Total Drama Uncharted

by FreshSqueezedOJ

Taking place in a universe with All-Stars never occurring, the 24 original contestants are brought back in another trip around the world, complete with challenges, relationships, and drama!

1. Mediterranean Ground

Total Drama Uncharted

Episode 1: Mediterranean Ground

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Standing in an isolated aerial runway was a familiar man, with his signature stubble on his face, sporting a smile that could kill. His necklace gleamed in the twinkling sunlight as an eager expression coated his face, forming words as he began to speak.

"Yo! This is Chris McLean, back with another season of the best reality show to ever grace your screen. Welcome back to Total Drama, folks!" he said enthusiastically, explaining the rules of the game. "This season's gonna be a good one. Lots of sights to see along the way to the final destination, where one lucky competitor will receive the wicked prize, one million bucks! We'll be traveling together in a five-star, luxury class plane, complete with first class, exquisite dining areas, and bathrooms that don't constantly smell!"

He raised his arms up in excitement, with a handful of planes and other aerial vehicles visible, taking off behind him. After an ephemeral moment of slight hesitation, he sighed and continued his monologue.

"Sadly, we'll be traveling with an entourage of 24 ungrateful teenagers. In case you haven't been keeping up, here's the deal. A while back, 24 teens signed up to compete for Total Drama. They competed at Camp Wawanakwa, at an abandoned movie set, and around the world! This time, they'll be going around the world again, going to all new locations, as well as some revisited ones from Total Drama World Tour. They'll be separated into different teams and compete in challenges for rewards and immunity. During these immunity challenges, the losing team may have to shove one of their members out of the plane, and they can never come back. Ever!"

He gave out a sizable chuckle as more sounds could be heard in the airport behind him, the competitors nearing their destination on their fateful journey for a million bucks.

"Okay, maybe," Chris stated, counterarguing his previous remark. "This will continue until the very last episode, where one contestant will come out on top and win it all. Strap on your flimsy seatbelt and get ready for the most epic, most challenging, most intense, most lengthy, most blood-pumping season in Total Drama history. 24 contestants, 32 awesome episodes, and many, many, exotic locations to visit. This is Total! Drama! Uncharted!"

The familiar, run out theme song so commonly associated with the show began its runtime, complete with new visuals to accommodate for the new season and its fresh locales. All 24 original contestants could be seen partaking in their usual antics within the clips, all the way to its fateful end, when it faded to black and allowed the cameras to focus on the host once more.

"As I told you before," he began. "All 24 members of the original cast will be returning to fight around the globe through exotic locales for the million dollar prize."

Cutting him off, a large, beat up, seemingly extremely cheap bus pulled in and honked its horn, alerting Chris to its presence and subsequently sparking his next move.

"Here they come now!" he exclaimed excitedly.

From close by, another voice could be heard from inside the bus, bellowing words the man behind it usually would bellow. "Move, maggots, move!" he shouted, clamoring and scurrying audible from Chris' position.

"Please welcome back the original cast! First up, the one and only Sierra!"

The purple haired girl jumped out on cue, buzzing with excitement and her usual unbridled enthusiasm. "I can't believe it!" she screeched. "We get to go around the world again! On Total Drama! With Cody! I never thought I'd see the day…" she said through a satisfied sigh.

"Well," Chris started. "Someone sure is excited to be back. Nice to see you, too. Also back, we have Noah!"

As the boy with the large, oddly shaped head stepped out with his regular cynical facial expression, he let out a sarcastic remark one could only hope to expect from him.

"Exactly how much did this piece of crap cost you?" he inquired, placing his hand on the bus, beside the railing, not expecting a colossal budget.

"About ten bucks," the host answered proudly.

"Not surprised," Noah monotonically responded as he trudged down the stairs to join the smiling Sierra, who was squealing with joy at the occasion.

"Next up," Chris listed. "We've got Trent!"

