Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama. It belongs to its owners.

Total Drama has been of the most popular reality shows to hit international television. Not just because there's drama, comedy, fails, epic wins, wipeouts, and the stereotypes in it. There's also seems to have love going on between contestants. And when I say 'love' I don't mean like the Daters kind of love where they just make out with each other just because they met two months ago and have a lot in common. I'm talking about the normal stages of romance. When I checked the updates for the Ridonculous Race, it seems I'm the one who seems to be talked most about along with Kitty right next to Devin and Carrie. Sounds good, doesn't it?

Trust me... it's not.

I mean let's be serious okay? We've only met for a couple episodes and we seem to becoming good friends. Not as great as 'Best Friends', but you know... normal people friends like Owen and Noah. It's just that... you see... okay. Back to the main part of the story.

Sky and I sprinted to the Don Box after the first three teams received their tips. My cousin gasped then cheered in excitement, "YES! We're going to Paris!"

I wasn't ready to get excited knowing Total Drama, "Paris, France or Paris, Texas?"

"France."

"YEAH!" I pumped a fist in the air in victory. I keep forgetting that Chris isn't in charge of this show.

(Dual Confessional: Desert Highway)

Zane: *Smiling* I've always wanted to go to Paris, France. The art, monuments, culture, it's no wonder it's at the world's center for popularity.

Sky: You seem really excited to go there.

Zane: *Shrugs* Not as excited as them. *Points to the Fashion Bloggers*

Tom & Jen: EEEEEEE!

We had to drive on the scooters to get to the airport down on the highway. I drove while Sky had to hang on for her life. Seriously, I was past the meaning of FAST! I didn't even realize it until Sky was hanging tightly onto me to the point I thought she would crack one of my ribs.

"Slow down Zane! I can barely hang on!" She yelled.

"Sorry, Sky! But we can't afford to slow down if we want to get a head start!" I screamed back to her.

"But the first nine teams will be on the same plane!"

"Oh, then I've played too much Need for Speed," I sheepishly admitted and slowed down a little. But in all honesty, racing is thrill and heart of the world. Nothing gives you the most freedom when you fly out of the nest.

I then heard MacArthur making a siren sound behind us as we caught up to the Best Friends.

"It's the Cadets!" Carrie pointed to them as they passed. Soon enough the Ice Dancers caught up, who were smiling at the cameras. Shouldn't they be keeping their EYES ON THE ROAD? Besides that, all of me wanted to speed things up a little.

"Okay! GAME ON!" I revved the scooter and flew passed all of them, making Sky scream in terror. What can I say? I just resist the feeling of going at the speed of light. We were about to crash into the airport lounge, but I stopped in time, "Huh, that wasn't so bad right Sky?" I only saw her the frightened expression while she was shaking, "Sky?"

(Confessional: Airport)

Sky: *Glares* I know he likes the thrill of going fast and racing on a motor, but come on! Who does he think he is, Speed Racer?

After resting slash recovering from recent personal record of breaking the sound barrier on the plane, we ran to our cabs and told the driver to take us to the Eiffel Tower. A little bit of time was taken as we approached the Don Box behind the Cadets and Ice Dancers.

"Huh, it's a Botch-or-Watch." MacArthur read from the tip.

Don, who was standing near some kind of critic, "At this Botch-or-Watch, whoever didn't eat stew in Morocco must draw a caricature of their partner. When this local French artist approves of your drawing, you'll receive your next tip." More cars arrived which meant all the first teams were here.

"Quick, get drawing!" Sky suggested, more like commanded me. She posed as if getting ready for a Track and Field event. For my caricature, I drew a picture of Sky winning every Olympic event that she could dream of. What can I say? She has a lot of determination. The artist approves of us and gave us our travel tip before he checked Noah's picture.

He showed us the caricature of Owen eating the Eiffel Tower. We shared a laugh and even The Party Guy himself (though he had no idea what his friend drew), "Wait, I'm wanna see the picture." He said after Noah grabbed his arm. Trust me, you don't.

