Total Drama World Tour: Pharaoh's Gold, Part 2

Picking up where we left off, the cast and Chris were about to board the mammoth jet, ready for season three of Total Drama, as they were ready for a worldwide journey. However, they were met with the infamous homeschooler who was booted first back in Total Drama Island for his sexist comments. He heaved and panted as he picked himself up, brushing himself off of any debris or dirt. The host was annoyed by his presence, as he wasn't on the list to come back.

"Ezekiel, dude," Chris placed his hands on his sides, "Last I checked, you weren't supposed to be here. What are you doing, chewing up our schedule?"

"I'm here to plead my case on why I should be participating in the new season!" Ezekiel triumphantly exclaimed, "I know I've made a lot of screw-ups, bro, but I've learned!" But Chris was not buying it.

"No offense, dude," he tells him, "But you were never invited. Period. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a show to host…" Just as Chris was about to turn, Ezekiel insistingly placed his hand on the host's shoulder.

"Yo, come on!" he begged, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, you're less recognized than I am!" Ebonie spoke up, which made the people surrounding her laugh at the homeschooler.

"Okay, I don't know if I know you…" Ezekiel pointed to the child star, "But I think I may have recognized you, eh? Aren't you that girl who works at the nearby laundromat?" This made Ebonie scowl at him.

"Hon, I was the youngest child from the show Crowded!" she stated her case, "The cameras loved me and, man, you should've seen it season to season! Now, I'm one of Canada's youngest R&B singers! I'm making a NAME of myself, y'know what I'm sayin'?" The child star was in Ezekiel's face as she was ranting and raving, but she stood at least several inches away from his head, her hands placed on her hips, "What kind of name are you making, dude?" Ezekiel let out a scoff.

"One that's gonna reap fire, eh?" he proclaimed.

"Did someone say fire?!" Howie jumped in, to which Wylie took him by the pants, reaching for his underwear. As soon as he found them, he yanked them hard, causing the destruction-bringer to yelp in pain. "A little help here?" he groaned, before the wrestler shoved him to the ground.

"Look at me!" Zeke kept bragging about himself, "I was born for this season! The Zeke is in the house, yo! Yeah!" He pointed to himself with both of his hands, trying to emphasize his point, but everyone wasn't too thrilled. Someone let out an audibly noticeable yawn.

"Boring, next?" Topher folded his arms, not wanting to listen to the homeschool's pleas.

"Yeah, in case everyone isn't aware," Bronagh was the next one piping up, "You're the idiot who got voted out first last time. Y'know, you're a sexist pig, remember?"

"Oh I know my past, eh?" Ezekiel confidently explained to the basketballer, "But no worries, I spent every minute making sure that don't happen again. I'm stronger, faster, smarter-"

"Chattier, blabbier, can't-stop-wasting-timier," Chris rolled his eyes, impatiently looking at his wristwatch, "You're not in the game, dude! Now get out of our way so that we can get this bird in flight!" Everyone else was visibly annoyed with Ezekiel. By this time, they'd be up in the air for their first destination.

"You heard him, pal!" Topher agreed, "We don't have time to pick up any damaged goods lying around!" That statement got on Zeke's nerves.

"What'd you call me, homes?" he inquired, staring daggers at the nonchalant host hopeful, "I am sooo not damaged goods, eh?" He turned to the rest of the contestants, especially his fellow veterans, "Right, guys?"

But none of the veterans seemed trifled to want to back him up, especially the girls, who were hesitant, knowing his history. But then someone stepped up to the plate to confront the homeschooler.

"Name your price," Topher requested to the prairie boy, hoping that a bribe would get him off their backs, "My uncle's a reality show host, and he can give you something if you promise to leave!"

"Tell ya what, eh?" Ezekiel responded, "How 'bout I leave you this statement: The only price I'll get is the one-million dollar prize when I win the entire game!" Topher groaned and rubbed his forehead. Not even a bribe could work.

"Zeke?" Sierra came in between him and Topher, smiling. Zeke nodded as the fangirl continued, "I understand that you've had some sort of history with sexism, but seeing that you're so desperate in wanting to see us off, I wouldn't mind if you would join our tour, just for a little while-" Sierra was about to finish her sentence, but Ezekiel was too perked up to let her.

"Really?!" Ezekiel exclaimed. But Sierra wasn't the only one who wanted to voice their offer in compromise.

"Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to let him have a little tour of the plane," Eva heaved a heavy sigh, shrugging, "Then we can let him go." She's not too fond of Ezekiel, as she almost tried to beat him up for the sexist comments he made, but if it's the only thing that'll make him clam up.

"Uh, what are you guys talking about?" Chris queried the girls, an eyebrow raised, "This tour is for competitors only!"

"True," Alejandro was the next contestant to speak up, "But Ezekiel did travel all this way by bike to come here, which takes a lot of courage to do so, admittedly. I figured we can just let him spend time to see how this game works before we have to leave."

"I agree…" Randy stated, "I'm not too fond of Ezekiel myself, but this sounds like a reasonable compromise."

"Yeah, but-" Chris tried to argue, since they're running out of time to leave. But he was interrupted by a heavy groan.

"Just let him stay and then we can discard him!" Ebonie demanded, "My heels are hurtin' my feet, and I just want to get off this ground!" This made Chris groan himself, not wanting to go through with it.

"Alright, fine!" he barked, turning to Ezekiel, "Ezekiel, dude, I'll let you board the plane. But just keep your mouth shut as much as possible, and maybe… MAYBE, you can participate as a contestant…"

"Really?!" Ezekiel gasped in excitement.

"Yeah, now let's go before I change my mind and call airport security!" Chris snapped, ordering not only Ezekiel, but the rest of the contestants, on the plane for their tour.

"Alright, eh?!" Ezekiel cheered, "Look out world, here comes the Zeke, to the KI-EL!" The prairie boy had a head start ahead of the others and ran inside the plane. Everyone else awkwardly looked on, unsure of what to say about the situation, but they slowly started to follow him inside. Topher, in particular, looked back at an agitated Chris.

"I'm sorry, Chris," he apologized, "I tried."

"Uh, thank you, Topher…" Chris sighed, but then he leaned in so that only the male fanboy could hear him, "Between you and me, I'm still not letting him on this show." Topher chuckled, holding up his right pinky as if to say that Chris' secret is safe with him. He turned around and ran behind the rest of the contestants, with Chris bringing up the caboose.

The camera cuts to the jet interior, where it shows a poorly lit room surrounded with steel walls. A few overhead lights were hanging on the ceiling, but they looked as if they'd seen better days. A few tables were seen, but instead of chairs, there were wooden crates and small aluminum trash cans that filled their replacements.

"This is the dining area," Chris introduced everyone to the interior, more chipper than the previous scene, leading the contestants and Ezekeil inside, "Where you'll enjoy in-flight meals."

"Excuse me, Chris?" Jasmine raised her hand, "Is there a ladies room I could use?"

"Just through there." Chris pointed his thumb to the back of the room, to a narrow hallway.

"About time…" Jasmine said, as she strutted across, "'Cause girls like me gotta let it all out…"

*Confessional*

Jasmine: (walks into the restroom/confessional room, which had a couple of old stains on the walls and a small window outside with a barely-usable curtain. As soon as Jasmine shuts the door, she was about to squat into the toilet, but she notices the camera) Oh, you've gotta be kiddin' me! Can't a sister get a little privacy on this program?"

*End Confessional*

Chris turns around to see an annoyed Jasmine stomp past him. "All better?" he asked her.

"I will be if you disable that tape!" she spat, before rejoining the rest.

"Hey, Chris?" Topher raised his hand, "You mentioned that we were going to be doing musical numbers throughout this season. Care to elaborate for us?"

"Thank you for reminding me, Topher!" Chris smiled back at the host hopeful, "He's right, singing reality shows are huge, that's why we're doing it for this season… so far this season…"

Bronagh spoke up with a complaint, her left arm holding her basketball, "None of us know how to sing, so why-", but she was cut off by a loud 'Ahem!', to which the camera pans over to Ebonie, who was annoyed that she had neglected her experience as an actual singer. Bronagh let out a scoff and rephrased her last sentence, "Not a lot of us, why are you doing this to us?"

"Because," Chris responded, "The worse the singing, the higher the ratings! Which, is why on this show, there will be no vocal coaches, or rehearsals, or warnings!" People started to voice their disapproval, while others had the opposite reactions as them.

"Singing without any practice?" Topher gasped with joy, "That's a brilliant idea!"

