They dropped off Topher, Mary, Ellody, Carly, Beardo, Rock, Taylor, Zeke, Crazy Leonard and Swedish Sugar at the studio before they headed to France.
They traveled across the U.S.A. and the Atlantic Ocean, until they finally arrived on the Mediterranean Coast of France.
They drove out of the water and pulled up onto the beach, alarming several bystanders.
Devin rolled down the window and took a deep breath.
Sam, Owen, Izzy, Cody, Rodney, Spud, Sierra, Devin and Carrie smiled.
"TO PARIS!"
They went to Vogue Magazine, where 80s Robot said Dakota was.
"Look at these ceilings!," Sierra awed at how high they were.
"Yeah, people must be really tall here," Owen guessed.
"Yeah, very nice," Sam nodded as they entered the front office.
There was a woman on her computer who didn't seem to notice them.
"Uh, hi there. Excuse me. Miss? Pardon me, ma'am?"
She finally noticed them.
"Hi there. We're here to see Dakota Milton, and it's urgent."
"Urgent! Urgent!," Spud yelled.
"Is it urgent?," she smirked.
"Very," Sam nodded.
"Let's have a look than, shall we?," she looked at her computer, "She has an opening in, early September."
"Early September? That's like six months from now!," Sierra frowned.
"That's nothing, once I had to wait a whole year for September," Owen told her.
The woman frowned, "She is the plus-size editor. She's a huge deal and extremely busy. You can't just pop in without an appointment."
"Ok, thank you," Sam thanked her and they all left.
"Close the on your way out," she told them. And they did as told.
Everyone frowned at their failed chance to talk to Dakota.
Then Owen noticed a large man with a mustache wearing a beret and a large coat.
"Guys!"
They looked at him confused.
"Kid Man!"
The other Kids smiled and nodded.
"Yeah!," Rodney nodded.
"That could work!," Cody smiled.
"Nobody notices Kid Man!," Izzy smiled.
The woman was still working in her office until she heard someone knocking on her door.
The door opened, and a tall 'man' was standing by the door frame, "Hello."
Owen was at the top wearing a beret and mustache. Cody's hands were showing in the right sleeve, while Owen's left hand was in the left one. Sam was the upper chest, Rodney was the waist, and Izzy and Spud were the legs.
She watched as 'he' walked in very wobbly, and audible grunting could be heard as 'he' walked up to her, "I have an appointment."
"Oh, ok. Um," she stood up awkwardly, "Could you wait here a moment?"
She left the room.
Dakota Milton was in her office. She had to choose one of three dresses for the front page.
"Decisions, decisions. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo. I choose," but she was too focused on her donuts, "You!"
She picked up the donut she chose and giggled as she ate it.
The woman knocked on her door before opening it, "Mademoiselle Milton?"
"(Mouth Full) Can't you see I'm busy here?," Dakota licked her lips.
"Of course. There's a, man here to see you. He does have an appointment."
As Dakota finished licking her fingers, she looked up confused, "An appointment? That's weird," she muttered, "Well, why didn't you say so? Send him in!"
"Right away, sorry," she left to go get 'him.'
Dakota fixed her hair and waited for the door to open.
Kid Man opened the door and Owen chuckled as he waved nervously to Dakota.
"Remember, left foot, right foot," Sam whispered from inside the coat.
"Hello," Owen greeted before he bumped into a lamp, causing the top to fall off.
"What the?," Dakota raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, that looked expensive."
Owen struggled to keep his balance as Izzy and Spud walked towards the desk. They finally stopped and Owen tried to look professional.
Dakota tapped her chin, "You look familiar."
"So do you!"
Cody's arms swung in a full circle.
"Please, have a seat," Dakota gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
"Yes, we're going to have a seat now."
They moved over to the chair.
"No no no, don't sit down!," Rodney quickly stopped them.
They stood back up, "Oh, sorry! Whoa!," Owen screamed as the entire waist spun in a full circle.
Izzy suddenly slipped. Her eyes widened, "Oh no! Message to head! Left leg in trouble! Going down! LEFT LEG GOING DOWN!"
Kid Man fell down.
"What?!," Dakota leaned over her desk.
Everyone got out of the suit and groaned in pain.
"Ugh!," Dakota banged her head on the desk three times. She got up and face palmed, "I can't believe I fell for Kid Man!"
Devin, Carrie and Sierra walked in and helped the Kids out of the suit.
"You guys ok?," Carrie asked.
"Is anyone hurt?," Devin asked.
Sam rubbed his head as he got himself out.
Dakota's jaw dropped. Her eye sparkled, "Sam?"
Sam looked up nervously, "Hello Dakota."
Dakota's mouth curved into a wide smile as Sam stood up, "Sam!," she got out of her chair and ran around her desk, "Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam!"
Dakota jumped onto Sam and they both fell on the floor.
"Kissy kissy!," Dakota started kissing his cheeks while the others watched.
"WAIT!," she suddenly stood up, "What am I doing?! I promised myself I'd never go back!," Sam stood up and brushed himself off, "I am woman! I am strong!," she glared at Sam, "You must leave at once! Sors d'ici!"
They all started to leave.
"No no! Wait! Wait!," Sierra stopped them. She turned to Dakota, "Dakota! The Total Drama Studios are in danger."
Dakota's eyebrows shot up, "In danger? Our studios?," she turned back to her ex, "Sam!"
Sam nodded sadly, "It's true, Dakota. And we need to do The Total Drama Show again. We need you."
Dakota crossed her arms. She turned to the others, "Before I decide anything, I need to talk with you, Small," she glared at Sam, "Moi de vous."
The others stepped closer.
"Alone."
Later that evening, Dakota and Sam walked around town, talking to each other for the first time in years.
"Dakota? Last time we were together, I said some things I regret," Sam began.
"No. No, Sam. You were just being honest. You never intended to marry me. Not even after I built us a house where we could raise mini-kids and grow old together," Dakota crossed her arms.
"Well, who do you think's been taking care of that house all these years, huh?"
Dakota stopped.
"Dakota, why do you always have to be so overdramatic about things?," he finally asked, "You know, it leaves me no choice but to do things that hurt you."
"I am who I am. Why can't you just accept that about me?"
"Look, this is not about you and me."
"It's never about you and me, is it? It's always we. We this, we that. 'We' need you. You can't even say, 'I need you,' can you?"
"Dakota..."
Dakota frowned, "I'm sorry, Sam. But I have a life here. A life I've made for myself," she began to walk away.
"Dakota!," Sam called out.
"Just remember, Sam," she turned her head back to him, "I can't be replaced."
She turned around, and left.
Sam got into the car, where the others were waiting for him.
He closed the door behind him and frowned sadly.
"Sam? What happened? Where's Dakota?," Owen asked.
"She's not coming, Owen."
They all gasped.
"B-But Sam, we always worked together. We can't do this without Dakota. No one will give us a show without her."
"We'll be fine, Owen," he reassured his best friend, "We'll be fine. We just...We'll just have to come up with something else."
Dakota was back in her office. She pulled one of her desk drawers open and took out an old photo with a tear along the left hand side as if it had been torn. It was a picture of Sam in his tux from the wedding in Total Drama Takes Manhattan.
She sighed, "Sam."
She held the picture to her chest.
80s Robot began to drive them back home.
"Ok, I've got an idea. We need a girl that can sing," Sam decided.
"Sam, who could possibly replace Dakota?," Owen asked.