The boy calmly walked out, wearing his usual camoed tee and clutching his favorite guitar in its case. He had a smile on his face, as if he was ready to begin the fresh season with new outlooks and morals.

"Hey, how's it going, Chris?" he asked. "It's been a while."

"It sure has, my man," Chris responded as the two bumped fists and carried on, with Trent greeting the other two passengers currently residing outside the bus.

"Nice to see you guys."

"Alright," Chris called. "Next is Lindsay!"

The beaming blonde stepped outside, her finger pressed against her lips, wearing a clueless expression that her face knew too well. "I don't think planes have wheels."

Chris stared at her, remembering the trouble she bore with her, thanks in part to her obliviousness. "Uh, that's a bus."

"Oh, I knew there was something weird going on! Hi, Chip!"

The host sighed, making his move and deciding, not to correct her. "Eh, why do I bother?" he asked rhetorically as Lindsay hugged him and trotted along.

Once he was free of her grip, Chris dusted off his pants and fixed his hair for what seemed to be the thousandth time, clearly striving for perfection at all costs. He looked up at the bus and caught sight of the fifth competitor in the door frame of the vehicle.

"Justin! Welcome back, man!"

"What's up?" the rather handsome boy asked, his muscles easily visible and the shades he was wearing reflecting the sun shining into his eyes.

Sierra stood with her arms crossed, unfazed, while Justin high fived his host and strutted down the aisle, into the clutches of the other four competitors. Trent smiled and greeted his fellow Drama Brother while Lindsay stood speechless, gaping, and Noah wore an expressionless expression and shrugged at the camera.

"Meh," he mumbled.

Justin smiled at the hourglass figure that was Lindsay and picked her head up with his hand. "Hey, Lindsay," to which she responded by giggling innocently.

The camera continued to zoom in on Justin, attaining his notice and capturing the many poses and expressions he pulled out of thin air.

"Hey!" Chris shouted. "Camera two guy! Keep it moving!"

The camera swiveled and focused on Chris and the bus once more. When Chris's slight annoyance faded from his feelings, he flashed his smile and introduced the next contestant.

"Time for the queen herself, Heather!"

The girl entered the sights of the currently awaiting contestants, her scowl highlighted as she exited the vehicle. "I cannot believe I'm doing another season of this. Can we turn the bus around?"

"Don't make me call Courtney's lawyers on you, Heather. Trust me. They're ruthless."

"In your dreams, Chris. I'm winning the million this time."

"I'd love to see that happen," Noah piped up sarcastically.

"Shut it, dweeb."

"Who's next?" Chris asked rhetorically, awaiting the next camper. "It's Beth!" he answered himself as the girl stepped outside.

"Hi, everyone!" she greeted ardently, nearly tripping on her own path as she stumbled outside the vehicle.

"How's it going, Beth?" Chris queried.

"It's going well!" she yelled in identical tone as she bypassed her host, setting her sights on her fellow contestants, namely Lindsay, whom she had bundled up her excitement to see.

"I missed you, Beth," the blonde stated.

"Hey, you got my name right, Lindsay!" she shouted excitedly.

"How's it going, you?" Justin asked through his sunglasses, Beth staring up at him from her unique perspective.

"Hey…" she managed to let out through her throat, taking the role of a maximum security prison.

"I'm surrounded by morons!" Heather clamored.

"You say that like you're not one," Noah countered.

Trent stepped in between the two, who were well on their path to scowling at each other, and attempted his absolute best to separate them. "Guys, guys! It's fine. Chill out."

As Noah and Heather faced the opposite direction, Sierra jumped into the picture from behind, locking Trent and Heather in her underarms. "I just can't believe we're all here together again!"

"Somebody shoot me," Heather whispered.

Chris watched as the action unfolded before him, intent to produce quality television for the broad public eye that was sure to be viewing his show, soon turning his attention to the oncoming competitors in the bus.

"Our next contestants are Katie and Sadie!"

