Total Drama Neo

by MonkeyBot54

22 disposable contestants, 2 disposable teams, 1 disposable island, and 1 host to tie it all. Total Drama Neo, a totally one-of-a-kind tv show that's totally not some dude's fanfic. This time the story follows 22 new campers, from different universes, competing for the chance to win one million dollars. Want to know what happens? Well, find out because we could use the ratings.

11. Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I LIVE!

First off, I'm happy and embarrassed to say this will be the first chapter of the new year. Didn't think it would take this long either :/

Anyways without further ado, here's Episode 7. Enjoy.

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"Last time on Total Drama Neo," Soldier began. "Our maggots engaged in what was probably their biggest challenge so far! What followed were a series of ninja challenges, each one different from the last. Their final, and most dangerous challenge, was to battle some hippie and things quickly went pear-shaped." Soldier let out a small chuckle and continued. "In an unexpected turn of events, the scrawny, red jacket-wearing maggot, who is in dire need of a sensible haircut, beat that hippie! Just like how America won the Cold War!"

"Read the lines!" exclaimed a cameraman filming Soldier.

"What was that?"

"You're going off script!"

"Don't you dare disrespect me, son! I didn't fight stinkin' Nazis just to get sass from minimum wage!"

"That's funny because according to your background, you've never actually served in any branch of the U.S. Armed Forces."

"Oh, that's it! Viewers! I am now going to beat the ever-living crap out of this disrespectful maggot! Meanwhile, YOU, the audience, are going to find out what happened on this episode of Total Drama Neo!" Soldier cracked his fist and approached the camera. "Now c'mere!"

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Episode 7: Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Ah, the multiverse, a cosmic landscape so vast, its contents can be left to the imagination. As such, when an infinite number of universes collide, the possibilities are endless. Could first contact result in war? Interdimensional Peace? The creation of a universal theme park? Or would we all just explode? Well in this scenario, the answer would be the one and only interdimensional government, also known as the Confederation of Universes.

After each passing cycle, more universes are discovered, by the C.O.U., and align themselves with the new government. Of course, there would need to be a way to travel from universe to universe. That's where Interdimensional Customs comes in. What is Interdimensional Customs you may ask? Interdimensional Customs (I get a free sundae for saying it three times, don't judge), or IDC, is a giant, funky, futuristic-looking airport stationed on major hotspots of every universe. In most cases that would be Earth, or an Earth-like planet, but universes where the inhabitants are capable of space travel tend to have more than the regular amount.

This takes us to one of the many facilities dedicated to this purpose, the IDC Port of Universe 2012. While this is an port, it's also a popular tourist attraction.

"Hi everyone and welcome to the tour of IC-2012!" said the tour guide. Her most noticeable features were her light blue skin, yellow eyes, and spiky white hair. She also wore a navy stewardess outfit, which is the standard color for all employees. "My name is Expa Zision, and I'll be your tour guide for today! Follow me and I take you on a trip through this complex's wonderful history!"

The tour guide stood in front of a giant glass window, directly speaking to a group of tourists. Behind the window, a large, white aircraft was taking flight. The aircraft flew high above the troposphere, and entered an enormous, purple portal, disappearing moments later. Shortly after, the portal disappeared too.

Expa directed her tour group past the visible runway until they reached a gigantic fountain with its own indoor waterfall; surrounded by accompanying flora. Vibrant banners were hung in the area, decorated with advertisements for current and upcoming forms of entertainment, primarily from a company called Fresh Empire.

As for the tourist group, it was mostly comprised of humans, though there were some aliens and other supernatural races in the mix. Particularly, one tourist was a red crab-man partially wearing a doctor's uniform. This happened to be no other than Zoidberg, who was only wearing his shirt and underwear. Several onlookers couldn't help but stare at Zoidberg's odd outfit choice, and the tourist group felt very uncomfortable.

Expa continued the tour, trying her best not to bring further attention to Zoidberg. "Um…this fountain…is dedicated to the founder and former CEO of Interdimensional Customs™, Rick Sanchez. Now Mr. Sanchez is very responsible for the Great Nexus, you may also know it as The Convergence. If it weren't for him, none of this would be happening right now. After being inspired by a similar idea in his universe, Mr. Sanchez decided to create this wonderful establishment, at least that's what we were told by the current CEO. Shortly after Mr. Sanchez became CEO, he relinquished his position to his granddaughter, and from there the rest is history."

"Very interesting," Zoidberg commented.

"Um…yes. I'm sorry, but sir if I may ask, why don't you have any pants?"

Zoidberg smiled and pulled out a slip of paper. "It's a long story, and it involves this traveler's ticket."

Expa's eyes widened. "Wait, are you a passenger!?"

"Yes, but my flight hasn't arrived yet. That is why I'm enjoying the tour."

Suddenly, a loud message played on the intercoms. "Flight 34 to U-707 is now boarding."

Zoidberg nervously chuckled. "That would be my flight." Zoidberg ran east of the fountain, bumping into several other people along the way.

"Hey, watch it jackass!" shouted one man.

"Sorry!" Zoidberg apologized. "Late for a flight!"

Up ahead was a little robot boy with a broken leg, a crutch for his right arm, and a brown Jaxon hat. He was holding a ticket and happily walking towards a boarding gate. "Oh, I can't wait to go to Galaxy World!"

Before he could join the line, Zoidberg, in his haste, shoved the robot out of the way. In an unfortunate chain of events, the ticket flew out of his hand and landed inside a trash can downstairs. The trash was then picked up by a janitor and thrown into a nearby trash compactor.

After the astonishing chain reaction, the robot boy looked down miserably. "Oh, how deplorable."

Meanwhile, at the boarding gate to Flight 34, a flight attendant was checking off each passenger by inspecting their tickets. Just then, Zoidberg ran right into the flight attendant, sending both to the floor.

"Holy crap, what is wrong with you!?" the steward snapped.

Zoidberg picked himself back up. "Sorry, I was in a hurry. Now could you please?" Zoidberg handed the ticket to the man.

Irritated by Zoidberg's behavior, the steward gave him a dirty look. After inspecting the ticket, he immediately handed it back to Zoidberg. "Enjoy your flight."

"You too!"

Slightly dazed but not one to dwell, the steward resumed his task.

Zoidberg walked through the gate and entered the large aircraft. He noticed the interior was cleaner than the last one he was on. Coincidentally, his first flight was when he first came to apply for his job. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder how much everyone misses him on the island. Now more than ever, he was happy to know that he'd be able to see everyone again.

Zoidberg eventually sat down next to a black-haired man, with fair skin and grey eyes. Zoidberg assumed he was a fellow scientist since he wore a white lab coat over a white shirt along with a brown vest, black tie, black pants, and black shoes. He also had a pair of goggles, with green lenses, around his neck. As Zoidberg was sitting down, an announcement was playing from the speakers inside.

"Hello and thank you for choosing Universal Airlines. Before we depart here are a few important safety instructions. First…"

The man quickly noticed Zoidberg and smiled. As he spoke, he did it in a calm British accent. "Eventful day I presume?"

Surprised, Zoidberg turned to face the stranger. "Why yes, I suppose it was. How did you come to that conclusion?"

"Well, it's not every day you meet someone wearing their knickers on full display," the man joked.

Zoidberg laughed. "Let's just say I had to do what I could to get on this flight."

"Ah, I see. Mind telling me about it?"

Zoidberg was exceptionally giddy to have a casual conversation, so he laid it all out. "You see I need to get back to my job. My boss accidentally forgot he left me in this universe, so some friendly associates took me here so I could go back. They even paid for the trip out of kindness."

"Hmm, sounds like quite the help. This doesn't explain why you have no pants."

Zoidberg awkwardly chuckled. "On second thought, I'd rather not talk about it."

"Fair enough," the man replied.

"…Also, please remember to disable your technology and store any Level 3 or lower weapons in the weapons compartment underneath your seat. If you have any Level 4 or higher weapons, such as small explosives, please alert the nearest flight attendant so they may help you contain them. As for…"

"So what brings you here, friend?" Zoidberg asked.

The stranger formed a sly smile on his face. "Oh, I'm just here to meet a friend. I fear he's entering a rough patch in his life."

"How bad is it?"

"It's quite a conundrum, really. I fear the poor man will be on his wit's end in a month, that's if he doesn't get a stern talking to by yours truly."

"Have you tried finding him a mate?"

The stranger laughed. "Trust me it's not that kind of problem. If you knew him, you'd believe me."

"…The crew will be coming around to do a final cabin check before takeoff. Thank you for listening and enjoy your flight."

"You know one thing I love about these flights is that they only take a few minutes," Zoidberg noted.

"Well, yes, but you have to account for the trip to your next destination," the stranger implied.

"You have a good point. I'm afraid I didn't account for that."

"I'm certain you'll work something out."

Minutes later, the aircraft finally flew into the air and entered a purple portal like the one from earlier. The people on the flight were sent into a strange alternate dimension, a sort of dimensional passageway. The entire color spectrum filled the space the aircraft traveled, brightly shining through the windows of the ship. However, the beauty was drowned out by the sudden rattling in the ship. Likewise, many of the passengers became anxious.

"P-please do not panic," said a female stewardess. Regardless of the brave face, she was putting on, the stewardess was frightened as well. She cleared her throat so she could speak clearly. "Everything is going exactly as planned. The gravity from the dimensional vortex is acting upon the aircraft. Luckily, this ship was built to weaken the effects."

Despite her claims rattling continued, and it even was getting worse, and it had every reason to be. Interdimensional travel at this scale isn't without risk. Traveling between two universes is hazardous, and the branches, or wormholes, which connect each universe cannot be explored without some proper way to counteract the external pressure. Even the ship can't protect them for long because it and everything inside would be crushed the longer it remains.

Zoidberg, shaking with fear, looked to his side and noticed the man he just met had a gleeful smile on his face. Perhaps he's used to this sort of thing, or he could just be putting up a front. To Zoidberg, it seemed incomprehensible that anyone could find enjoyment in this.

Eventually, the pilot pressed a button that shot a white beam, creating a blue portal for the ship to fly through. Much to the relief of everyone onboard, they finally made it past the threshold. The aircraft arrived at another IDC Port, conveniently located in Ontario. The pilots then landed the ship on a runway and pulled up to a loading dock seconds later. Once it was safe, all passengers were instructed to leave through the exit by the front of the ship.

Amongst the commute, Zoidberg and the easy-going scientist passed through a boarding tunnel and entered a new customs area. After a few safety checks, Zoidberg was able to leave. New arrivals had the option to catch a shuttle or taxi to an airport. There were even buses that were able to travel long distances all over the continent. Unfortunately, Zoidberg had no money to even call a cab. Weighing his options, he figured he might as well become a hitchhiker. It was at this moment that the stranger he sat next to walked up to him.

"Still need a way to get to your destination?" he asked. "Or would you rather I assist you?"

"It would mean the world to me if you could help!" Zoidberg happily pleaded. "Though I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"Don't worry about it, my friend. Think of it as a thank you for being good company."

