and Dakota Milton's faces engraved into it.

"That's it," Sierra smiled.

They got out of the car and looked at the large gates.

"So, what do we do now?," Carrie asked.

Devin looked around for something that might open the gate, but found nothing. He looked through the gate and saw the lights in the house were off, "There's no doorbell, and the house looks empty."

"Devin, throw me over," Sierra suddenly ordered.

"What?"

"Devin, just throw me over already!"

Devin shrugged, "Ok."

Devin picked Sierra up and prepared to throw her, "Ok, here we go."

"One, two, three!"

On three, he pulled up Sierra's leg and an audible crack! was heard.

Sierra winced, "That's good!"

Devin pulled up her other leg. Crack!

"Sorry," Devin apologized.

"No, it's good!"

Carrie studied the gate carefully before tapping Devin on the shoulder, "Guys, I think that's an electric fence."

"Carrie, it's Sam Small," Sierra reminded her.

"Ok sis, remember, head down," Devin told his sister.

"One, two, three!," they both counted down.

On three, Devin threw Sierra over.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!

Sierra fell to the ground after being electrocuted.

"It's an electric fence."

"Yep," Devin nodded.

As Sierra sat up, they saw her skin was partly burned and her ponytail was in the shape of a lighting bolt.

Devin's eyes widened at the condition of his sister, "Oh my gosh," he and Carrie ran over to her, "Sierra? Sierra? Sis, can you hear me?"

As Devin held her up, she spoke in a raspy voice, "Throw me again."

"No, no, I don't think that's a good idea."

"What kind of throw was that?"

Carrie looked ahead and tapped Devin on the shoulder, "Guys, I think there's someone coming."

"Excuse me?"

Aaaaaaaaaaa...

A bus for the Good Shepard Church Choir drove by.

Sierra's eyes widened. It was Sam Small himself.

"Are you ok? That was some fall you had."

Sierra passed out.

As Sierra recovered from her concussion, she could make out two figures standing over her.

"Hey, Sierra? Sierra, are you ok?," Devin asked as he and Carrie looked at her concerned.

She groaned and sat up on a couch. She looked around the room in confusion as she rubbed her head, "Where am I?"

"Ok, this is awesome. We're at Sam's house."

Sierra fell over.

"Oh, jeez. Sierra."

"No no no no no," Carrie lifted her back up. She sat down next to her and rubbed her back, "You ok?"

Sierra looked around again as Devin sat on her other side, "This-This is Sam's house?"

She looked in front of her and gasped. Sam was sitting right across from her.

"Anyhow, what can I do for you guys?," he asked.

Devin spoke up, "Let me just say, this is an honor for all of us to meet you, sir. But my sister, Sierra, has some really disturbing news for you."

A small robot suddenly entered the room with a tray of canned sodas, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

Sam frowned, "Not now, 80s Robot."

"Might I offer you a drink? Cap? New Quoke?"

"Oh, good grief," Sam muttered, "Listen, not right now, 80s Robot, please!"

"Bummer," 80s Robot backed into a vase before turning around.

"Watch out for the- -"

"Gag me with a spoon."

"Head for the door."

"Grody to the max."

80s Robot repeatedly bumped into the door, "Ow. Ow."

Sam turned back to the trio, "I'm really sorry about tha- -"

CRASH!

"Ow."

80s Robot broke through the door.

Sam cleared his throat, "Anyway, Sierra, what were you saying?"

"Yes, Chris McLean, the oil barren is- -"

"Yeah yeah. Oil barren Chris McLean, the wealthy philanthropist. You know, he's about to buy our old Total Drama Show theatre and turn it into a Total Drama museum. Isn't that great?," Sam smiled.

"No! I mean, uh..."

Carrie intervened, "What Sierra's trying to tell you is that Chris McLean has a secret plan to tear down the theatre and drill for oil."

Sam's eyes widened, "What?"

"The only way to save the studio is to raise, ten million dollars," Devin told him.

"Ten million dollars? That-That's impossible. I mean the only way to raise that much money would be to," Sam paused and sighed, "Put on a show. And I haven't seen the old gang in a long, long time."

Sam stood up sadly.

"I guess everyone sort of forgot about us."

Sierra watched her idol questionably as he walked out of the room.

Sam walked sadly down the hallway.

Sam: Is there more I could've said?

Now they're only pictures in my head

Sam looked at numerous portraits of his friends on the walls.