I read, "Go down, down, down, to find the cheese so round where your next tip is found." We glanced down a hole at the ground that appeared to reveal catacombs below us full of skulls, "Well, I've been through worse. Let's go." Both of us jumped down before we ran through the catacombs.

"This should be easy. All we have to do is take the tunnel forward," Sky said just as we stopped to see three tunnels.

"Which one?" I asked, "There's gotta be a network full of 'em to the next part!"

"How about...this one?" She pointed down the middle one. We tried the tunnel until we were in a room surrounded by tunnels.

"Oh, great..." I frowned.

(Dual Confessional: Cavern)

Zane: Now I know exactly how I mouse feels when it's trying to find cheese through a place it has no idea where to go.

Sky: *Shakes her head in agreement*

"So... how about the one on the right?" We bolted down our guess and bumped into Owen... again. Man, we've been seeing a lot of him lately.

"Owen?" I released.

"Guys! This is an emergency! Have you seen the bathroom?!" He questioned in a hurry. We glanced at each other before we shook our heads, "AAAAHHHH!"

"What's up with him?" Sky pointed as he ran down.

"That stew in Morocco's probably catching up with him," I answered right before we sprinted down another tunnel. After a while of wandering, we heard a sound, "Do you hear water?" My cousin and I ran down toward the sound where there was a pile of big, round cheese waiting for contestants, "Yeah!"

Sky read the sign, "Take your cheese and sail your way to where the Mona Lisa's on display,"

"Louvre, it is," I translated while I threw down cheese grabbing the paddles. When Sky and I were on the water... well... let's just say we were pretty much a speed boat compared to everyone else. Mostly because we were able to catch up to the Surfers and Best Friends as they raced down the river. Not only that, but I noticed Carrie staring at Devin as if she was dreaming.

As we got up the stairs, Sky and I rolled our cheese to the chill zone at Louvre and came behind both teams, "5th place," Don said to us.

Eh, no biggie. We moved down a place. At least we're nowhere near last place.

It was a little bit before the Reality TV Pros caught up after the Sisters, "20 minute penalty," Don announced toward them. Great, what did they do? I mean, I've like Owen since the first season then Noah in World Tour, but how did they mess up?

"Wha-what? Why?" Owen asked him.

"Because the challenge was to sail the cheese down the river," He explained.

"But it's inside me! I AM cheese!" He ate the entire thing?! I didn't think that was possible!

"That you are. Now, step aside and hope you aren't the last to place."

Sky and I gave worried looks toward each other then the Pros, "Oh, boy."

(Confessional: Louvre)

Zane: I was gonna talk to Sky about forming an alliance with Owen and Noah, but it looks like they have their hands full.

After more and more race past, the Pros had three minutes of their penalty left, "Oh, no. Here come the Tennis Rivals!" Owen pointed as they came up the stairs... slowly. Pete lost grip on the cheese and it rolled over Garry.

A minute later, they got back up the stairs again with the cheese. Still, they were moving so slow and snail went past them. I'm not sure whether to be worried for the Pros or just laugh at this.

"Reality TV Pros, you're penalty is up!" Don announced. Both teams jumped on the carpet at the same time with Garry's foot out.

"It's a tie! We all stay!" He cheered.

"Not quite, I'm afraid you're going home," Ooh, so close.

"What? Why?!" Pete glared.

"You're foot wasn't completely on the carpet. It was just out," Sky and I sighed in relief. Well, I guess Owen and Noah win by a nose... or in this case a foot.

Garry stood up, "WHAT?! Do you need glasses fool?! The foot was inside!" That's ironic coming from someone who's 80, or 70, or whatever.

"I do not need glasses and your foot was out," Don replied.

"It was in!"

"It was out."

"In!"

"Out."

"IN!"

"That's match and you're out!" He pointed to them to leave.

Thank goodness Owen and Noah are still in.