"Wow, aside from my girlfriend and a few of my former colleagues, I don't often get this kind of charity."

The man smiled and shifted his attention to the exit of the complex. "Well now let's be on our way."

"Sure thing!" Zoidberg happily replied.

The two left the building and eventually reached the shuttle area. However, Zoidberg noticed that his new companion wasn't leading him to where he expected. Instead, the man was heading towards an empty alleyway on the side of the main building.

"Uhhhh, I thought you'd help me pay for a ride?" Zoidberg recalled, nervously.

"I have my own form of transportation," he said with a wink and grin. "Oh, and one more thing. This might be a tad bit late, but most people call me Paradox, Professor Paradox."

"You can call me Doctor John A. Zoidberg, or-"

"Let me guess; would Zoidberg be a better alternative?"

"How did you know?"

"To be fair, you don't look like a John. No offense."

Paradox then took out an antique pocket watch and clicked the button. In an instant, flashes of blue light surrounded them both until he and Zoidberg disappeared. Suddenly, the two materialized near the outskirts of a forest. It would just so happen that Paradox transported them to no other than Camp Mahpee. As such, Zoidberg quickly noticed that they were standing outside the Mess Hall.

"W-we're on the island!?" Zoidberg exclaimed. "How did you do that!?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Paradox replied. "Or in this case a scientist. Well, would you look at the time? I should get going; I have a lot on my agenda."

"But wait! I have so many questions!"

Paradox grinned and once again clicked the button on his stopwatch. "Don't worry Dr. Zoidberg. I'm sure we'll meet again someday." In seconds he vanished without a trace, leaving Zoidberg alone.

"What an odd man," Zoidberg said, though he's not one to talk. "Hmmm, now where is everyone?"

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A day has passed since the last challenge at Camp Mahpee. Despite the insanity that was yesterday's challenge, things have returned to being relatively normal. Still, the campers decided to try and make the best of their "vacation" by having some fun, and what's more fun than spending your summer on a slightly ok beach with people that you're slowly getting sick of?

"SERVE!" Buttercup shouted.

The Whoop Butt Squad and the White Lotus were playing a friendly game of 4v4 beach volleyball, in their regular swimwear. Buttercup, Mao Mao, Judai, and Finn were on one side while Sasha, Jack, Goku, and May were on the other. The others watched from the sidelines, and since they were still recovering, Rigby sat in a wheelchair while Ilana sat on a towel beside Sam. The only campers who weren't there were Numbuh 5 and Flame Princess, who were busy doing something else.

Also watching the game, from the cliff by the beach, were Chris and Soldier. The two were sitting on blue beach chairs while Dan was grilling hot dogs for them. Dan wasn't allowed to have any, so you can tell how enthusiastic he felt about doing this task.

Back to the game, Buttercup was up to serve, and she was wearing a green swimsuit, which covered her body, and stylish green sunglasses with a black tint. Instantly, she slammed a yellow ball over the net, and it went hurling….out of bounds.

"Dang it, Buttercup!" Mao Mao roared. "Stop hitting the ball out!"

Mao Mao had on red swim trunks and had his sword holstered by his side. After yesterday's challenge, he made it a point to be prepared for all unexpected circumstances. Though he didn't expect Buttercup to be awful at beach volleyball.

"Hey, I can't help it," Buttercup arrogantly whined. "I'm just too good."

"Too sure of yourself more like it," May remarked as she went to go pick up the ball.

Buttercup irately crossed her arms and turned her head to the right. "Whatever. I'll get it right next time."

"You said that last time!" Mao Mao snapped.

"C'mon Mao Mao," Judai began, "It's just a game."

"Well, I'm serving next, got it!?"

"Whatever, weirdo," Buttercup huffed.

Judai and Finn awkwardly laughed and nodded. As the two went back to their positions, Judai and Finn were both wearing swim shorts, Judai's were red with a singular white stripe on its right while Finn's were coral blue. Judai was also wearing sandals, unlike Finn who preferred to be bare-footed. On a side note, Finn was also a bit nervous about being near the ocean, but the game took his mind off it.

Moments later, it was May's turn to serve. She was wearing a yellow, two-piece swimsuit, consisting of a crop top and shorts with a red drawstring, and sandals. May served the ball over the net, and it flew right in Judai's direction.

Judai extended his palms out and set the ball above him. "Finn!"

"On it!" Finn ran towards his target and leaped into the air. "Judai-Finn Combo!" With a powerful hit from his palm, spiked the ball over the net.

The ball was heading towards Goku, who was wearing loose-fitting, light-blue swim trunks. Jack, who was wearing traditional Japanese fundoshi and sandals, quickly noticed this.

"Goku!" Jack yelled. "Look out!"

This wasn't necessary though, as Goku easily saw the ball hurling towards him and clasped his hands. He then thought of a fun technique he could do in return. "Volleyball fist!"

"Volleyball…fist?" May said, puzzled by the strange name. "Really?"

When the ball was low enough Goku slid and bumped the ball up. "One!" He then followed by pushing out his palms and setting the ball so high it reached the stratosphere. "Two!" Immediately, Goku leaped into the air until he could reach the ball's location.

"Woahhhh," Judai said with amazement. "He's really high up."

"He's gonna spike it!" Mao Mao cried out, warning his teammates.

"No duh!" Buttercup snapped. "Let him spike it! We'll just knock it back at 'em!"

"Heck yeah!" Finn playfully exclaimed. "Now ready your buns!"

Finally, Goku raised his hand and with a powerful SMACK, Goku spiked the ball with enough force as if it were a hurtling comet. "ATTACK! "

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"Thanks, Tien," Goku said while waving to the camera. "Guess this is the second time I borrowed your technique, huh?"

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"That…was…sooooo cool!" Buttercup exclaimed breathlessly. "I should totally make up a kickbutt name too! How about ATOMIC COMET!? Ooh, or DYNAMIC NUCLEAR IMPACT!?"

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"I don't know what that was, and I don't know if you can hear me, but awesome, Goku!" May cheered.

Goku's maneuver was certainly impressive, but he overdid it.

Sasha, who was wearing a two-piece, magenta swimsuit, was the first to point it out. "Yeah, but um guys…is it just me, or is that ball coming in a bit too hot?"

"I believe a bit is a poor choice of words," Jack remarked, cautiously.

Everyone looked up to see the ball speeding toward the Whoop Butt Squad at incredible speeds.

Embarrassed, Goku rubbed his cheek with his index finger, realizing the severity of the situation. "Maybe I should've held back on that one, heh-heh."

As the ball approached, Mao Mao and Judai unanimously said, "Nope!" and jumped out of the way. Finn wanted to see if he could try to stop it, and prepared himself as such, but Judai yanked his overly ambitious friend.

However, Buttercup was willing to step up to the challenge. Eagerly darting to the ball before impact, the Powerpuff girl braced herself and clasped her hands. "Don't worry guys! This won't be a problem for me!"

"Are you crazy!?" Mao Mao shouted. "Get out of there!"

Mao Mao's pleas were drowned out by Buttercup's overconfidence, and she continued to stand her ground. Eventually, the object collided with Buttercup's hands, but it continued to be in motion and slowly brought Buttercup's hands down. The force was so great that Buttercup not only found it difficult to pass the ball over but also smoke started emanating from her hands.

"IIIIIIII…got this!" Buttercup grunted.

Much to everyone's bewilderment, Buttercup wouldn't let the ball drop. With enough force, she was finally able to successfully bounce it back. Unfortunately, this caused the ball to shoot through the net, whizz past Jack and Sasha, and smash right into a nearby boulder.

"Aw, really?" Buttercup whined.

"Yeah, really!?" yelled a frustrated Mao Mao.

"Heh, so much for that," Sasha chuckled. "By the way, we need a new ball. That one is kinda busted."

Due to the struggle, the volleyball was unable to withstand the force of the collision. What was left was a beaten, torn-up, ball with black smudges all over.

"Kinda is also an understatement," Jack noted, albeit rather smugly.

"Haa-haa," Sasha sarcastically laughed.

Mao Mao sighed. "Don't worry I'll get it."

"HEY MAO!" Rigby shouted from the sidelines. "I COULD USE SOME HELP HERE!"

Being dedicated to winning everything and anything he could, Mao Mao wasn't ecstatic about being forced to walk out on this game. "But-"

"Don't worry Mao," Jack reassured. "I'll go while you help Rigby."

"Fineeee." Mao Mao walked off the court. "Why did I agree to this?"

"To be fair, you said you'd handle this," Biscuit replied. "Don't worry, I'll take your spot."

Biscuit sauntered off to the playing field. Notably, she wore a pink two-piece swimsuit, while wearing a skirt over her undergarments. Meanwhile, Mao Mao approached Rigby's wheelchair. Rigby's condition was less than favorable. He was wrapped in bandages, leaving his face exposed, and he could barely move his limbs. To top it all off, Rigby couldn't do any regular functions such as eating or moving around without assistance.

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"Ok I take back what I said yesterday, this is the worse," Rigby whined. "Not only is my best friend gone, but I can't even take a piss by myself. I could just ask to go home, but there's no way I'm giving up that easily!"

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Mao Mao eventually reached Rigby's location and grabbed ahold of the handles to his wheelchair. "Where we headin' Rigby?"

"Bathroom," he replied bluntly.

Mao Mao let out an audible groan. "Of course." With a quick push, Mao Mao wheeled Rigby off the beach.

While Jack and Mao Mao were gone, the campers partook in idle chatter.

"When do you think you're getting that healed Ilana?" Sam asked while pointing to Ilana's left leg.

Ilana was much luckier than Rigby when it came to getting medical help. The infirmary tent had a leg brace, various medications, and several pairs of crutches. "Don't know. For now, ice packs and painkillers have been my best friend. Too bad we can't say the same for Rigby."

"Could be worse, I guess. Where do you think Zoidberg is anyways?"

Ilana simply shrugged.

"Guess there's no point asking."

"Yeah…speaking of, I wanted to ask about what you're wearing."

In stark contrast to Ilana's colorful swimsuit, a mixture of cyan, magenta, and yellow, Sam was wearing what appeared to be a black cloak, along with a black sun hat and shades. "Just one of the many garbs of a goth." Sam then made a quirky pose, as if she was Batman covering himself with his cape. "You like?"

"Ehhhhh seems pretty hot."

Mistaking Ilana's criticism as a compliment, Sam smiled.

"And not in a good way. I'm surprised the sun isn't cooking you."

"I'm a goth. We don't cook, we simmer."

Ilana giggled. "That's a funny way of saying I'm sweating up a storm."

Back on the court, Goku, May, and Sasha were having a small chat of their own.

"By the way, you guys worried about FP?" Goku asked.

"Are you kidding?" Sasha replied. "Of course, we are. It's hard to feel safe when you're around a ticking time bomb."

"We should still give her a chance, don't you think?" May reasoned.

"If she can't get a hold of herself, what else can we do? Aside from the obvious choice of course."

"I don't know…what do you think Goku?" May got no response from the Saiyan. "Goku?"