"More like a terrible idea…" Bree shot Topher down, "Nobody likes to be forced to sing without assistance. It's why back in my church, we have choirs who practice with hymn sheets."

"Well I don't think it's a bad idea!" Ebonie agreed, "Y'all are gonna make way for the expert here!" She chuckled as she strutted to be in front of the group, "I'll show y'all what it takes to be an awesome singer…" She points to herself with her thumb, before blowing a kiss to everyone. No one reacted at first, but Bronagh started to make choking noises.

"Ahhhh," she feigned a strangled scream, "It burns, it burns!" She slowly made her way to the ground, still (fake) choking on Ebonie's blow-kiss. No one else came to her aid, as they all stared at her with contempt plain. Bronagh stopped fake-choking, "Oh come on, it was funny too!" she exclaimed, exasperated.

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't want to do CPR on ya, girlie." Momma DJ shook her head, her arms on her hips.

"Alright passengers!" Chris announced again, beckoning them to continue the tour, "Let's move on!"

Everyone is now in another area, near the back of the plane. It was a large section that was filled with rickety wooden benches, seatbelts on the walls, and a few overhead compartments (assuming they're still usable). The section behind the dining area was barren, with any source of life being that it was filled with Chris, the contestants, and Ezekiel; the tour still occurring.

"Losing teams will enjoy luxurious economy class accommodations between destinations." Chris narrates.

"And so where are our beds?" asked Giovanna.

"Over there!" Chris points to the seatbelts attached to the walls, which were indeed losing teams' designated sleeping functions.

"Hey, careful what you might show to us," Bronagh piped up, elbowing Randy, "Someone might wanna sue you for emotional damage…"

"You do realize that if I try to do anything to sue him, he's gonna loophole his way out of it, right?" Randy asked, which annoyed a few people surrounding him.

"So this means I have to rest my bones on that?" Eva grumbled, having the thought of sleeping sitting up on wood, strapped with seatbelts.

"No comfort for losers!" Chris states with all enthusiasm, "Safety harnesses, and an emergency exit, but no comfort here, here, or here!" Sierra walks up to the host, sharing the same enthusiasm as the host, guffawing.

"OMG, Chris, I am just LOL!" Sierra laughed. However, she was met with a drag backwards.

"Hey, relax there, Sierra." Topher sternly informed her, "I don't care how much fructose syrup you have in your veins, but you're invading his personal space, and that's valuable for a person!" But this comment annoyed Sierra.

"Excuse me," Sierra placed her hands on her hips, "But how many blogs have you written? And how much have you learned about Total Drama's two seasons?"

"I've learned plenty." Topher retorted, not backing down, "And by the way, don't you have a geek to be fawning over?"

"Well he isn't here right now!" Sierra fired back, "Though he would make a sexy god, and he'd be strong, and powerful, and cute, and he'd-"

As Sierra was rambling on and on about Cody, the camera showed a few other contestants in the group, particularly Lightning, who wore a face of determination and seriousness.

"Alright!" he said, "Let Lightning make it sha-clear to y'all! Lightning does not, repeat, NOT, like losin', and Lightning does NOT want his team to be in this crapstink!" He gestures to the economy seats they'd have to sleep in, "If anyone makes my team lose," He reaches out to grab Cameron by the collar of his sweatshirt, "This guy gets it!"

"But how would we know if the two of us are on the same team?" the bubble boy asked, "I mean, if I've done the math, there's twenty-six contestants, and odds are, none of us would be on the same-" But Lightning lets the bubble boy go before he could finish, causing him to hit the ground.

*Confessional*

Cameron: (applying hand sanitizer to his hands) I'm what's known as a 'Bubble Boy'. Growing up, my mom was really overprotective. So this is the first time I'm going somewhere outside my house, and my bubble. I've never done anything before! Except read and sigh a lot. (sighs) But that doesn't mean that I'm not a force to be reckoned with! (notices falling dust from the vent overhead) No way! Light gray accumulations of ventilating fibers! Maybe I can start a lint collection! (holds out the lint, but yelps in agony when the dust weighs him down, with crunching being heard) Oh, it's so heavy! (falls on the toilet)

*End Confessional*

Back at economy, while Cameron was doing his confessional…

"I know where we oughta be!" Sugar exclaimed, "We should be in the Winners' suites!"

"She's right, eh?" Ezekiel agreed, "I ain't never gonna sit back here!" Katie glared at the homeschool boy.