"Eeeeeeeeeh!" he heard them screech in perfect, deafening unison, leaping outside the vehicle with their hands interlocked.

"Hey, guys!"

"I can't believe it!" Sadie let out.

"We're back on the show!" Katie answered, with Sadie replying naught but a second later.

"And we're going around the world!"

The two proceeded to dart past Chris, their host, and reached the other contestants, not paying much attention to any one of them, except perhaps Justin, who they began hugging tightly, prompting a heavy sigh out of the manly eye candy.

"Interesting," Chris muttered before landing eyes on the next passenger of the million dollar voyage. "Next, we have Owen!"

"Woohoo!" the large boy bellowed as he, too, sprung outside of the bus and onto the pavement below him, then beginning to celebrate and dance in his rooted position. "How's it hanging, Chris?"

"Welcome back, Owen," Chris replied as the two high fived heartily.

Owen bounced down the aisle and met his fellow competitors once again. "Oh, it's so great to see you guys! How's my little buddy?" he asked, crushing Noah within a hug that could rival a grizzly bear's strength.

"I've been better!" Noah squeaked.

Owen subsequently released Noah, who collapsed onto the floor, and explained himself. "Sorry, I get a little overexcited sometimes," he said as Noah regained his strength and called to his feet.

"Cody!" Chris yelled in response to the next competitor becoming visible in the door frame. "The Codester! The Code-Meister!"

"Aw, yeah!" he cheered. "The Codester's back in town!"

Suddenly, he heard a shrill shriek that could only be associated with one voice, and just as he began strutting down the stairs, he noticed Sierra squealing with amplified elation.

"Ah!" he grunted as he tripped on his footing and planted his chin on the concrete ground the others were standing on.

Sierra immediately rushed over to the scene, picking up Cody and slinging him over her shoulder. "I missed you, Cody."

Cody heaved a hefty sigh as Sierra began trudging along. "Me, too," he mumbled somewhat sarcastically, yet simultaneously in an honest tone of voice.

"Aw, he's like her little baby!" Lindsay beamed as she lifted one foot up, watching as Cody and Sierra returned to the group, Chris eyeing the next contestant.

"Leshawna!" he called out.

"What's up, y'all?" the ghetto girl asked conspicuously, strutting down the walkway with her leopard-printed luggage in hand and high fiving McLean before reaching the other teenagers. "Good to see you. Especially you," she glowered, obviously not meaning what she was saying.

"Well, I'm sure we've all missed you, Leshawna," Heather replied hastily.

"Hey, Lindsay. Hey, Beth," Leshawna greeted as she hugged her accomplices, Lindsay and Beth giving in without many second thoughts, elevated in the moment.

"Duncan!" Chris smirked with a laugh coming up through his throat. "What's up, dude?"

"Never thought I'd miss this crap," the boy uttered, smiling. He approached Chris and gave him a fist bump, then going on to Owen, who gave him a high five.

"Alright!" Owen screeched.

"Hey, man."

"Oh, look who's back!" Heather shouted at him with malicious intent. "I can't wait for Gwen to arrive!"

"Eat it, toothpick."

Chris chuckled at the delinquent's previous statement, turning around and smiling, introducing the fourteenth contestant. "Alright! Our next contestant is Courtney!"

As Chris beckoned to her through the use of her name, Courtney carefully made her way to the bottom of the stairs, utilizing the safety rails to her advantage. "Hi, everyone."

"Welcome back, Courtney," Chris greeted as she shook his hand, a more formal route than every other contestant took.

As she scouted her surroundings and took notice of the oncoming crowd of thirteen, Courtney eyed Duncan spitefully. "I was hoping I didn't have to see you again."

"Oh, believe me, sister," Duncan started. "I'm not exactly excited to see you again, either."

"That is so sad," Katie whispered. "Isn't it Sadie?"

"Totally," her surrogate twin replied. "Reality shows really suck for relationships, you know."

"Also returning," Chris began, anxious to introduce the next passenger. "It's Eva!"