"Oh uh." Goku was currently distracted by the aroma of grilled hotdogs. "Hey guys, imma go…take a break."

"Let me guess, snack break?" May teased.

"It's been almost two weeks and you already know me so well." Goku happily trotted off, leaving Sasha and May alone.

"Hey Sasha, there's something else on my mind," May said.

"What's up?" Sasha replied.

"I'm surprised you were pretty cool with Mordecai last night. I didn't expect you to be the one to say that."

"Honestly, I was a bit surprised myself. I genuinely felt bad for the guy, honest, but what's done is done. Though you gotta admit, I was kinda right since from what I was told, Rigby was mostly responsible for what happened."

"Still, he didn't deserve to go so soon."

"It was either gonna be sooner or later. Besides we're still here, me, you, and Gumball."

"Yeahhhh, about Gumball." May glanced past Sasha to see Gumball crafting a poorly made sandcastle. "Look I like the guy, but we could do better."

"What do you mean? The guy practically needs us, and I'm sure he knows that."

"So, we're just using him?"

"Duh, I thought that was obvi?" Sasha gave May a reassuring smile. "This alliance is about you and me, and that's how it's always been."

"Feels kinda scummy if you ask me."

"Eh, it's how you play the game. Besides, it's best not to worry about the mentally challenged. You'll just keep yourself up all night."

Meanwhile, Chris and Soldier continued to relax on the beachside. Chris, as vain as usual, had on navy swim shorts with his face patterned all over them. Soldier had on red shorts and kept his trademark helmet on.

Chris took a bite of his perfectly grilled hotdog and was hit by a wave of ecstasy. "Mm-mm! Keep em' coming Dan!"

Dan groaned as he grumpily flipped hotdogs on a nearby outdoor grill. "And I thought once I got this job, I wouldn't have to worry about working in the fast-food industry. Who'd know I'd basically be doing the same thing again!?"

"Stop muttering and keep flipping!" Chris then turned to Soldier "Hey Soldier, got any ideas for a challenge we could do? Like in a week from now?"

"Let me think," Soldier replied as he was gobbling glizzies. "I have a suggestion! How about we make all the campers fight, but the catch is they're nude and covered in honey!"

Chris put his hand on his chin. "Hmmm, humiliating, but that might be way past the age rating. Plus, some of our campers are below the age rating. Though to be fair, when has that ever stopped us before?"

"Hey, Chris," Goku greeted while eyeing the hotdogs.

"What it is Goku?" Chris replied.

"Would you mind sharing-"

"No Goku."

"I wasn't finished yet."

"Would you like a delectable frankfurter?"

Not familiar with the term frankfurter, Goku stared at Chris with visible confusion.

"That means hot dog."

Naturally, Goku became exceptionally giddy. "You bet I would!"

"No Goku."

"But whyyyy? You're grilling so much food that you could feed a single Saiyan! I know that doesn't sound like much, but we have very big appetites."

"Well in that case…deal with it. Now could you move aside? You're kinda blocking my sun."

"Awwwwww." Goku sadly walked back to the volleyball field.

"Ah the face of a defeated man," Chris said to himself. "I can't help but get a kick out of it you know?"

"You know what's better than a face of a defeated man?" Soldier asked.

"What?"

"The face of a dead man." Soldier began to laugh manically as he continued to stuff himself.

"You scare me as much as humor me, Soldier."

As Chris and Soldier were happily enjoying their food, Gumball, wearing yellow swim trunks, was gleefully building a "sandcastle." Nearby, Mandy, who wore a pink swimsuit with a yellow flower at the center, couldn't help but watch due to sheer boredom.

"Check it out, Mandy!" Gumball exclaimed. "How do you like this soon-to-be masterpiece?"

Mandy apathetically looked upon the pathetic lumps of sand Gumball formed on the ground. "Are you trying to make sand igloos or something?"

"Mock me all you want, but soon you'll be stunned by the end product."

"I bet, I really do," Mandy said, with a hint of sarcasm. "By the way, where is the immunity idol I gave you? You know, the one I willingly lent you last night. I assume you're keeping it in a safe place, right?"

Gumball's speech was noticeably becoming faster and more dismissive. "Yup, all safe and secured. You done?"

Mandy raised an eyebrow. "So, if I asked you to show me it right now, you'd bring it with no problem?"

"Aside from not wanting to draw attention to myself, totally."

Mandy was not convinced. "Uh, huh."

Gumball yawned. "Well, I had my fair share of fun for now. Imma go take nap."

"Sooo, no more sandcastles then? You're just gonna take an afternoon nap even though you've only been here for less than thirty minutes?"

"Yup, it's nappy time. Did you know naps help relieve grumpiness?"

"Are you insinuating something?"

"NO! I mean…I'll just go now." Gumball awkwardly walked off the beach and towards the campsite.

As he left, Mandy let out an annoyed sigh and simply said, "Idiot."

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"Ok, I might have misplaced the Chris Head Mandy gave to me last night," Gumball explained. "But maybe it's not so bad? Maybe Mandy will understand…...right? Right?"

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As Gumball approached the campfire area, he pondered where the immunity idol could be. Furthermore, he considered someone could've taken it, but he just wasn't going to leave it at that. The blue cat finally reached the campfire and began to search near each log, bush, and tree in the area. Unfortunately, he came up short.

"Darn it!" he snapped. "I searched my room, the mess hall, the bathroom stalls, but I still can't find it!" Gumball realized that he probably should've lowered his voice as he ranted. Luckily, no one was around to see him have a short breakdown. "Hmmm, what should I do? Fess up and tell Mandy I lost the super rare and very valuable gift she gave me and face her wrath or trick her into believing I still have it so I can temporarily avoid the consequences. What to do…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-"

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Meanwhile, Mao Mao had finally sat Rigby on the toilet, though it was a completely uncomfortable process. Mao Mao will probably regret this for the rest of his life.

"There. Now if you don't mind, I'll be outside, coping with the loss of my pride."

"Wait!" Rigby yelped. "What if I need some help!?"

"Ugh, just call me. I should be able to hear you, probably."

"Pffft, yeah, I doubt that! I could fall in the toilet and I'm not letting you skip out on me! Aren't you supposed to be a hero or something, or were you lying this whole time?"

Mao Mao growled. "Ughhhh, fine. I'll be outside the stall." Mao Mao proceeded to walk out and slam the stall door shut. "Just hurry up and take a whizz! I got a volleyball game to win."

Rigby snickered. "Hate to disappoint you, but I'm taking the second option."

Mao Mao raised an eyebrow. "Rigby, what are you talking about?"

With a grunt, Rigby…did his thing(Man what am I doing with my life). Anyways, poor Mao Mao felt too honored bound to leave and suffered through it.

"I'm…gonna…kill you…Rigby!" Mao Mao covered his nose and tried his best to resist the urge to vomit. "Argh!"

Ten nauseating minutes later, Rigby was finally done, sort of.

"Mao!" Rigby yelled.

Mao Mao was passed out on the bathroom floor.

"MAO MAO!"

The caped cat instantly woke up. "Where am I? Badgerclops, Adorabat? Where are you!?"

"MAO MAO!"

"Oh yeah….ugh….I'M COMING! HEROIC BARGE!" Mao Mao pinched his nose and kicked the stall door down.

"Aieeeeee!" Rigby squealed, but he quickly recoiled in pain. "OW, it hurts to yell! Why can't you just open the door like a normal person!?"

Mao Mao spoke in a nasally tone. "Just tell me what you need!"

Rigby looked down in embarrassment. "You know how I can't move my hands?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you know how I went number two?"

"Don't remind me."

"And do you know what you do after you go number two?"

"….you flush?"

"No, what do you do before that?"

Mao Mao's realization came painfully quick. "No."

"But-"

Mao Mao became increasingly irritated. "Nooooooo."

"I could get an infection!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! THERE IS NO WAY I AM WIPING YOUR BACKSIDE!"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Mao Mao pondered for a bit and thought of a solution. A minute later, Mao Mao was washing Rigby's posterior with a garden hose.

"Hey, lower the setting!" Rigby cried out.

Mao Mao laughed. " You want this to be over, don't you? Now just hold still. I'm sure you're used to doing that by now anyway."

"Very funny, jerkhole!"

XXXXXXXXXX

BOOM

Elsewhere, in a barren field in the safer part of the forest, Flame Princess shoots fireballs at rocks being thrown in the sky. Nearby, Numbuh 5 was right by her, holding several small rocks and tossing them into the air every few seconds or so.

"Nice one," Numbuh 5 complemented.

"Thanks," Flame Princess replied. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Sublimation. Lettin' you have something to vent on should help you cool off."

"I'm kinda made of fire ya know. Cooling off is more harmful than soothing to me."

"You know what I mean."

"I guess." Flame Princess sighed. "I just don't think this is working you know. I'm glad I haven't had that many freakouts in almost twenty-four hours, but I still feel weird about the whole thing."

Numbuh 5 was a bit worried, but she put on a reassuring smile. "Well, we've only been at this for less than a day. These things take time, so let's just focus on taking this slowly."

"Alright." Flame Princess ignited a small flame on her finger. "Let's get back to it."

Numbuh 5 nodded and picked up a nearby small log. "You know Numbuh 5 doesn't usually do this kind of thing, but it's kinda fun. Let's try burning something bigger."

Flame Princess smiled lightly. She missed doing this sort of thing with Finn, of course when he was someone she could trust. "Sure, you can toss that thing high enough?"

Numbuh 5 grinned. "Watch me." She proceeded to spin twice and launch the log into the air.

Flame Princess aimed and fired at the object. The shot connected, and in an instant the log burst into flames, leaving a fantastical firework display.

"You know," Numbuh 5 began. "Those fancy powers of yours are something else. You should be more proud of them."

Flame Princess smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, Abby."

"I agree with the human, daughter."

Flame Princess shot her head up and looked behind her.

"Uh, you alright FP?" Numbuh 5 asked. "Hey, Earth to FP?"

Flame Princess didn't respond as she stared at the small burning flame on a nearby log. To her surprise though, it bore an awfully familiar resemblance to someone she knows. "F-father?"

"Yes daughter, it is I," the flame echoed. "Have you finally accepted who you truly are?"

"No! I thought I told you to leave me alone!"

"But daughter don't you see? You are fire, you are the Flame Princess, and therefore your primary directive is to incinerate the garbage that surrounds you."

"T-that's not true!"

"FP!?" Numbuh 5 called out.

"Didn't you have fun using your powers earlier?" said the manifestation of her father. "A few rocks and twigs are no different from an entire multiverse of scum. They only serve for our amusement. Why can't you see that?"

"I-"

"Accept it, my beloved daughter. You are a powerful force of nature, and you are destined to bend everyone to your w-!"

Before Flame Princess could lose her mind even further, Numbuh 5 stomped out the fire. "Phew, the last thing we need is a wildfire. FP, who were you talking to? It looked like you were talking to that log as if it harassed you, are somethin'."

