The next morning, Sam called everyone to the stage.
"Ok, gather around, troops! Everybody, time to get this rehearsal going," he turned to Cody, "Cody, is everybody here?"
"Almost everyone, chief," the stage manager told him.
Dakoota suddenly pushed some of the Kids over and walked over to Sam with a handful of Dakota's old dresses, "Hey, anybody got any kerosene? I wanna take these old dresses out back and burn 'em."
"Hold it right there, smokey!"
Sam didn't know how else to react. He looked across the theatre and saw someone he knew all too well.
"Dakota?"
Sure enough, it was. Dakota walked towards the stage as a bellhop wheeled her luggage on a dolly.
Dakoota smirked, "Well well, look what the cat dragged in," she dropped the dresses.
"Come on, keep it up, Maurice!," Dakota told the bellhop.
"Sorry, Dakota. You've been replaced, permanently."
Dakota walked up onstage and walked up to Dakoota, "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, I don't think so...sister?," Dakota raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you calling sister, sister?"
"Oh, look, an omelet station," Dakota pointed across the room.
"Oh, where?," Dakoota bought it and looked.
"HI-YA!"
Dakota punched her to the ground.
"There's only one Dakota Milton, and she is moi."
Dakoota got back up and glared, "Yeah, well you ain't seen the last of me! I'll be back!"
Dakoota ran off.
"Yeah, yeah. Heard of mouthwash?!," Dakota shot back.
The other Kids smiled and welcomed her back.
"Alright, alright, don't crowd me!"
They all went to their dressing rooms.
"Well, she sure hasn't changed," Cody commented.
Sam walked up to her, "Dakota? You came back."
Dakota glared, "I'm not here for you, Sam. I'm here for them," she gestured to the others, but they were already in their dressing rooms. She turned back to Sam, "And besides, when this show's done, I'm catching the next plane back to my life in Paris."
"Ok, Dakota, ok. Places for the opening number, everybody!," Sam walked off.
Dakota growled as she watched him walk away.
Sam saw Veronica sit down in the audience with her eyes hooked on her phone and a coffee in her other hand.
"Oh, good morning, Veronica."
"Morning, Small."
"Ok, everybody, let's take it from the top," Sam sat down in the front row.
The Electric Mayhem started playing the music, but they weren't playing together.
DJ ran onstage, "Whoa!"
"No, DJ, you missed your cue!"
"I know!," DJ slid offstage and crashed.
"There's kind of a rhythm to this, you know?"
Owen started his opening comedy routine, "Uh, oh! And if you like that one, what's the bear capital of the world? Mos-cow!"
Sam shook his head.
Crazy Leonard laughed and pressed the plunger.
BOOM!
Only to blow up himself instead of the dynamite.
Sam peaked from his covered eyes.
"HA!," Crazy Leonard fell over.
The girls tried to do their verse, but they kept bumping into each other.
Girls: It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
"Two, three, four!"
The boys had a similar problem.
Boys: It's time to put on make-up
It's time to dress up right
Then B got stuck in the set and Katie, Sadie and DJ had to pull him out.
"Hey guys, stop! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut," the music stopped, "What's the problem?"
"We can't keep time without the drums, man! We need drums!," Rock told his boss.
Spud growled.
Rock's eyes widened and he turned to his friend, "Oh, sorry Spud."
"No drums! No drums! Jack Black said no drums!," Spud ran off.
"Spud, heel! Sit!"
"In control."
Sam sighed, "Who's next?," he looked behind him, "Oh."
He walked over to Sierra, who was fixing one of the curtains.
"Hey Sierra?"
"Oh," Sierra paused and turned to him, "Yes Sam?"
"You think you might wanna help us out here? Maybe do something in the show?"
Sierra sighed, "Sam, you know, you've been so nice to me, but I have to face the facts. See, the Kids of Total Drama are so talented- -"
"Hey guys, check it out! Fart shoes!," Owen was wearing shoes with a whoopee cushion tied to the bottom of each one. Each time he stepped, they made a fart noise, "Patent pending!"
Sam shrugged.