The athletic teenager refused to exit graciously, stomping down the steps leading to the ground with rage-fueled flames lighting up her pupils, thrusting her finger in the air towards Chris' direction.

"You have a lot of nerve bringing me back on this stupid show!" she fumed, her glower only widening.

"Yeah, we know," Chris replied relatively nonchalantly.

"You might as well hand me the million right now," she barked as she approached the rest, rooting in a spot beside Cody and Sierra. The former of which smiled at Eva, remembering the MP3 incident, but was greeted with a growl, which Sierra responded to by pulling Cody closer to her with both arms and grimacing.

"Alright, then," said Chris, beckoning towards the next competitor of the season. "Next up, Geoff!"

The boy walked out, relaxed, with a smile on his face and his trademark hat decorating his oddly shaped head. "What's happening, dudes?"

"Geoff, my man," Chris responded, responding to Geoff sticking his arm out in a fist by bumping it.

"Good to see you," Geoff said as he met with the others, high fiving both Owen and Duncan, as well as smiling at Cody and tipping his hat towards the direction of Trent and Justin, the latter of which gave him a wink in response.

"Our next contestant is DJ!" Chris announced.

The gentle giant nimbly stepped down the stairs while waving to the camera and his fellow teenagers, a smiling beaming on his face as the breeze blew gently that morning. "Hey, everyone."

"How's it going, DJ?" raised Chris.

"It's going great, man. Thanks for having me back," DJ replied as he calmly fist bumped Chris.

"My pleasure, dude."

DJ carried on walking and heading onto the small crowd and catching sight of all three members of the guys alliance, Duncan, Owen, and Geoff. "Hey, hey!" he grinned.

"Aw, man! This is awesome!" Owen blissfully cheered as the four boys high fived each other and caught up.

"The boys are back in town!" added Duncan.

"Alright!" Geoff howled, the four of their hands still sticking together after the high five.

"Let's welcome back Gwen!" Chris hollered.

The grumpy goth trudged into view of the contestants, leaning onto the side of the door frame and saying, "Aw, crap. Here we go again."

"I'm loving the enthusiasm, Gwen," Chris replied.

"Whatever."

Gwen shuffled past Chris with her suitcases clutched tightly within her palms, attaining the attention of a certain Leshawna.

"Hey, girl!" she cheerfully greeted as the two fist bumped, with Gwen afterwards meeting with Duncan, whom she shared a hug with, prompting Courtney to stick her finger into her mouth and pretend to gag.

"Loser," Heather seemed to agree.

"Our next competitor," Chris began. "Izzy!"

The so-called psycho hose beast leapt into the door frame and immediately shrieked, "Yeah! Woohoo!" as she commenced the action of backflipping down each of the steps, landing on her hands and springing back up towards the other competitors, Chris watching in amusement.

"Hey, Izz!" Owen smiled.

"Hey, Big O!" she zealously remarked, hugging the relatively large boy known as Owen. "So, this is cool, huh?"

"If by cool, you mean deadly and full of crap," Noah uttered. "Then it's a riot."

"Oh, hi, Noah!" she shouted again.

"Only five contestants left," explained Chris. "Bridgette's next up!"

"Hey," the surfer girl uttered calmly as she entered the door frame with her trusty surfboard in hand, at this point so commonly associated with her that it became a signal of her presence. She gently bumped Chris' fist and traveled near her boyfriend, whom she hugged, telling him, "I missed you."

"Missed you, too, Bridge."

Duncan eyed them somewhat malevolently before piping up, "You two'd better not start making out again."

"Oh, don't worry," Bridgette assured them. "We're totally in it to win it this time around."

"So you said last season," Heather intervened.

Bridgette's face contorted into an expression of slight, yet noticeable anger, or perhaps annoyance, before she responded. "That was a mistake."

"We're doing it this time, dudes!" Geoff backed out.