Flame Princess snapped back into reality. "Nothing. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Well, it sounded pretty serious. Honestly, it sounded very serious."

"It was just a hallucination, that's all. Maybe burning all this stuff is setting me off."

"Yeah….hallucination…got it. Sure, you don't want to talk about it?"

Flame Princess shook her head. "No…let's just keep going for a while."

XXXXXXXXXX

Meanwhile, at…here.

"SUPER MONGO EXPLOSIVE DYNAMITE ATTACK!" After announcing her new special attack name, Buttercup's hand was enshrouded with a green, glowing light. With a sly grin, she spiked the ball over the net. The impact was strong enough to blast everyone away, at least everyone who wasn't named; Mao Mao, Rigby, Flame Princess, Numbuh 5, and Gumball, considering what they were currently doing.

"Alright! That's a point! Right, guys-….oh crud." The dust cleared, and Buttercup saw the aftermath of her spike.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Finn had the unfortunate luck of being flown into the ocean.

"Oh shaddap! I got ya!" Buttercup zipped towards the helpless Finn and fished him out.

"Phew," Finn sighed in relief. "Thanks, Buttercup."

"Yeah, whatever. Jeez."

Everyone else was either flat on their butt or face-first on the ground.

Goku stood up and dusted the sand off his chest. "So does anyone else have sand in their-?"

"YES!" Everyone cried.

"Everywhere!" May added irritably.

"Errr, my bad," Buttercup apologized, after dropping Finn on the beach.

"At least she scored a point," Judai noted as he shook the sand off his hair.

"Whatever," Biscuit said bitterly while wiping the sand off her hair. "That attack name lacked any sense of decorum by the way."

"What does decorum mean?" Buttercup asked Ilana.

"Decency or class!" Sam answered aloud.

"Oh….hey! I spent a lot of time with that name I just came up with!"

"No, my dogs!" Chris cried out as he picked up a sand-covered hotdog. "They're ruined…oh well." Chris flung a hotdog in Dan's face. "Dan, clean this up."

Dan frowned and sighed. "Yes, Mr. McLean."

"And when you're done, clean my room and heat my hot tub."

"Yes, Mr. McLean."

"And when you're done with that, clean the communal bathrooms. I was gonna get someone else to clean it, but you don't seem busy."

Dan gritted his teeth. "Yesss, Mr. McLean."

Chris put his hands on the back of his head. "Ahhhh, it feels good to be the boss."

"Hello everybody!" announced a familiar voice.

"You have got to be kidding me," Soldier muttered.

"Yes, it is me!" Zoidberg said happily. "I've finally returned."

Soldier nudged Chris and whispered, "I thought you said you've gotten rid of him."

"I did but-" Chris suddenly noticed Zoidberg shuffling over to them. "Oh, heeeey Zoidberg!"

"Hi friends," he happily replied. "Sorry I wasn't here; I woke up in that jungle the next day and well-"

"Yeah t-that's great pal," Chris replied.

"By the way how did you guys get back?"

"Duh, ninja magic!" Soldier exclaimed. "That's how they brought you back isn't it?"

"Um, no," Zoidberg replied. "I went through Interdimensional Customs, and then I got here through…let's say unconventional means."

"Zoidberg what are you talking about?" Chris asked, genuinely confused. "We were teleported to some Asian jungle, remember? Plus, I don't think anyone saw you arrive by boat! As usual, everything you say is complete nonsense."

"But I got the proof to-"

"Yeah, that's enough Zoidberg. Clearly, you don't know when to shut up. Now, if you actually want to be useful, you can tend to Ilana and Rigby; especially Rigby."

Zoidberg dejectedly sighed. "Yes, Chris."

Nearby, Jack was overhearing the conversation. "Hmm, what if-"

"What's up, Jack?" Goku greeted. "You seem bothered."

"I was listening in on Zoidberg's conversation with Chris. Apparently, he had to travel from another universe to get here."

Goku's raised an eyebrow. "So, what does that mean?"

"Didn't you find it odd that you couldn't sense anyone's chi back as the maze? For all intents and purposes, we thought they were dead."

"I guess you have a point. Now that I think about it, it is strange that I couldn't teleport to another continent when I have little trouble teleporting halfway across the galaxy; as long as there's ki of course."

"I see. Then it's possible that we were probably sent to another universe."

"I thought the only way you could do that is through uh…interdimensional costumes."

"Interdimensional Customs, Goku"

"Yeah, that's what I meant," Goku said while chuckling. "So, what do you wanna do about it?"

"I'd like to ask Zoidberg about it to confirm my suspicions. There was something about that ninja organization that piqued my interest."

"Yeah, they were pretty neat, huh?" A wide and eager grin formed on Goku's face "Makes me wonder how strong they were."

"Hm." Jack was still reflecting on his experience in the maze. He still didn't understand why the ninja would think so highly of him, especially since he never actually completed the maze. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who garnered their attention, but he desperately wanted to learn more about them.

XXXXXXXXXX

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-"

An hour later, Gumball was still pondering his next move. At the same time, everyone was leaving the beach and heading back to the cabins. Finn and Judai were the first to notice Gumball was lost in thought.

"What the heck is he doing?" asked Finn.

Judai shrugged, just as confused as his friend. "Here I'll ask." Judai casually approached the blue cat. Once he was close enough, he bent over and tapped his left shoulder. "Hey-"

"I LOST THE IDOL! DON'T HURT ME!" yelled Gumball with irrational fear.

In complete shock, Judai fell flat on his rear while Finn jumped back in surprise.

"What gives Gumball!?" Judai exclaimed.

"Oh, it's just you Judai." Gumball awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that."

Judai chuckled. "Guess you gave me quite the scare, huh?"

Finn walked up to the two. "So, what were you hollering about anyways?"

"Yeah, it sounds like you lost something," Judai noted. "I could've sworn you said idol."

"Uhhhhh, yeah!" Gumball exclaimed. "My-Mandy's virtual idol!"

"Mandy's virtual what?" Finn and Judai said in unison.

"Y-yes, in her spare time, Mandy collects figures of animated internet personalities."

"Um, I don't really know Mandy that well," Finn began. "But that doesn't sound like something she'd be interested in."

"Clearly you don't know Mandy well enough." Gumball feigned confidence by pointing to himself with his thumbs. "Unlike her valued teammate."

Judai glanced at Finn and shrugged. "Guess people have their hobbies. Need someone to help you find them?"

"Nah, it's better no one else gets involved," Gumball said. "Or rather no one knows at all. She gets pretty embarrassed about it."

"Oooo-k," Finn said. "Wait why did you even have it in the first place?"

"Um, it's a prank?"

Finn nodded in respect. "From one prankster to another, respect. Well, you better find it soon, or you're gonna regret it. See ya man."

Content, Finn and Judai walked off.

Gumball awkwardly chuckled. "Heh, heh…regret."

Back to Finn and Judai, Finn was happily beatboxing.

"Good to see you got good vibes," Judai said.

"Heck yeah, man!" Finn exclaimed. "A day at the beach was totally what I needed my man!"

"Ha, same here! So, guess you've forgotten about your ex by now."

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaa…." Finn once again fell back into his depressed state. "No."

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Judai sighed. "Real smooth Judai."

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"C'mon Finn," Judai said. "After we change up, we should go to the mess hall. Maybe the bad food will get her off your mind."

"Sure dude," Finn replied, glumly. "Sure dude."

As Finn and Judai continued, they began hearing a distant, yet constant, snapping sound.

"What's that sound?" Finn asked.

"Huh, sounds like…a helicopter?"

It turns out Judai was right. A sleek, black helicopter was en route to the island, but it wasn't just one. Emerging from the horizon were a dozen matching helicopters. This brought the attention of everyone on the island, unsure of the unexpected turn of events. Not even Chris knew what was going on, but he had a rough idea, and he wasn't planning on finding out.

"Soldier I gotta jet!" Chris exclaimed while packing his things.

"What for?" Soldier asked.

"The feds are coming for me!"

"You dare go against the American government!? One of the greatest governments ever made!?"

"Ok first off. We. Live. In. Canada! Two, I'm not trying to get busted right now! There's no way I'm staying in jail a second time! My body can't handle that abuse!" Not bothering to say goodbye, Chris busted through the window with his luggage. He somehow managed not to break any of his bones, but that was the least of his worries. "Crap."

Every single helicopter surrounded the staff quarters, along with dozens of government agents. The lead agent stood amongst the group. He was a dark-skinned man with a black afro, and he wore a black suit and pants, brown leather shoes, and a red visor.

"Well, if it isn't Chris McLean," said the lead government agent. "We meet again, for the first time, and hopefully for the last time."

"What err, brings you here to the island?" Chris asked. "I'm sure I've done nothing wrong.

"Hm, that's where we beg to differ," said the man. "Name's Agent Larrison of the C.O.U.'s Environmental Protection Agency. We are here to investigate a missing animal case. We learned that several animals, rented from the Exotic Party Animal Rental Agency, were under your care before they suspiciously went missing a day later."

"Didn't you hear?" Chris snapped. "Every animal we rented died in a car crash that day."

"Yes, we heard about it. The agency you rented them from also confirmed that it happened too. However, a follow-up investigation by our agents found no traces of the bodies, and since the agency didn't know anything about this, we suspect there might have been a coverup."

"Trust me, you're wasting your time."

Larrison scoffed. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind if we search the island?"

"Um, do you have a warrant?"

"Are you kidding?" Larrison laughed and held up a search warrant. "What kind of government organization doesn't abide by their own rules? Anyways, men!"

"Yes sir!" shouted the agents.

"Sweep this dung heap. Feel free to violate the rights of the people here if you must."

With the snap of his fingers, Larrison's agents immediately got to work, much to Chris's dismay.

"Oh, keep laughin' it up pal," Chris thought to himself. "Soldier already got rid of those pests, so you won't find anything. God, I hope you don't find anything."

"McLean!" Larrison called out.

Chris jumped in shock. "Gah! Don't do that."

"I don't want to interrupt your daydreaming, but something else came to our attention. Throughout this region, our scans detected that the aquatic life has vanished completely. Any guess as to why?"

Chris was dumbfounded, but he guessed as to who the culprit was. "Would you believe me if I said my employee considered the fish to be his own all-you-can-eat buffet?"

"…ok let's say this is somehow true. Since he is your employee, that still makes you responsible."

"…bummer."

XXXXXXXXXX

It's been half an hour since Larrison, and his men arrived. The island-wide search was well underway much to the dismay of the campers.

"To think that Mclean guy would allow this poor guy to be in this shape," said one agent.

"No kidding, Larry," another agent agreed. "I swear on my life that scumbag is getting locked up. No one hurts innocent animals on our watch."

The animal in question was Rigby, who was currently being operated on by Zoidberg at the medical tent. Zoidberg was currently performing a crude form of acupuncture on his patient.

"Who do you think you're calling an animal!?" Rigby snapped.

"Oh my gosh!" Larry yelped. "Niko! A talking raccoon!"

"You think he was the subject of some sick experiment?" Niko asked.