"And you never will," Katie brushes him to the side, "'Cause you're not coming back."

"Oh yes I am, eh?" Ezekiel countered, "I was born to win this season, and it's all gonna make sense once we get to our first destination!" Katie, now visibly mad at the homeschooler, turns around on her heels and gets closer to him.

"Zeke, how should I tell you this?" she confronts him, "Hmm, let me think… Oh yeah! YOU ARE NOT PARTICIPATING! END OF STORY!" Katie shouted in his face, hoping that he could finally get the message. But someone, in particular, jumps in to separate the two.

"Chica, I'm sensing a load of aggression inside you." Alejandro says in a suave voice, "You must be restless and exhausted from waiting, and it's something I can understand."

"Of course!" Sadie joins in the conversation, "Why else are we standing around in our high heels, aching our feet?" The chubby girl brushes off the dirt from the bottom of her heel soles.

"Don't worry," Alejandro reassures them, "I'm sure we'll head to the kind of accommodations where ladies deserve it." His demeanor has drawn some reactions from a few people nearby.

"Man!" Wylie whisper-yelled, "I can already tell he's gonna take away any potential girlfriend I'm gonna get!" Otto, nearby, shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance. His eyes gaze over to see Katie, whose eyes briefly met his, before she looked away. She clearly felt into Alejandro, but seeing the sight of Otto swept her off her feet. Otto could say the same thing about Katie, pretty much...

"Hey, don't act like you don't care!" Wylie quickly caught the quiet biker, "I know you have a crush on Katie, I saw the way you looked at her a few seconds ago!" Wylie accuses in a teasing voice, to which the biker rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"That boy's smooth as my gravy on a meatloaf!" Momma DJ comments, "Though, Poopy Doo doesn't eat too much meat these days."

As Momma DJ was rambling on about her culinary expertise and Wylie was tormenting Otto about 'crushing' on Katie, Justin had a glare that focused on Alejandro, who was flirting with the BFFFLs.

"And so, what is your name again?" asked Katie.

"Alejandro."

"Oh my gosh, I could say that name over and over again!" Sadie giggles.

"Please do." Alejandro smirks as the BFFFLs squeal in delight.

*Cockpit Confessional*

Justin: (he is inside a larger room; the front of the plane. Behind him is Chef Hatchet controlling the plane and taxiing it to the runway) That guy is such a tryhard! Everyone knows that I'm the original pretty boy, and he's taking my strategy from Action, and bringing it out for all the world to see! How's no one else seeing through him? (takes a few moments to admire the roomy cockpit) You know, this place is better than sitting on a filthy toilet seat.

Chef Hatchet: (turns around) Maybe for you, I'm tryin' to prep for a fly here! (turns back around)

Justin: Well someone was still using the other confessional! (refocuses to the camera) Now, regardless of his intentions, I'm not keeping my eyes off of Alejandro just yet. I mean, he could be genuine, but he could also be fake, calculated-

Chef Hatchet: Delicious seductive?

Justin: Hey, I'm trying to focus! You never know if this is all an act!

Chef Hatchet: Well that's your opinion, I think he's a pretty good looking guy!

Justin: (angrily sighs)

*End Cockpit Confessional*

Everyone is walking down the corridors of the plane, past the toilet confessional, when Cameron finally collapses out of the confessional, exhausted after picking himself up from being dragged by the 'heavy' lint. Nobody noticed him, except for someone who was carrying the caboose.

"Do you need a hand?" one of the female contestants asked, as Cameron pushed his head up to see the girl, Valeria, offering her hand to pick him up.

"Uh, sure…" Cameron asked, albeit hesitantly, extending his arm to be lifted up to the ground. But before he knew it, he could feel a warm sensation flow through his veins from holding her hand; this was the first time in a while he's been in physical contact with another human. "Woah!" He cries as he almost loses his balance from the surge of energy in his blood.

"Are you okay?" Valeria asked, still holding onto him, "Do you want me to let you go?"

"Yes!" Cameron shouted, "I mean, no! I mean, uhh, maybe at least we get to catch up with the others?" He and Valeria looked at each other, awkwardly, before they started walking together to the next part of the tour, holding each other's hand.

The camera flashes to the next section of the plane. It was a large, comfortable compartment that surrounds itself with a shimmering yellow wallpaper. It had several comfy first-class seats, a meeting table with purple chairs, a large map of the world, and a bar. It was also mentioned that this place had better bathrooms than economy class.