"And, I don't have any talent at all. The truth is," she sighed, "I can't perform with you guys. I feel like a phony just being here."
"Sierra, just because you haven't found your talent yet, doesn't mean you don't have one. If you look inside yourself, I'm sure you'll find something that you're really good at."
Sierra thought about what he said for a moment. She nodded, "Ok, Sam. I'll try."
Meanwhile, Carrie had been shopping around town by herself and her arms were filled with shopping bags and pamphlets. She decided to stop for lunch at Mel's Drive-In.
She walked up to the hostess, "Welcome. How any in your party, two?"
"Um, no. Just the one."
She chuckled, "Alright, party of one, follow me."
Carrie sat down at her table.
Carrie: I look around, and once again, I'm on my own
My man ain't here
He's gone and done me wrong
No one's gonna stop this girl from having fun
I throw my hands up high and have a party for one!
I'm having a me party
A party by myself
A me party
I don't need nobody else
I'm having a me party
I'm the first and last to show
There's no one at this party that I don't already know
Dakota was in her dressing room.
Dakota: I'm not gonna sit around by myself and wait for you
Haven't you heard?
One is the new two!
I'm gonna make a scene
I'm gonna make a fuss!
Tonight, I'm gonna celebrate with just the one of us
I'm having a me party
I don't need no invitation
A me party
I just love the conversation
Me party
I need no one else there too
You do the math, Small!
It means I don't need you
Carrie frowned sadly as she thought of Devin.
Carrie: I won't lie, there are times when I wish I was with you
There are days when all this girl can see is a world that's made for two
At times like this, I feel all alone and feel like nobody cares
But I only have to call my name, and darling, I'll be there!
Both: I'm having a me party!
Haven't I see me here before?
A me party!
I'm the last one on the dance floor
Me party!
A party just for moi
Me party
It's a solo mardi-gras!
I'm having a me party!
I'm such good company
A me party!
I saved the last dance for me
Dakota: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Carrie: Whoaaaaaaaaaaa
What happens at a me party, stays at a me party!
"Excuse me, miss, are you expecting anyone else?," a waitress asked Carrie.
"Oh, no. No, it's just me. Party of one," Carrie picked up her menu.
Back at the theatre, Cody was going over the set list on his clipboard.
"Ok, cue 17 is Owen's intro."
"Hey, Cody? What's left?," Sam asked, walking up to him.
"Oh, uh," Cody checked his clipboard, "It's you, chief!"
"What?"
"Your duet. With Dakota."
Sam knocked on Dakota's door before entering. She was dancing in one of her many dresses with her back turned to Sam.
"Dakota?"
"Hm?," Dakota turned around.
"We're all out front practicing our acts and it seems that everybody expects you and I to do a duet, so- -"
"Oh, that's so lovely, but I'm afraid I can't. You see, I'm already doing a duet with my new dance partner," she stepped aside, revealing Alejandro Burromuerto.
"Hola," his smile flashed, "Now now, break it up, por favor, we're rehearsing."
"Excuse us," Dakota excused Sam.
Sam sighed and left the room.
"Let's try that lift again, shall we?," Dakota walked to the other side of the room.
Alejandro sighed, "Ok, but on my count this time, alright?," he held out his arms, "One, two, thre- -No wait!"
Dakota started too early and they both fell down.
"Good grief," Sam muttered under his breath as he walked down the hall.
"Sam!," he looked up and saw Veronica speed-walking towards him, "There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Nice to see you too, Veronica."
"Who's hosting? Did you find a celebrity?"
"Yeah, well, I've wanted to talk to you about that, because, uh, well, actually, I'm kind of a celebrity."
"You?," Veronica scoffed, "No. Sam, listen. I will not air the show unless you find a real celebrity host. I will rerun Benson if I have to."
Veronica walked off.
"Yeah, the thing is, Veronica, that's kind of impossible because the show's in twelve hours! Twelve hours!," Sam called out as she left, "I might as well just go ask Chris McLean to give us the studio back!"
Sam paused. His eyes widened. Maybe he could ask him.