That's why my mood is pretty grey

Sometimes even kids have rainy days

He looked at one of the Electric Mayhem playing music. The band consisted of Beardo Benson, Rock Rankin, Taylor Tucker, Zeke Zeck, and Spud Sawyer.

Remember when the stage caved in while you were rocking out?

He looked at one of Swedish Sugar holding a chicken.

Who'd have thought your smorgasbord would be hard to live without?

He continued walking sadly.

If we could do it all again

Just another chance to entertain

He looked out the window.

Would anybody watch or even care?

Or did something break we can't repair?

He looked at one of Izzy Cassidy standing next to her cannon in her stunting suit. Sam smiled. Izzy was one of his closest friends.

Your cannonball trajectory, it always gave me hope

He looked at one of Owen Wagaman standing onstage telling jokes. Sam shook his head playfully.

They might've been unbearable, but I still loved your jokes

He frowned again.

Is there more I could've said?

Now they're only pictures in my head

He turned around and began to walk away. But then he heard a familiar voice.

"I didn't do it, I've been framed! Ah! Wocka wocka!"

Sam spun around and saw the picture of Owen had come to life and was now talking.

"Izzy the Incredible will ride this baby again!"

The picture of Izzy smiled.

"Es furn de shern dicky, es born de fin de chicky!"

The picture of Swedish Sugar spoke in Swedish and kissed her chicken on the head.

"This legato tune is posolutely, most transparently bringing me down."

The picture of the Electric Mayhem came to life and Beardo shook his head.

"For sure," Taylor nodded.

"One, two and a half!"

The band started playing a more upbeat tune.

Izzy: Can we do it all again?

Owen: Make them laugh like we did then?

Swedish Sugar: (Swedish) Back on stage where we belong

The Electric Mayhem: We could harmonize for one more song

The pictures stopped moving.

Sam walked over to a portrait covered by a sheet.

Sam: But I'm standing here instead

He lifted the sheet slightly, revealing the portrait was of Dakota Milton, Sam's old girlfriend.

He covered it back up sadly.

Now they're only pictures in my head

Sam sat down on the couch, depressed.

"Well, it sounds like you guys aren't getting back together anytime soon," Devin frowned.

Sam shook his head.

"This is going to be a really short FanFiction," Carrie commented.

"But, Sam, you have to try," Sierra told him, "The Total Drama Kids are amazing. You give people the greatest gift that can ever be given."

"Children?"

"No, the other gift."

"Ice cream?"

"No no, after that."

"...laughter?"

"YES! The third greatest gift ever!," Sierra stood up, "Sam, your fans never left you, the world hasn't forgotten. All you need to do is show them again!"

Sam thought for a moment, but shook his head no as he got up from his chair, "I don't think so, guys."

He sighed and began to walk away.

"Don't you see, Sam?," Sierra asked, "It's time to play the music."

"It's time to light the lights," Devin continued.

"It's time to meet the Kids," Carrie sang.

Sam stopped next to his piano. He played a few bars of the Total Drama Show theme song.

Sierra watched him from the couch, "Please, Sam. You're my hero."

Sam's ears perked up.

Sierra held up her wrist. She was still wearing the Sam Small watch she got for her thirteenth birthday, "You're on my watch."

Sam thought for a moment.

"Well, I guess," he turned around, "We could try."

"We?"

"Well, yeah. Listen, if I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna need some moral support."

Devin smiled, "Well, that's perfect. We're experts at moral support."

Sierra nodded, "Yeah!"

"Good," Sam smiled, "I guess if we're gonna go, we better get going. We've got a lot of kids to find."

"Oh, great! But wait, how do we find them?," Sierra asked.

"Didn't you guys read our first story?," Sam crossed his arms and smiled, "We drive."

They all got into Sam's long black car. 80s Robot drove while Sam sat in the passenger seat and Devin, Carrie and Sierra sat in the back.

Once they were on the road, Carrie smiled, "So, where do we go first?"

"I shall take the liberty of using my modem to locate the TD Kids," 80s Robot informed.

"Ok, great," Sam smiled.

Suddenly, the car was filled with loud beeping and static, causing the others to cover their ears.

"Oh, stop it!"

"Ah!"

"Ow!"

"In the name of all that's sacred, let it end!"

Finally, it stopped.

"R-E-N-O. That spells 'Reno.' "