"Stop treating me like some freak!" Rigby yelled. "Ow! Zoidberg!"

"Apologies, but this isn't exactly a gentle procedure," said Zoidberg. "Now could you two please leave, I prefer to do my work in private."

"Excuse us, doctor," said Larry. "We're just doing our job. Let's go Niko."

After the two left the tent, Rigby was both baffled and deeply offended. "Hey, you're a crab-lobster thing. Why didn't they treat you like some animal?"

"Probably because I bother to wear clothes." Zoidberg stuck another needle into Rigby's body.

"YOW!"

Moments later, Jack entered the tent. "Greetings Zoidberg. Rigby."

"Hey."

"How do you do, Jack? If you need medical attention, I'm afraid I got my hands full at the moment."

"Don't worry this won't take a second." Jack's relaxed expression then changed to concern. "Are you doing acupuncture?"

"Why yes." Zoidberg cheerfully pierced Rigby with another needle.

"OW!"

"I'm afraid you're performing the technique incorrectly," Jack noted.

"I am?" asked Zoidberg.

"WHAT!?" yelled Rigby.

"Allow me to show you." Jack stepped over to the medical bed Rigby laid on. He then began to carefully remove each needle from Rigby. Afterward, he began to redo the process accurately and precisely.

"Eee!" Rigby squealed as he was being treated. Though, he noticed that the pain this time was minimal.

"I'm surprised you're so skilled at this," said Zoidberg. "When did you learn how to do acupuncture?"

"Believe me it's just a skill I picked up along my journeys," Jack replied. "By the way Zoidberg, how was your trip back?"

Zoidberg shrugged. "Eh, could've been better. The customer service at the port I went to was horrible."

"So, they didn't teleport ya back?" Rigby asked.

"Who's they?"

"Duh, the ninj-ow!"

"Sorry Rigby," Jack apologized. "So why weren't you just teleported back?"

Zoidberg shrugged again. "Beats me. Maybe they ran out of power?"

"No…I doubt it."

XXXXXXXXXX

Cutting to the cabin area, one agent was currently interrogating Sam. Though she was happily mouthing off every inhuman thing Chris forced them to do.

"You're saying he made you hunt endangered species in some jungle populated with ninjas?" the agent asked.

"Uh yeah," Sam replied with disbelief. "Don't you watch our show?"

"I don't watch crap."

"Point taken. Anyways, Chris Mclean is the embodiment of an environmental hazard. Whatever he did to those animals while we were on Camp Wawanakwa was one hundred percent illegal."

"I understand. Now if-"

"By the way, fighting for the environment was always something I dreamed of."

"Uh…huh." The agent paid no attention to Sam whilst writing notes on his clipboard.

"So, it would mean a lot if you would-oh." Before she could finish, the agent had already walked off. "And you're ignoring me…jerk."

Elsewhere, by the communal restrooms.

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?" Mandy boomed from inside. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?"

Three EPA agents busted through the door, one of which was wet and covered in toilet paper. Sasha was close by, watching the chaos unfold.

"Huh, wonder who's lovely voice that could be?" Sasha jokingly said to herself.

Seconds later, Mandy stormed out of the building, fueled with rage and very unpleasant thoughts. Her fists were clenched, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was red, though that's because she got sunburned from being on the beach earlier.

"Rough trip to the john?" Sasha teased.

Mandy slowly turned her head to the right until she could showcase a wrathful frown to the blonde. "Listen here, Sasha. Believe me when I say I don't have the time or the patience to pointlessly bicker with you. Now you better tell me what's going on before I break something!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Sasha began, "But I sympathize with you. I don't care if they're from the government; they're going way out of line. Those creeps were stalking us at the cabins, and honestly, I'm certain they don't know what they're doing. Most of them anyway."

"If that's how you feel, then what we should do is….actually hold on." Mandy picked up a small rock and chucked it into a nearby bush.

"Ow!" Turns out another EPA agent was spying on them, but this time he was disguised as a bush. Realizing his cover's been blown, he scampered out of the area.

"You've got to be kidding me," Sasha groaned.

"That's it." Mandy furiously cupped her fist. "I'm getting to the bottom of this."

Mandy walked towards the staff quarters with Sasha close behind. Sasha was mostly motivated by curiosity, it's not like she secretly respected Mandy or anything, idiot. However, the two stopped when they saw a commotion outside the mess hall. Several campers were standing outside the mess hall as if something serious was going on outside.

"What's going on?" Mandy asked.

"I dunno," Sasha replied.

Mandy and Sasha approached the small crowd. Among the group was Goku, Buttercup, Sam, Ilana, Mao Mao, and Gumball. Gumball quickly realized that Mandy was nearby, so he hid behind Goku, slightly making the martial artist uncomfortable.

"Hey guys," Sasha greeted aloud. "What's up with the gathering?"

"Uh, don't go inside the mess hall," Buttercup replied. "Those guys in black are checking it out."

"Figures," said Mandy. "What exactly are they trying to accomplish anyways?"

"They're with environmental protection," Sam answered. "They're trying to find those animals Chris used in a challenge."

"You mean from yesterday?" Sasha asked.

"No. Remember that island we went to? Camp Wawanakwa?"

"Oh, that place. You'll think they'll find anything in there?"

"Maybe," Ilana piped in. "They might be interested in the strange odors coming from the kitchen."

"If you ask me, it's probably just the poor-quality food Sam asked for," said Mao Mao.

"Oh, so we've been served literal trash several times," Sam angrily began, "But no it's the actual food that sets you off."

"That is not actual food. Sorry to be the one to break it to you for the 100th time, but we can't eat soil!"

Provoked by Mao Mao's comments, Sam clenched her fists. "For the last time! It. Is. Not. DIR-!"

Suddenly the door flew open, alarming everyone outside. The first to run out was one EPA agent wearing a gas mask. Quickly bolting down the small, wooden staircase, the man took off his mask and made his way towards a nearby bush, just so he could vomit it. Likewise, everyone who witnessed recoiled in disgust.

"Aw gross!" Sam cried.

Next to come out of the mess hall were Agent Larrison, Chris, and Soldier. Chris and Larrison both took off their masks, but that was nowhere near as important as Chris's apparent misery that currently plagued him, and yet that was completely overshadowed by Larrison's fury and disgust. Still baffled by what he witnessed, Larrison gave Chris a stern, judgmental look. All Chris could do in response to him was a simple shrug. Larrison then turned his attention to the campers outside, who were still awaiting whatever news Larrison had in store.

"Reality show contestants!" Larrison announced. "Fortunately, we'll be out of your hair soon."

"Alright!" Goku cheered. "Now I can get to eating!"

"Hold that thought. I should mention the good news and bad news."

"And that would be?" Sasha asked.

"Good news is that we found the animals," Larrison exclaimed. "Bad news is that they're all dead. Their corpses were found rotting in the pantry. It was a terrible display of decomposed guts and-."

"Alright, alright!" Sam exclaimed as she winced. "We get it, but gosh that's horrible."

"Indeed. Long story short, that mess hall needs to be fumigated for at least three days. There's something awful growing out of the decomposed bodies. As for you." Larrison quickly turned his attention to Chris.

"Hey, you should be cuffing this big guy," Chris said while pointing to Soldier. "I had no involvement in any of this."

"You can explain that to the judge." Larrison cuffed Chris faster than you could blink. "Animal murderer."

"I'm serious it wasn't-!"

"SIR HE'S RESISTING ARREST!" warned an EPA agent.

In response, Larrison pulled out a taser and tased his neck.

"HIZPHZIZIZIZIBIT!" After a brief, electrifying shock, Chris collapsed to the ground.

The nearby campers looked down in shock, no pun intended, but at the same time, indifference. Shortly after, two agents ran over and picked up the twitchy, semi-conscious host: one from his arms and the other from his legs. Then, several helicopters landed outside the mess hall, so the agents could board. Once they entered, along with their newly acquired, life-sized, fully functioning Chris Mclean, the choppers flew out of sight.

"For the record, I'm not one-hundred percent sure what happened," Goku said. "Oh well, I'm hungry."

Sasha stuck her hand in front of Goku. "Goku, are you always this dense? The big government dude said the mess hall needs to be fumigated, remember?"

"Um…yeah. What does that mean?"

"It means that we can't go in until the building gets purified," Ilana explained.

"Purified? What for?"

Mandy facepalmed. "You meathead! It means that under no circumstances can you go in!"

"But…we gotta eat," Goku whimpered.

"Just looks like we'll just have to make do with whatever we got," said Mao Mao. "Which basically means we're gonna starve."

Goku dropped to his knees, while Gumball crouched behind him. "That's the worst thing I ever heard."

"Hey, I have an idea!" Buttercup chimed. "We can just eat the food from where Soldiers and those other guys live!"

"Absmmmpfly Nmmpft!" Soldier muffled through his mask.

"What was that?" Buttercup asked.

Soldier removed his gas mask. "I said absolutely not! There is no way I'm letting any of you scum-sucking weasels leech off our food!"

"If you ask me," Mandy began, "You owe it to us for screwing us over."

Soldier promptly raised his finger. "Now wait just a minute! I'm only slightly responsible! I wasn't the one who ordered those beasts to be disposed of. I was just the one to dispose them."

"You know you're lucky this isn't on camera, I think," Mandy said. "Besides, we have bigger problems."

"Yeah, I'm hungry," said Goku.

"No, not that! I'm talking about who will host the show."

"That's easy," said Soldier "M-"

"NO!" Everyone cried in a collective shout of disagreement.

"Let me finish! Mr. McGillis supervises everything related to hiring people."

"Who the heck is Mr. McGillis?" Buttercup asked.

"Our executive producer. After I give him my report, he'll be able to keep things under wraps. Now I'm going back to the staff quarters because I only know how to operate landline phones."

"That doesn't surprise me," Mao Mao muttered.

"Welp I'm out," Sam said.

"Same here," Sasha added.

"Guess we should tell everyone what happened?" Ilana asked.

The campers dispersed, all except Goku, who was still recovering from the shock, and Gumball. Gumball popped out from behind the martial artist and checked his surroundings.

"Phew it's over," Gumball sighed in relief. "Think she saw me?"

"Who?" Goku asked.

"Mandy."

"Oh. To be honest Gumball, I'd be surprised if she didn't see you."

Not soon after, Judai and Finn finally arrived at the mess hall.

"Hey," Judai greeted. "Did you guys see the helicopters? Did something happen here?"

"Oh, you guys won't believe this," said Gumball.

XXXXXXXXXX

Meanwhile, Soldier finished informing his colleagues of the current events.

"So, Chris got arrested for animal homicide?" one intern asked.

"Precisely," Soldier said.

"And the mess hall needs to be fumigated?" another intern added.

Soldier nodded. "Yep!"

"And Timmy fell in the well?" Jude asked.

"Yes!" Soldier yelled. "We should save him after lunch."

Dan erupted with gleeful laughter. "Hahahaha, yes! Goodbye, douchebag!"