After the conversation had ended, Chris turned his attention to his usual hosting duties, noticing the bus door frame had been acting as host to another cast member. "Alright! Our next contestant is Harold!"

The skinny boy inched forward, nearing the steps and beginning his routine, involving karate poses of many forms. "Hi-Yah!" he shouted before he walked over to the rest. "Hi, everyone. Hi, Leshawna."

"How's it going, Harold, baby?" she inquired.

"The incessant odious fragrance from the exhaust is really-" he began to say, before Harold was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from someone. Upon turning around, he realized it to be Duncan. "Oh, hey, Duncan."

Instead of greeting Harold, Duncan pushed him hard enough for Harold to lose his balance and tumble into Leshawna's arms. "You're lucky I broke up with Courtney," Duncan explained.

"Not cool, Duncan!" Harold retaliated. "Thanks, Leshawna," he said graciously, before Leshawna took notice of her previous action and released Harold, subsequently ending in him falling to the floor.

"Three left!" Chris interrupted. "Alejandro's next!"

"Hola, mis amigos!" the Spanish boy welcomed with a smile on his face, prompting a sharp, cursory gasp from Heather.

"Welcome back to the show, my man," said Chris.

"Thank you for having me back," Alejandro responded, shaking his hand, strutting along and taking a spot next to his main adversary.

"Go away," she barked.

"You want me to go away?" he asked sarcastically, inching closer to her.

"How the hell did you get out of that robot suit?" she hastily replied, changing the subject as rapidly as possible.

"I got it removed after staying inside it for a year."

"Ugh!"

Chris promptly chuckled, eyeing the drama occurring in front of him. "You guys are gonna love this one," he insisted. "Second to last is Ezekiel!"

"What?" they all asked in unison, completely bamboozled in their screaming voices and wandering thoughts.

As they continued wondering what Chris had just announced, the familiar figure known as Chef Hatchet appeared within the door frame, not accompanied by a human. Instead, it was a feral beast, detached from society and deprived of his senses.

Ezekiel was thrown by Chef, landing on the floor and rolling before coming to a sudden halt, beginning to snarl and chase his own behind, sprinting effortlessly in circles that would never complete.

"What is he doing here?" Gwen inquired.

"There is no way I'm competing with that thing," Eva added.

"He turned feral in season three," Sierra explained. "He's unable to compete."

"I think you're going feral, too," Cody told Sierra, whose self was still obsessed with him.

"Don't be silly, Cody," she retaliated. "I'm just going feral over you."

"Yeah," he said, turning to face one of the many cameras. "I'm screwed."

As Ezekiel continued producing his usual grunting noises and chasing his nonexistent tail, Chris began explaining his reasoning.

"It's alright, guys. He's mostly harmless. His parents finally sued us and demanded we nurse him back to health, so we figured the best way to get him back to normal was to give him another chance at the million and some actual human interaction. One thing led to another, and bam! He's on the show."

The competitors responded with long, drawn out groans, eyeing Chris in dissatisfaction and with faces of disbelief.

"Haha, awesome!" Izzy shouted.

"You can't be serious!" was audible, coming from the mouth of Justin, clutching a mirror in his right hand, lowering it with the revelation of the latest news.

"Hey, don't worry! We still have one more competitor left!"

"Extreme!" the other twenty-three heard a voice shouting, radiating energy from the door frame and marking the final competitor. Tyler was standing, posing in his normal wannabe athletic poses, then tripping on the stairs and rolling endlessly on the ground, ceasing his movement at the feet of the others. "Ow!"

"Tyler!" Lindsay twinkled, picking him up to his feet.

"Hey, Lindsay. Hey, guys."

"Alright," Chris began, smiling radiantly, eager to commence the new season. "Everyone's finally here. All 24 of you! It's time to get a tour of the plane."

Chef Hatchet exited the bus as it pulled away, signifying a driver already inside. He pulled a remote from his pocket, which slowly opened a door in the distance behind the cast. They turned, fixed on the moment and enraptured by the fact that they'd be receiving a new plane.