"This is the first class cabin." Chris introduced everyone, "The domain of each week's winners." Everyone was in awe with how relieving this area of the plane was presenting itself to be. Otto was sitting at a conference chair, Geoff and Trent were having drinks at the bar, and Sugar was hogging a bowl of mini pretzels, and the rest were sitting comfortably on the other chairs.

"Now this is somewhere Lightning can kick back and relax!" Lightning boasts.

"Good, 'cause the more you kick back, the more likely I'll be kicking your butt." taunts Giovanna, which the uber-jock takes offense.

"Hey, watch what you say, Sassypants!" Lightning sizes her up, "Lightning ain't gonna take it from a girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-" He was about to say 'girl', but then he realized that it would royally piss off every female contestant in the room, and he does not want to be the next Ezekiel. When Giovanna raised an eyebrow towards him, Lightning finishes by saying, "rrrrrrifter! Yeah, grifter! You're a grifter, and Lightning knows it!" This earns confused looks from the gamer girl and a few other female contestants nearby.

"Does he even know what a grifter is?" asked Trent.

"I don't know, but something tells me he's all muscle and no brains." Wylie cockily snickers, "He just earned himself the name 'Birdbrain'!" Trent just rolled his eyes, having to deal with Wylie. The camera moves over to the trio of Harvey, Justin, and Otto, who were lounging, hearing the exchange.

"I hope I'm not on the same team as him…" Harvey murmured to Otto and Justin.

"I think that's the least of your worries, man." Justin advised him, before pointing with his thumb to Howie, who was fixated on a lava lamp.

"Woah…" he says in awe, touching the glass, trying to see if he can catch a blob, "How can I make this blow up?"

While Howie was infatuated with the unique light source, Alejandro was fixated on Sierra, Bronagh, and Eva.

"I'm sure that if we were each on the same team," he explains to the girls, "Maybe we could use our best skills to be here more often. You know, some of which involve both physical and mental qualities." Bronagh was the only one of the girls to react to him positively.

"Stop it!" she chuckled, "You're making me blush…" Sierra, on the other hand, shook her head.

"I appreciate your charms, but…" Sierra tells the Spaniard, "This girl's heart only has room for one cute boy, and his name is Cody." Sick burn!

"Good!" Bronagh stated bluntly, pulling Alejandro into a squeeze, "'Cause I claim this hunky hunk here… So, no take backsies for you!" Alejandro stared at a nonchalant Sierra, not out of hurt, but out of concern. Obviously, this did not go unnoticed by Eva.

*Confessional*

Eva: I've paid attention to what Justin was trying to do back in the earlier seasons. Seems to me that Alejandro is following his path, somewhat. Maybe I can try and swindle Sierra into my arms into some sort of alliance or what not! (smacks her right fist into her left hand; then grows a little sheepish) And… maybe just make a friend out of her…

*End Confessional*

Everyone was now inside a larger room than First Class. It was an elegant room filled with amenities fit for a party.

"Far out…" Geoff exclaimed in awe, "What do we have here, dude?" The camera shows the amenities that the party boy was listing, "There's a grand piano, a wood-burning pizza oven, four-person hot tub, a 70-inch flatscreen TV, sound system, and Y-Angle?" There was plenty of other stuff he forgot to mention, just as Harvey, Beth, and Sierra each ran to the hot tub, which had a few sprinklers turned on to make a few water splashes.

"Are those LED lights and dancing water sprinklers?" Harvey asked, "This looks very… indescribable!"

"I call dibs on the hot tub!" Beth excitedly raised her hand.

"How do I win this?" Sierra cooed, "I could turn this into a date setting for my Codykins!" Chris approached the duo with Topher following him.

"Easy there, folks!" he instructs them, "These are my quarters, and they're off-limits!" This didn't phase Sierra in the slightest, but this did get to Harvey's nerves.

"Hey, no fair!" Beth cried, "If these are off-limits, why'd you take us here in the first place?"

"'Cause I felt like rubbing this in." Chris responded, "This is the one and only time you'll be here; otherwise, they're out of your reach. Clear?" Beth heaved a heavy sigh, accepting the gravity of her (and everyone else's) fate.

"Fine…"

"Great one, Chris!" Topher applauds, making the host jump back to see who was behind him, "You've really outdone your limits! Keep standing your ground like that!"