"What did Timmy ever do to you?" asked Jude.

"Not Timmy, idiot! The current, or should I say former, bane of my existence is currently rotting in the doghouse!"

Dan turned his back away and pulled out a small, spiral notepad. It contained the name of every person or thing that ever wronged Dan in his life; it was his own personal revenge list. Dan then flipped to a page and marked off Chris's name, where it sat between job search websites and Soldier.

"Poor Chris," Zoidberg whimpered. "He didn't deserve it."

"Yes, he did," said every intern, except for Jude.

"You know, I'm just surprised they didn't arrest you too," Dan said to Soldier.

Soldier proudly placed his fists on his hips. "They must recognize I'm an honored veteran."

"Soldier, you're anything but honorable," Dan replied. "Now if you don't mind me, I'm transferring to Chris's room while the opportunity lasts."

"Hold it!" yelled an intern, "Why do you of all people deserve that privilege?"

"Cut me some slack will ya! I haven't been in an actual bed in weeks!"

"In case you haven't noticed," another intern interrupted, "None of us have, and for the record, I'm the one who cleans his room the most."

"Oh, zip it!" Dan snapped.

The interns started to argue while Soldier started beating Dan to a pulp.

"Alright chill out dudes!" Jude cried out, trying to relieve the tension. "You guys are at like a ten, and we need to bring it down to a two. Not a quiet one, but a reasonable, chill, even number two."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Yeah…alright; we'll discuss this later. Soldier, I know you know the boss's line. Hurry up and call him; and for the love of God LET GO OF ME!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot!" Soldier dropped a roughed-up Dan and headed towards the telephone. In an instant he dialed a number and put the handset to his ear.

"This is Poseidon's Pizza. The best and only aquatic-based pizza chain! May I take your order?"

"I'd like 2 meat lovers, 2 pepperonis, 2 combos, hold the mushrooms." Soldier turned to face everyone else. "You guys want anything?"

"Soldier, are you ordering pizza!?" One intern cried.

"Yes! I am currently on a side quest!"

"Ooh!" Jude raised his hand. "Can you get me a pepperoni?"

"JUDE!" Dan yelled. "UGH, SOLDIER JUST CALL THE BOSS!"

"Roger that," Soldier replied. "One more pepperoni pizza, and a pizza sandwich. Deliver that to um, Camp Mahpee."

Soldier hung up the phone and redialed.

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Fresh Empire, a former studio that was based in Canada, Earth, Universe 707, struck big and became the largest multi-universal mass media and entertainment distributor in the multiverse. As crazy as it sounds, this company broadcasts almost everything from every universe part of the C.O.U. This includes Total Drama, Multiverse Idol, Tears of Housewives, Limbo's Kitchen, and Ultimate Teenage Kung Fu Motorcycle Fungi Worms from Deep Space X all over the known Multiverse. How did this happen exactly? By having a good poker face. With no competent host on the set or a backup plan, the Executive Producer of Total Drama, Thomas McGillis, had to contact the CEO of the company.

"Thank you for telling me this Tom," the CEO said on his phone. "By the way, this is totally unrelated, but when is your daughters' wedding? Oh…oh…that poor monkey. Well, can you reschedule? What do you mean the groom is dead? Just find another monkey and reschedule it! I wanna see at least one interspecies, polyamorous wedding in my lifetime Tom, gosh! Now about the show, just find some potential candidates to take over Chris's job. Money isn't a factor; we just need someone to fill the role. Total Drama is one of our hottest shows right now and we can't lose our viewers' attention." The man hung up and put his phone away. As he did, he couldn't help but be stressed out by his job.

The CEO of Fresh Empire was a well-dressed Caucasian man in a black suit and sporting a slicked-back black hairdo. He also wore a striped rainbow tie and had a long scar across his eye. He was currently being transported to an Interdimensional customs complex.

"What was it Master Wally?" asked the driver. "You sound troubled."

"It's just a minor problem, Marshall."

"Well, do you mind telling me, sir?'

"It's just that the company is getting fined ten million dollars. Nothing big."

"….I believe that's very substantial sir."

"You think so?" Suddenly Wally got another phone call. "Let's see, who's this? Another scam call informing me about my car's insurance maybe?" Wally picked up the phone and was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Wally my man!"

"CHRIS! My guy! My dude! I heard you're in tough shit right now."

"Heh heh, you don't know the half of it. I'm calling from a jailhouse right now, and I kinda need you to bail me out."

"Kinda? What do you mean kinda?"

"You know what I mean! So, can you do it? Bail is about two-hundred fifty million."

"You know Chris, I would bail you out, but Marshall told me that ten million is a large amount. Applying that logic, two-hundred fifty mil is exponentially bigger."

"Too large for one of the richest men in the Multiverse?"

"Aww, you're teasing me man, but I gotta set an example Chris. People ask me for stuff all the time, kinda makes me feel like that's all I'm worth."

"Nahhhh man, you're the best. Now if you bail me out, we can just hang out. After I finish the show of course."

Wally scratched his chin. "Don't worry Chris, we got a good lawyer in mind."

"Really? Who is it?"

"He's a current chef and co-host that works with you as a matter of fact."

"SOILDER!? ARE YOU SHITTING ME!?"

"Chill bro, I'm being serious. You'll be fine, probably."

"But-"

"Listen I'd love to continue this chat, but I got stuff to worry about. We can talk over lunch sometime, ciao!" Wally hung up and relaxed in his seat. "How much further Marshall?"

"Nearly there, sir," the driver reassured. "It shouldn't be long until we reach Interdimensional Customs. May I ask what you'll be doing on your vacation?"

"Just meeting up with some old friends. It's no big deal."

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Meanwhile, at one of Fresh Empire's many office buildings, Tom was in his office, sitting behind his desk near a large window. Tom was a Caucasian man with black, graying hair. He also wore a traditional black business outfit. Also in the room was his secretary, a red-haired woman who wore a similar suit.

"So, what did he say?" asked the unenthusiastic business secretary.

"To find someone to replace Chris of course," Tom replied. "As if it's that easy."

"Well Mr. McGillis, I suggest we get to it right away."

"I'm well aware of that." Tom stood up from his chair and gazed through the window in his office as he thought up ideas. Overall, he was extremely upset about the whole situation. Tom let out an angry sigh. "Hmmmm, Lana, those two co-hosts we have; do you think they'd be good replacements?"

Lana's expression changed from static to worried. "Don't tell me you're considering using John Zoidberg and Jane Doe? From what Chris told us they barely suit their roles as a doctor and chef, respectively."

"Yeah, I thought so. We did hire them to enhance the chaotic nature of the show, of course. What if we put that new show we were working on, The Ridonculous Race, on hold for now? We could probably get Don to fill the role."

"I believe that's not a good idea, Tom. The Ridonculous Race is already in production and our stockholders would be displeased if we cancel the show they helped fund."

Tom turned to face his secretary. "Very well. We'll proceed with Wally's plan and scout out some potential replacements. Unfortunately, it would seem we will have to put the show on hold."

"Don't worry sir," Lana reassured. "I got a list of potential candidates we could hire."

Tom grinned. "I see. Then again…this might be easier than I thought. As a matter of fact…"

"Um, sir?"

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The next morning on the island strangely enough felt like any other for the campers. Chris's sudden departure was worrisome, but nothing has yet to have been announced.

Nearby the campsite, Ilana was up early on a morning stroll. Her leg was healing, but she still had to use her crutches. She just so happened to spot Judai, sitting at an outdoor, wooden table. Judai seemed to be fiddling with something, and she was curious as to what it was.

"Morning, Judai," Ilana greeted.

"Whuh?" Judai cocked his head towards the voice. "Ilana! Didn't think you'd be up early. How's your leg?"

Ilana smiled. "It's gotten better. It's not stopping me from getting fresh air that's for sure. So, what are you doing?"

Judai shuffled a deck of strange-looking cards. "Just arranging my deck that's all. Hey, would you like to play a game?"

"I'd love to play!" Ilana eagerly sat down and eyed the two separate decks of cards. She's never seen anything like it. Interested, she picked up one deck and scanned a few cards. "What's it called?"

"It's called Duel Monsters," Judai enthusiastically replied. "It's super popular where I'm from!"

"Didn't know you were into this sort of thing."

"Are you kidding? The guys back at the cabin know it's my favorite game, but they don't usually play with me."

"Why not?"

Judai rubbed the back of his head. "Well Mao thinks the game is too complicated, Rigby isn't very good, and Finn doesn't have good experiences with competitive card games. The only other guy who liked playing it was Bloo, but he always tried to change the rules."

Ilana smiled. "Well, you're in luck because I'm onboard. So…how do you play?"

"Glad you asked. Alright there are five different zones: Monster Zone, Spell and Trap Zone, Field Spell Zone, Graveyard Zone, and-"

Judai was interrupted by the camp's P.A. system.

"ON YOUR FEET LADIES AND ACTUAL LADIES!" Soldier echoed. "REPORT TO THE RECREATIONAL FOOD ZONE IMMEDIATELY!"

Ilana apathetically slouched over the table and groaned. "Great, breakfast. You sure you wanna go?"

As he stood up, Judai packed his cards away into two separate deck cases. He was a bit bummed out over not getting to duel. "It's alright. We gotta eat something."

"Yeah, but I'm not too fond of eating well…you know. Even when we had what I assume were proper ingredients, Soldier still wasn't known for having exquisite culinary skills."

"Yeah, dinner last night was a bust." Judai proceeded to put on a bright smile. "But hey maybe breakfast will be alright, right? Who knows, Soldier might actually use seasoning."

Ilana let out a small laugh. "I admire your optimism. Fine, let's go."

The two made their way to the outdoor kitchen, dubbed the Recreational Food Zone by Soldier. Conveniently located outside the mess hall, currently under fumigation, Soldier was preparing this morning's meal. In a large pot Soldier combined salt water from the ocean, freshly picked raspberries, potato peels, a whole nest of sparrow eggs, two dead sparrows, expired cheddar cheese, bacon slices, and fungi, freshly grown from his shower and radiating with a green light; hopefully rich in vitamin B.

"Now that is what I call a Grade A breakfast. This is going to be a breakfast worthy of a king-no, a president!" Satisfied with his work, Soldier made his way to a nearby makeshift stove and placed the pot on top. After he covered it with a lid, Soldier felt a sharp pain in his stomach. "Oooooh, my stomach! Now commencing operation, capture the toilet!" Soldier then ran towards the communal bathrooms, leaving the food to boil.

Twenty minutes later, the campers began to arrive for breakfast. However, many of them were unenthusiastic about it. Even Goku, of all people, wasn't excited about this morning's meal.

"Man, that junk smells awful!" Numbuh 5 complained. "What were the bozos in charge thinking when they left the super bozo to supervise us!?"

"That suggests the execs were thinking in the first place," Sam joked.

About the super bozo in question," Judai began, "Where is Soldier?"

"Who cares, dude!" Rigby exclaimed. "I'm starving! Someone pop that lid open!"