That was until the exact same plane rolled out.

"You told us there would be a new plane!" Duncan snapped.

"As if I'd actually tell you the truth," Chris responded. "Owen, you might wanna be careful with this thing."

"Oh, don't worry," Owen assured him. "I conquered my fear of flying!"

"Yeah, and I lied about in the first place," Izzy added.

"Nothing to be scared of," DJ said. "Did you rebuild the plane?"

"Yup, but you'll find there's definitely a lot to be afraid of," Chris added, chuckling maniacally.

"Like what?" Beth inquired, gaining glares from those who believed she shouldn't have asked. "I'm not really scared of anything."

"What about explosions?" Chris asked rhetorically, with Chef pressing a different button on the remote directly afterwards, triggering a detonation hailing from the interior of the plane. The explosion rung out for a sizable amount of time, with large amounts of wreckage visible in the aftermath. Nobody was harmed, save for the plane, which was completely annihilated.

"Wicked!" Harold shouted in response.

"This is the real plane," Chris explained as a fresh plane rolled into the area, more of the plane becoming visible after every passing second. The campers ardently gaped in absolute awe once laying sight upon the aircraft. Its wheels were squeaky clean, rolling smoothly, unlike the atrocity that was the jumbo jet. Windows were visible from the head to the tail, gleaming and reflecting its surroundings in perfection. It was long, astonishingly and unbelievably long, and looked to be one of luxurious class, its smooth white color scheme shining in contrast with the dark, cold ground.

"No way!" Katie shouted in disbelief.

"I can't believe it, Katie!" Sadie responded.

"Are we actually riding in that?" Trent queried, pointing to the quality locomotive and then back to his host.

"Yup!" Chris answered, smiling. "Everything's bigger and better this season, and by everything, I mean everything," he chuckled. "That includes this plane. Let's take a tour, shall we?"

The camera cut ahead as the passengers and pilots entered the plane, the interior of which was not fooled by the exterior. It was just as lavish as it had appeared, demonstrated by the very first area they walked into. The walls lined the corners of the room, with large windows covering most of the area where they would be located. There was one step on each side, located directly next to the walls, leading down into the middle of the room, containing two colossal sofas facing each other. They would've formed a complete circle, save for the small gaps in between. In the space between the couches, the floor turned to glass, with the airport floor visible through it.

"Woohoo!" Cody belted. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

"We're really here, aren't we?" Gwen rhetorically inquired.

"I thought this kind of stuff was only in cartoons," Justin explained, standing next to Chris. "You've really outdone yourself, Chris."

"Thank you, Justin. This is the common area," the host announced. "This is where we'll hold meetings together, where challenges will be explained every three days, and where you will report at the beginning of every episode. It's also a place you can come to at any time to hang out or just relax. Follow me to the next area."

The camera flickered into the next scene, though the group barely had to walk at all, as the common room led directly into the next one, which was a hallway. It contained another couch on each end, as well as two cushioned chairs beside each one.

"This is the main hallway," Chris explained as they passed through, contestants still in shock at their superior living conditions. As they entered the very next area, they noticed a large space containing dining conditions. There was a multitude of tables, with the seats surrounding them counting 24 in total. There was a wood burning pizza oven, a grill, many other kitchen appliances, a bar lining the right side, a chandelier lighting up the spacious region, and flags of various countries strewn across the walls.

"Is this the dining area?" Lindsay asked.

"No, it's where we sleep," Noah sharply replied.

"Yes, Lindsay, it is," Chris explained. "Chef will be cooking meals for the hosts, and also for you. This time, it's actual food."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Chef grumbled, entering the room from the door behind the bar's counter and deciding to anoint himself as part of the group.

"Yes!" Owen screamed. "Thank the heavens, yes! It's a dream come true! Oh, sweet mama! Yes! Real food!"

As the boy continued celebrating, Chris asked, "Will somebody please shut him up?"