As Topher laughed, Chris looked at the boy, uneasy, "Uh, I always do that?" he could say at first, "But thank you, Topher. How about we go before one of the contestants starts playing on my Y-Angle." But then he is interrupted by two people loudly chewing on something. The camera pans to Sugar and Momma DJ, both eating margherita pizza slices. This annoys the host even further.

"Did you two just take my pizza from the oven?!" the host demanded the two. Sugar looked at the host, annoyed herself with the interrogation.

"What, girl's gotta eat somethin'!" she fired back, before she went back to stuffing her mouth with her remaining pizza slice.

"Spit them out!" Chris shouted, "They're not yours, they're mine!" Now it was Momma DJ's turn to be annoyed with the host, as she punched him in the stomach.

"Haven't your momma ever taught you manners, and how to share?" the woman queried, "And I don't think she taught ya how to be patient like a good man should!" Chris does nothing but double over in pain.

"Chris!" Topher bent down to the host's level, as he and Sierra tried to pick him back up, "Are you alright?"

"Why did I bring her onto the show…" was all Chris could say, as he clutched his stomach. Sierra, on the other hand, took out a notebook and a pen, and started writing something down.

"This'll go into my next blog: Momma DJ, the only grown adult to start on Total Drama, throws a fine hook that's enough to drive any man to tears…" Sierra narrates.

The camera flashes to the next scene, where the participants, plus Ezekiel, were standing back in the dining area.

"And that's pretty much it." Chris states to (almost) everyone, all better from that painful jab, "I skipped the cargo hold and galley, but I'm sure you'll find those exciting destinations later, when I accidentally lock you in them!"

"I'm sure they'll be good for anyone who wants privacy…" Katie shrugs, making Otto smirk. Suddenly, they hear banging noises coming from underneath, with someone shouting for help. "Does anybody else hear that?" The cries were faint, but they still heard them.

"They're probably just mice, eh?" Ezekiel shrugged. This got a certain contestant's attention.

"MICE?!" Jasmine squealed, "Oh, no! I do not want to be here! Get me off this-"

Just then, the plane started to shake, as it was meandering towards the runway, minutes away from taking off. A few debris fell onto the floor, as did Cameron, who fell onto Valeria's lap, causing her to squeak in pain.

"Whoops, sorry!" Cameron said to the quiet girl, "I've never been used to riding aerial vehicles!"

"No, uh… me neither!" Valeria swiftly responded. The plane shook again, and this time, Candice fell into the arms of Geoff.

"Woah, careful there, brah!" Geoff gasped, quickly checking her to see if she's okay, "You alright?" This made Candice smile coyly at the party boy.

"Feel like the Earth's moving…" she chuckled, stroking her ponytail, but Geoff failed to process what the smirk across her face would be.

"Looks like we're lifting off!" Harvey peered out the window in awe, "Hey, I hope our first destination is Kazakhstan!"

"Why Kazakhstan?" asked Trent.

"Because they have that space center, and I would LOVE to go to the Moon!" Harvey explained.

"Which we are not going to!" Chris clarified, sitting in between him and Trent, "Oh, I almost forgot; one more area in the plane we haven't checked yet!" He stands back up and struts in front of the entire group, "I'm sure you remember a little something called the elimination ceremony? Well, it takes place right in there, my friends!" He started leading the group to the right.

The scene changes from the dining room to a larger, circular room. It had large tiki heads that lead to a door with a circular window. In addition, the room was poorly lit with a few spotlights, a few benches, an orange shower curtain with Hawaiian flowers to make it look tropical, and a Hawaiian carpet that led to the emergency exit, which was, indeed, the door with the circular window. Chris was standing behind the exit, in front of the crowd that looked around the compartments.

"If you don't receive a barf bag full of airline issued peanuts-" Chris starts to explain to the group.

"I got a peanut allergy, yo!" Ezekiel raised his hand, clearly forgetting his place in the competition, which was nonexistent, "Err, more like a sensitivity." Chris was annoyed, but it was getting time to take off.

"You will be forced to take the Drop of Shame!" Chris tried to finish, but Ezekiel continued to be a nuisance to him by interrupting him again.

"Okay, I just don't like-"

"Kinda like this!" Chris interrupts the homeschooler, grabbing him by his light navy green sweatshirt, opening the exit door, and finally tossing him off the plane as it was preparing for takeoff.