Gumball stepped towards the boiling, covered, cauldron before him. Up close, Gumball noticed that whatever was inside was causing the pot to shake violently. The steel lid rattled as green smoke poured out. IF that wasn't ominous against, Gumball could've sword he heard the words "Death" coming from the pot.

"Uh guys, I'm having second thoughts about this," Gumball trembled.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"While I'm no stranger to food speaking, I'm ninety-nine percent sure food usually doesn't say death to you."

Mao Mao rolled his eyes. "Gumball you're making a big deal out of nothing." The taller cat man obliviously made his way towards the boiling pot. "Now watch as I easily open this-"

BANG

The lid quickly flew off and smacked Mao Mao in the head. The campers watched as Mao Mao flew backward and landed right on his back.

"Ouch." Gumball investigated the concoction to see what was inside. To his surprise, a green claw shot out and grabbed him by the neck. "Why didn't I listen to my gut?"

"Gumball!" Flame Princes cried, fearing for the safety of her friend.

Instantly, the thing to which the claw belonged to emerged from the pot. The sheer mass of the creature was unbelievable considering it grew from a regular, but large, pot. Towering at an intimidating 4 meters in height and 127 centimeters in width, the fungi/food-like creature monster observed its newfound surroundings. Once the creature spotted the campers, it gazed upon them with malicious intent.

"WHAT THE WHAT!?" Gumball cried in terror.

"Uhhhh...guys," Rigby began, "I think Soldier forgot to butcher that thing."

"Yep, this is a certified Soldier screw-up," Sam groaned, who was also getting a slight sense of déjà vu.

"I mean he could be cool," Judai noted. "Maybe he's just getting used to life."

With cruel, comedic timing, the thing opened his jaw, slowly bringing Gumball to the entrance of its mouth with its large appendage. Before anything traumatic happened, Flame Princess shot a fireball at the tentacle, disintegrating it with ease. The creature howled in agony as Gumball was sent back down. Shortly after, the beast roared, furious with the loss of one of its tentacles.

"FP you're a lifesaver!" Gumball cried.

Flame Princess smiled. "No problem, dude."

Eager for a challenge, Goku cracked his knuckles. "Looks like it's time to step up to the plate."

As the campers prepared to face this new threat, a black helicopter was approaching the island. Inside, the pilot was transporting two passengers. One was Tom's secretary, Lana. The other was a glamorous blonde woman with blue eyes. She wore a red dress, red heels, a red choker, and red earrings. Let's just say she wore a lot of red.

Lana was on a smartphone, checking off tasks as she spoke to the woman. "I'm sure you're aware of the legacy Chris has with Total Drama? It would be best to remember that as you try to fulfill it."

"Oh please, any B-list celebrity or zoo monkey could host a reality tv show," the lady boasted. "Just because Chris ran this show for six seasons doesn't mean squat. Besides, I'm not here to fulfill his so-called legacy, I'm here to surpass it by a fine mile."

Lana rolled her eyes. Tom's new pick was a bit too vain for her taste, well a bit might be an understatement, but at least she was confident. More than that, not only was she experienced in the delicate sciences of reality television, but she might have a personality that could rival Chris.

"Miss Burgerstrasse we're almost at the destination," the pilot announced.

"Your last name is Burgerstrasse?" the replacement host said with amusement. "Haha, that's ridiculous!"

Once again Lana's opinion of the woman went down a few points. Before she could think of a witty comeback regarding the redly dressed woman, the helicopter landed on the beach. The two stepped out, allowing the redly dressed woman to survey her surroundings.

"Ugh, what a dump," the woman said. "How long am I going be staying here again?"

"Rest assured your quarters will be suited to your liking," Lana replied. "Now where are those inten-"

Lana was interrupted by a nearby loud blast.

"Please tell me that was your demolitions expert practicing for the next episode."

"We don't have a demolitions expert working on set." Lana awkwardly looked to her side as spoke. "Well not officially anyway. Unsurprisingly, these things usually happen."

"Yeah, that's Total Drama for you."

"Ms. Burgerstrasse!" Jude yelled from afar.

Once again, the woman chuckled, much to Lana's distaste.

Dan and Jude arrived at the docks to greet the two.

"Head intern Jude Lizowski here, dude!" Jude announced.

Lana instantly felt relieved. "Oh, thank God. Jude, I assume you can take it from here?"

"Yesarooni! Introduce the new boss to the campers, and like take her to, uh…"

"Take her on a tour of the island," Dan muttered.

"Right, totally."

"Close enough." Lana made her way back to the helicopter. "Oh, and one more thing, do not go into the mess hall. It's currently being fumigated."

The woman in red couldn't help but become worried by that last comment.

After the helicopter flew off, Jude began the tour.

"Ok uh, what's your name again?" Jude asked

"Please, call me Blaineley," said the woman.

"Got it. To start this is the-"

"The beach, the docks, I get it; I wasn't born yesterday. Instead of a boring rundown of the island, I'd rather be introduced to the contestants."

"Uh yeah, we can do that."

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Speaking of the campers, it turns out that Soldier's freak breakfast wasn't much of a challenge. Green chunks were splattered everywhere, all thanks to Goku's handiwork.

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"I'm happy Goku took care of that thing," Flame Princess said. "I was worried I'd overdo it with my powers, but it did feel good rescuing Gumball."

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With the crisis averted, Goku dusted off his hands. "That was a bit disappointing, but oh well. Alright, time to eat!"

"Goku, no food, remember?" May inquired.

"Right..." Goku then looked upon the remains of the beast he neutralized. "Hey what if-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there," said Sasha. "You'd have to be desperate, stupid, or/and insane to eat something like that."

"Hey, you don't know until you tried," Gumball noted. "Think about it; someone had to eat a cow for the first time, right?"

"Gumball, putting aside that I'm 100% percent against eating meat," Sam began, "You're not eating beef in this scenario, you're eating a genetically altered freak of nature. Though I guess that isn't too far off from what the food industry distributes nowadays."

"I don't know guys; this stuff is pretty good." To the surprise of everyone, Goku had already begun to feast on the remains of the mutant.

"Woah!" Buttercup said with disbelief. "Hardcore!"

"Have you lost it!?" Numbuh 5 snapped.

"I agree, we don't even know what Soldier made with that," Ilana noted, in disgust.

Despite their protest, Goku continued to eat away. "You're not wrong, but seriously this isn't half bad."

Atop his wheelchair, Rigby anxiously eyed the green chunk of fungi monster by him. He also wanted to see if it was edible, and with Goku's latest comment, he couldn't resist the temptation anymore. "I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE! I'M STARVING!"

"Rigby, wait!" Mao's pleas were utterly pointless as the raccoon had already made up his mind.

With no hesitation, Rigby hopped out of his wheelchair and landed headfirst on the piece of flesh. With no care for class or decency, Rigby began to munch away, much to the disgust of some of the campers. Green residue got all over his face as he pigged out.

Rigby cried tears of joy. "This is sooooooo gooooooood!"

"Ugh, never mind," Mao Mao groaned.

"Well, that's Rigby for ya'," Biscuit sighed.

Buttercup was the next to take a bite, and to her surprise Goku and Rigby were right. "Holy crud! Soldier nailed it this time around! Who would've thought this would taste better than anything he's ever made!"

"Who would've thought you all would be willing to eat that," Sam muttered.

"Says the dirt muncher," Rigby mocked.

Sam rolled her eyes, not willing to argue with Rigby about her lifestyle.

"HEY!" In a heartbeat, Soldier stormed out of nowhere. "Who said you could start helping yourselves!? Good lord, you made a mess everywhere!"

The campers were understandably insulted by the accusation.

"Our mess?" said the baffled Mao Mao. "Soldier this is practically your fault!"

"How dare you blame me, your only chef, for this!"

"Soldier, your dish became a homicidal monster" Mandy began, "Which raises the question, what in the underworld did you put in that thing?"

"Let me stop you right there, girly!" Soldier raised his index finger. "One, a true military chef never reveals his secrets. Two, I don't even know what I put in today's meal. Three, if this is how you're gonna act when a slave over a stove, and unconventional stove mind you, then you deserve to be eaten by whatever I cook up!"

"Well, if you're gonna be that way, I-wait you don't even know?"

Soldier shook his head. "Nope. I just tossed in whatever leftovers from the kitchen."

Gumball frowned. He was currently sampling a piece of the food as well. "Please don't tell me you went to the mess hall to get ingredients."

"What kind of idiot do you take me for? I was talking about the kitchen in the staff quarters."

"Phew, what a relief."

"That doesn't explain everything, Gumball," May noted.

Aside from the minor and major details left out in Soldier's story, everyone decided it would be best to let it go for now. Not a second later, Blaineley finally arrived with Jude and Dan in tow.

Blaineley was astonished by the giant mess. "Should I ask or?"

"Just ignore it," Dan replied.

"Right." Blaineley cleared her throat. "Helloooooo TDN crew!"

Everyone turned their attention to her, confused by who this new lady was.

"Who the heck are you?" Biscuit asked.

A bit irritated by that comment, Blaineley just laughed it off. "I'll just ignore that. Unless you've been living under a rock, you should know my name is Blaineley."

"Doesn't ring a bell lady," said Rigby.

"Hey, I know you!" Sam exclaimed. "You were on season 3 of Total Drama! Um, World Tour?"

Blaineley was flattered by this recognition. "Ohhh, someone knows their stuff. How'd you like my performance?"

"To be fair, you were a snotty jerk. Glad to see you got what was coming to you."

Blaineley's eye twitched, but she took deep breaths before she could go off. "I'll ignore that too, haha. Despite what you may or may not think of me, I'm happy to say that I'm your new host."

The campers were happy and relieved to hear this.

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"Phew," said a relieved Biscuit. "I thought they we're gonna can this show. No way am I getting screwed out of sweet, sweet moolah."

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"That's awesome!" Judai happily exclaimed. "When do we start doing challenges again?"

"Lucky for you guys, we can get started next week. Now if you excuse me, I need to find my co-workers. I think it was a Ms. Jane Doe and a Dr. John A. Zoidberg."

"Hello!" waved Soldier. "I am your new co-worker!"

"Huh. Well ok. Your name's pretty weird, but I won't judge John, or should I call you Zoidberg?"

"No, he's not Zoidberg," said a familiar alien. "I'm Zoidberg!"

"Wait, what?" Blaineley turned around and saw Zoidberg in all his glory.

"Hello!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" After a long, ear-piercing scream, Blaineley passed out.

Zoidberg scratched his head with his claw. "Was it something I said?"

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Blaineley awoke on a scarlet-colored, king-sized bed. Startled by this unfamiliar location, Blaineley sat up in bed and surveyed the area. It turns out she was in a master bedroom of some sort, but to whom it belonged to was unknown to her. Fortunately, she was still in her clothes, and she doesn't feel any different, other than a small bump on the back of her head.

"Ugh, what happened?" she stammered to herself. "Last thing I remember was…coming to the island. Then-"

Blaineley was cut off by the sound of the door opening. It was Jude.

"Good, you're awake." Jude walked over to the bed. "You good?"

"Yeah. You're Jude, right?"

Jude smiled. "Glad you remember. Listen we brought you here after…let's just say you had a bad accident."

"How long was out?"

"An hour, but don't worry the day's still young. Right now, you're in Chris's old room, or better yet your new room."

Blaineley grinned. "It's cozy in here. I think I like it."

"Glad to hear. Look if you need anything feel free to call, that's our job you know?"

Jude made his way back to the door and walked out. Blaineley couldn't help but laugh to herself.

"Blaineley, this might be your big comeback," she said to herself. "Ah yes, I can get used to this!"

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Meanwhile, Judai and Finn were chilling outside their cabin. Finn was in a better mood, but he's been deep in thought all day.

"So, Finn," Judai began, "You've been quiet all day. Not that I like to intrude but is everything alright."

"Yeah. Just been thinking," Finn replied.

"About Flame Princess?"

"Mostly. I'm tryna' think of a way to make it up to her."

"Hm." Judai looked to the horizon. "Hey Finn, don't you ever think some things should be left alone?"

Finn turned his head to Judai. "What?"

"I'm talking about your ex. Maybe it's time you let it go."

"What, no! I know I can fix things with her, man! I just know it…"

"Tell me Finn, why did you join this show?"

Finn sighed. "I guess I just wanted to clear my mind after my breakup, but I didn't know she'd be here."

"Yeah, so-"

Finn perked his head up. "But that's fine! If I just take it slow, maybe she'll come around?"

Judai folded his arms. "Finn, I'm not too familiar with these kinda relationships, but it doesn't seem like she's ready to come back to you with open arms. I'm not exactly sure what you did, and you don't have to tell me, but it must have been a very big deal."

"Well…" Finn looked down, ashamed. "…yeah."

Judai smiled and gently placed his hand on Finn's shoulder. "Look, I get this means a lot to you, but keep going about it like this and it's not gonna work out."

Finn simply nodded and smiled along. However, he still had some hope he could get back with Flame Princess, whether it was a good idea or not.

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Anyways, back at the mess hall, Dan and another intern were cleaning up the mess made by Soldier earlier. While Dan was working diligently, his partner did the opposite and poked around with the scattered monster remains.

Frustrated, Dan felt the need to scold his associate. "Hey new recruit, I get you're new here, but do your job!"

She was a young woman of an average build, with long blonde hair, reaching down to her back. Like Dan and the others, she wore the same intern uniform, but with a pair of high-top shoes as her own signature flair. All in all, she was pretty normal, that's if you can look past red-yellow cross pattern eyes, sharp teeth, and light red horns protruding from the top of her head. Currently, she was too busy examining and sniffing the remains.

"Hey, Power, are you even listening to me!?"

Eventually, she took notice of Dan. "Hey, human? You think these are vegetables?"

Dan raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Are you stupid!? I asked if this stuff's a vegetable! You see this?" She pointed to one of the fungi sticking out. "'Tis a mushroom!"

Dan stared at her blank-faced. "…and?"

"And it's a vegetable! I hate vegetables!"

"Technically it's classified as fungi, but why does it even matter?"

The girl patted her stomach. "Cuz' I'm hungry!"

"You're actually willing to eat the dirty crap off the ground?"

"Yup!"

"And you don't care if you contract a disease and die a horrible death?"

"Nope! Sickness can't kill me!"

"Then go ahead for all I care. Please, by all means"

"Will do!" The new intern, known as Power, delicately picked off the mushrooms 1-by-1. Once she was satisfied, she took a few test bites. Instantly, she was blown away. "Ooooh."

"How was it?"

"It's like…my dream food. It completely satisfies my tastebuds, and the part is there's no crappy aftertaste!"

"Good for you. Now that you've had your little break…GET TO WORK!"

Power saluted Dan. "Aye aye! I'll clean everything with my mouth!"

"That's not what I meant!" Dan sighed. "God…please kill her, then me."

As Power started eating away at the mess, she eventually came across something different from the other piles of meat. It was a small green creature, no bigger than a hand, and it was radiating with life. To the overeager Power, it was captivating. Behind Dan's back, she decided to stuff it in her pocket, seemingly wanting to take care of it.

"I'm gonna call you Mushy," she whispered to her new pet. "When you're big and strong imma eat ya, ok?"

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Chris McLean, once the host of a popular TV series, is now spending his time in a jail cell, again. It was now midnight, and most inmates were asleep, but Chris had other ideas. As he awaited his upcoming trial, Chris was reading a book under, The NEW Complete Idiot's Guide to The Criminal Justice System. With Soldier being the man managing his trial, he figured the person doing all the legwork should be the one that didn't have an IQ lower than room temperature. As he was reading a section about Aristotle, Chris saw a blue flash of light coming from the middle of his cell. In a second, a man was standing in the cell.

"That was good first try, and right on time too." The man was no one other than Paradox. Paradox pulled out a small, rectangular device and activated it with a button. "Ah signal jammers; great for interfering with nosy cameras. Now, I believe your time out has gone on long enough."

Chris jumped back in shock. "Who are-!"

"Hold it." Paradox checked his pocket watch. "I understand you have an endless number of questions, but we don't have the time. I do suggest that you come with me. Unless you want to spend the remainder of your life in a prison cell?"

Desperate for freedom, Chris happily obliged. "Sure, thing pal. Just get me out of here, please!"

Paradox grinned and grabbed ahold of Chris's shoulder. "Well off we go." Paradox clicked the button on his pocket watch and in a flash, the two disappeared.

Moments later, two prison guards came running toward Chris's cell. When they arrived, they were shocked to see the empty cell.

"Oh crap," muttered one of the guards.

That night, the alarm signaling a breakout rang through the entire prison complex. Unfortunately for them, Chris was now in a place where none of them will be able to reach him.

And th-th-th-that's all folks. Man, you have no idea how happy I am to finally finish this chapter. I sure hope you guys are too.

I guess the largest takeaway from this chapter is Blaineley, if you remember who that is, replacing Chris as the new host. Hopefully, I can work towards making her presence for the rest of the story memorable. For those who are worried about Chris being thrown out the show, don't worry, he's not going away anytime soon. Also, I hope you liked some of the new world building introduced in this chapter. Yeah, I know it's nothing new and tons of other TD crossover fanfics do ever expanding universes, but I do find it interesting exploring how these characters can co-exist in the story.

Speaking of upcoming chapters, the first TDN: Side Story is coming out soon. If you don't know, these short stories will only help to expand the main universe (or multiverse) of the show, not further the main plot. So stayed tuned for TDN Side Stories #1: Election Day. Next up is Total Drama Neo Aftermath: Part 2. Feel free to leave any Q/A styled questions in the reviews or through PMs for the contestants that are currently eliminated. If you forgot those are:

Vegeta

Courage

Numbuh 3

Blossom

Mordecai

and Bloo.

Looking. Also, concerning the new character poll I started, I decided that I'll announce which character got the most votes in the upcoming aftermath chapter. Of course, they will become a new contestant on the show, and participate in wacky hijinks. One more character from the poll will be added later, so don't feel too sad if someone you wanted doesn't get announced. So, if you haven't cast a vote yet, I recommend you do it now. Though I probably won't update this story for another year, so take your time :)

With that, I think I said enough, so this is MonkeyBot54 wishing you a great rest of your day.

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Far from the island, or rather far from Universe-707, was another universe known as Universe-579. In this universe, an intergalactic government was established long before the C.O.U. was created. A particular planet of interest is Strandopolis, a planet known for being a popular vacation spot. Like Earth it's mostly made up of water, but there were no large continents. Instead, it was covered in smaller islands; eventually becoming a tourist attraction after it was colonized. After the convergence, this planet's popularity increased tenfold, drawing the attention of many people who could afford the trip.

This brings us to one of Strandopolis's many islands, Uka. It was recently purchased and renamed by a new owner. The neighboring crisp, ocean blue, waters could be seen from the shore to the horizon, and sandy beaches wrapped around the mainland for miles. Further inward were series of purple, spindle-like trees, and a collection of huts. People of many shapes and sizes were all over the island, enjoying a variety of beach activities.

As this was happening, a boat, coming from a docking bay for spaceships, was pulling up to the docks on the island. When it arrived, the first to get off was no other than CEO of Fresh Empire, Wallace Vasey, wearing an aloha shirt, white shorts, and sandals. People who recognized him couldn't help but look and point. Others took pictures as he walked by. Of course, he wasn't just here to enjoy the sights or flaunt his prestige. No, he had some business to intend to.

Wallace, also known as Wally by his friends, made his way past a grove of trees towards a group of decorated huts. He continuously scanned the area, as if he were looking for something or someone.

"Now let's see here where…ah-ha!" Wally spotted a familiar man wearing a black, Chinese robe. "You'd think he'd wear something else for this trip, huh."

The man noticed Wally heading his way and scowled. "Hello…Wallace." It was no other than Master Tokoyami, head of the ninja clan on Universe-2012

Wally grinned. "What's poppin' Toko? You look happy to see me."

"I am rarely happy to see you. Also, you're late."

"I guess, but whether that's a problem or not is for the big man to decide not you. Where is he anyways?"

Tokoyami pointed to one of the huts. "He's in the bar, enthralled with his new hobby. The others are also waiting inside."

"I respect that. Let's not keep them waiting any longer, shall we?"

Wally and Tokoyami strolled towards the bar, labeled bar in capitalized font.

"So, when did you get here?" Wally asked.

"I was the first to arrive. Our clan's teleportation device is quite handy."

"Isn't that kinda dangerous though?"

"Only if you overuse it." Tokoyami showed off a red glove with a dim red orb attached to the back. "Unlike regular multiversal travel, it takes a long time to recharge. Despite this drawback, it is quite powerful. We can teleport dozens of people with this device alone."

"Oh, so that's how you did it," Wally recalled the previous episode regarding the ninja stronghold the campers were sent to. "Also, sorry about uh…some of your pets."

Tokoyami angrily groaned. "Don't remind me. That's the last time I ever do a favor for you."

"Not my fault you owed me. Otherwise, you-know-who would've disintegrated a very grumpy old man."

Tokoyami rolled his eyes. "I just pray for your sake that some of that footage will be edited."

"Of course, of course. You have my solemn vow."

Eventually, they reached their destination and went inside. The bar was rather lively with family, friends, couples, and loners enjoying the fun atmosphere. Up front was a very tall bartender, also in an aloha shirt. He had his back turned, so you couldn't see his face, but he vigorously performed his job. The only distinct feature was six black, symmetrical horns, four long and upright while the other two were short. Tokoyami and Wally approached the counter and sat down on bar stools.

"One hell of a place you got here," Wally said. "Eh, Aku?"

Slowly the bartender turned his head in an unsettling manner. He eventually faced the two and showed off a black face with interesting features. He had a green mouth, a red beard, and red flaming eyebrows above his black, unnerving eyes. The man, if you could call it that, revealed a big toothy grin and a sinister laugh.