"Hey!" Ezekiel called out to the host, before chuckling, "Oh, good one, eh?" The homeschooler started running after the jumbo jet, hoping to climb back aboard, "Now, slow down and let my bling back in!" Chris peered from the exit to see the boy make a valiant effort to get back on, to possibly no avail.

"As I've told you before, bro," Chris shouted, bidding him farewell with a handwave, "Never invited!" He closed the exit door, happy to finally be rid of the homeschooler.

*Confessionals*

Sugar: Finally! Now that we're well on 'r way 'round the globe, I'm gunna show those dummies why I'm Queen of the World!

Harvey: I'm glad to be on Total Drama's next season. I mean, I hope that I can win this show so that my parents can sign me up for the Canadian Astronaut Corps. It's been my lifelong dream to go into space! But, I guess traveling around Earth will have to do… I'm also hoping that I can get a girlfriend… (chuckles) Then this experience would totally be out of this world.

Candice: I'm sure the guys are looking forward to this show. Here's what I'm looking forward to: winning, and making the guys let me. A lot of them I know are dumb, and they'll do anything for a kiss… I don't see why they will be any different. (blows a kiss)

Topher: Being on this show, is such a godsend. No really, I feel like Chris and I are pretty tied together. I wouldn't be surprised if he asked me to co-host. (hears banging noises from the vents above) What the? (Suddenly, a vent door opens and out falls Bree, who lands on Topher)

Bree: By the Lord's blessed touch, I'm free! That half-wit of a host locked me in the cargo hold, and I couldn't get out 'cause he locked it! The bloody nerve!

Topher: (unhurt) Isn't he awesome?! (Bree glares at the host hopeful)

*End Confessionals*

The camera shows a map of the jumbo jet flying over Canada, before flying over the Atlantic, across Europe, and into the continent of Africa.

The contestants were all shown inside the dining area. None of them were organized into teams yet, so they were just hanging individually.

"Every second, we're getting closer to adventure!" Jasmine exclaimed, inhaling with her nose, "I can just smell the exhilaration! I have NOT been this excited since 'Romeo and Juliet'."

"Yes, of course!" Sierra exclaimed with glee, "I've read all about your experience playing Juliet! I heard you've had to fill that role as an understudy for the entire month." This made Jasmine frown at the fangirl. "Why is that?"

"Duh, she got sick. Norovirus." Jasmine stated, defiantly crossing her arms.

*Ding ding*

At that moment, a music note symbol appeared in front of the screen, and the camera showed Chris by the hallway entrance, dressed in a black tuxedo and bowler hat, holding a cane. A spotlight was shining down onto him. Triumphant orchestra music was heard in the background. He winked at the camera, before turning to the rest of the contestants…

"Whenever you hear that friendly little bell, it's musical number time!" he exclaims, "So, let's hear it!"

"What are we supposed to sing, though?" asked Candice.

"You have to make it up as you go." Chris answered, leaning forward, "Wouldn't be challenging otherwise now, would it?"

The camera showed the bench of eight contestants. Ebonie and Jasmine both smiled, while the others were a little hesitant about how they'll act. Orchestra music started playing…

Come Fly With Us

Ebonie: Up…

Ebonie & Jasmine: Up…

Ebonie, Jasmine, & Sierra: Up…

Ebonie, Jasmine, Sierra, & Valeria: Up!

Trent: Sing…

Trent & Justin: Sing…

Trent, Justin, & Harvey: Sing…

Trent, Justin, Harvey, & Lightning: Sing!

Sierra, Jasmine, Katie, Valeria, Sadie, & Ebonie: We're flying!

Trent, Justin, Alejandro, Harvey, Topher, & Lightning: And singing!

All of them: We're flying and we're singing!

(The camera flew over the plane, as it flew over the savanna, before it flew downwards to the undercarriage. Now it cuts to first class…)

Sierra: (pushing a trolley) Come fly with us!

(Trent followed her in pursuit, worried about what she might do if she hurts herself)

Sierra & Trent: Come fly with us!

(In the hallways, Bronagh bursts out of the toilet confessional)

Bronagh: Got some crazy beats! Sing, or bust! Alley oop! (she tosses a basketball)

(Back in first class…)

Candice: (stands on top of the couch) Come fly with us!

(Beth stands on a chair to be on the same level as Candice)

Candice & Beth: Come fly with us!

(Alejandro appears out of nowhere and holds the two girls' hands)

Alejandro: It's a pleasure, and an honor, and a must! (Beth feels smitten for Alejandro, while Candice smiles coyly. Alejandro smirks at the camera)

(Back in the dining hall…)

Bree: What is the deal? You'll be crazy on TV.

Howie: Don't you see it, man? The world's crazy, it can be! (Eva shoves him aside)

Eva: Yeah? So what? You're making me insane!

Sierra: Don't you wanna try it? Just singing on a plaaaaaaaaaane?

(In first class, accompanied by jazz music…)

Lightning: Come fly with us! (he and the others are dancing)

Lightning & Jasmine: Come fly with us!

Geoff: Yeah! We're here to party!

Cameron: Don't have too much fun!

Geoff: Yes we should!

Cameron: No we shouldn't!

Geoff: We came here to-

Geoff, Lightning, Jasmine, Sugar, Katie, Sadie, Momma DJ, Bronagh, Harvey, Beth, & Candice: PARTYYYYY! AUGH! (the plane starts shaking)

(In the cockpit…)

Topher: (touches some buttons) Hey Chef, can I drive?

Chef Hatchet: (angrily) Why should I let you take control, boy?!

(The camera zooms out to a vertical shot of the plane, before it transitions horizontally, before it zooms back into the cargo hold…)

Ezekiel: (rises out of a suitcase, already aware that there's a song already playing. A spotlight shines on him as a mouse skitters away) They thought they could leave me and depaaarrrt, but this stowaway's got winning in his heeeaaart!

(The camera shows the exterior of economy class…)

Wylie: (peering out of a window to see a failing engine) Come fly with us, come die with us!

Randy & Cameron: (hugging each other) I don't think he means it literallyyyyyyyyyy!

(The plane shakes them, causing them to fall to the ground… Bree comes into frame…)

Bree: Yes, this whole show is crazyyyyyyyyyy! (turns to Chris, who comes into frame as well) There, happy?

(Back in the dining hall… Eva was folding her arms, annoyed, while Otto had a noncommittal look on his face, also crossing his arms…)

Cameron, Topher, Geoff, Sierra, Sadie, & Ebonie: Come fly with us! Come sing with us!

Eva: NO!

Chris: Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because, in order to escape instant elimination- (Candice takes the copies)

Candice: All contestants, much sing when they're told!

Katie: Otto, do it! Let's go!

Sierra: Eva, please! Don't go!

Eva: (sighs, rolling her eyes) I've got no other choice now, do I? (the song resumes) Come fly with us! Come sing with us! This really suuuuucks!

Katie: Come on, Otto, don't you want to spend a little more time? Please?

Otto: (inhales; for the first time on this show, his voice is heard…) IIIIIIIII haaaaaaaate this shooooooooooooooooooooooow…

Everyone else: (does jazz hands) Yeah!

Everyone turns to see Chris, who was reading today's latest newspaper article. He does not seem focused at all about the contestants' singing progress. Well, every contestant sang, so he doesn't see any reason why he should be interested in terminating any runs in the competition. Just then, Chef starts to make an announcement on the plane intercom.

"Enough singing, fruitcakes!" Chef tells them, "Strap yourselves in! We are now beginning our descent into Egypt! Musical numbers, worst idea!" But what made Chris gasp was when Chef said, "Chris is such an idi- Hey, why's the P.A. light still on? Aww, shi-" Chef turns the intercom off, aware of the incoming fate he'll receive when the host confronts him.

"What the heck?" Topher asked, incredulously, "Didn't he come up with the idea of musical numbers?"

"Yeah, he did." Chris irritatedly responds, before turning to the camera, "We'll be right back…"

Alright, that sums up part two of episode 1! Everyone is finally onboard a world tour that can, potentially, change their lives. For better or worse, even!

The next episode will have them out in Egypt like in canon! It's going to feature some puzzles, drama, and, spoiler alert, someone leaving the competition! All under the hot Egyptian sun! And the rest of the contestants are going to have to tolerate it all!

Now for some questions... What do you think of the journey so far? Who are you hoping to see interact more? Who do you want to see on which team? How many teams do you think there might be for this competition? What do you think their team names will be? And who do you believe might leave the competition by the end of next chapter?

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