"With pleasure," Leshawna responded, picking up a chicken leg from behind the counter and stuffing it into Owen's mouth. Ezekiel soon snarled, apparently wanting a bite as well.

"Thanks," the tubby boy gurgled through the chicken.

Next, the group moved into a wider hallway with brown doors lining the walls, specifically twenty-four, each one containing a gold plaque to decorate it. "These are the dorms, where you'll be sleeping for the next, uh, however many days this thing takes. Each plaque contains one of your names on it, so be sure to look for your room and set your things there once we're done. Just to make it interesting, your room will be located next to some of your friends, your girlfriends, your boyfriends, and even your worst enemies."

"This is surreal," Courtney murmured.

"Wow, Sadie," Katie muttered. "We get our own rooms."

"I know right?" Sadie queried in response. "This is so cool!"

"Finally, a girl can get some privacy!" Leshawna belted out.

"Each room is complete with a king sized bed and silk sheets, with the fluffiest pillow you'll ever rest your teeny little teenage heads on," Chris described. "They also each come with a 40 inch flat screen TV, LED lighting, a balcony overlooking the skies, and their own private bathroom!"

This statement alone uproariously sparked commotion among the enlivened competitors, the males and females alike smiling and feverish, elevated at the idea of their improved living conditions, aside from Owen, who evidently didn't care for bathrooms, and Ezekiel, who was too busy grooming himself with his legs.

"Private bathrooms! Oh, I've been waiting so long for this!" Lindsay shrieked.

"Yup," Chris agreed. "Not as good as my quarters, but still pretty nice. The walls aren't soundproof, though, so you might wanna get used to that," he added through a chuckle.

"Great," Courtney murmured. "Now we get to hear your snoring all night," she barked, pointing at Harold's face.

"I told you, it's a condition!" he shouted at her. "Gosh!"

"You ignore her, Harold," Leshawna advised as Chris led the group into the next area.

"Right this way, passengers."

Once through the hallway calling home to the dormitories, the contestants were led into another area by Chris, this one resembling a gym. The walls were white, with one red stripe striking through, running across the length of the room.

"This is the gym," Chris announced. "Some of you may find this more interesting than others."

"Finally, something good," Eva snapped. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you, Eva," replied Chris. "Again, this area's just for fun, and you can come here any time you like," he added before chuckling.

"Alright," Tyler gawked. "It's Tyler time!"

Some other passengers, namely specifics like Alejandro, Justin, DJ, and Duncan, continued to examine their surroundings, noticing a spacious area complete with weights, treadmills, biking machines, rowers, and vending machines, which Owen found quite intriguing.

"Here's the last, uh, 'fun' area," Chris sarcastically said through a snicker. The gang entered a new room, this time extremely commodious, sporting ample space, with its main highlight being the indoor pool in the center. There were a few diving boards, as well as white poolside chairs made of a flexible material, with a counter which seemed to serve as a section of food ordering, and a central domed ceiling composed of translucent blue glass.

"Awesome!" Geoff yelped as Bridgette smiled up at him.

"This is the pool," Chris unnecessarily brought up.

"Really?" Noah inquired. "I thought it was the-"

"Oh, shut it already!" Heather screeched at him before he could complete his sardonic remarks.

"Alright, we got one more area left," explained Chris. "There's the cargo hold after that, but we'll probably just skip it since no one actually cares. This is my favorite room," he laughed. "It'll soon be yours, too."

"Yeah, I don't think so," Duncan snapped.

"You'll see."

The contestants entered the final area of the plane set to be explored during the duration of their tour, which was perhaps part of the highest regard in terms of servitude and honor of the game. There was a podium where Chris would presumably stand, the same curtains from Total Drama World Tour draped behind it. A door stood, leading outside the plane on the left side. Against that left wall, directly beside the door, was a gigantic map of the world, the parchment paper emphasizing the shape of the continents and the journey-esque feel of the prebuilt season. Yet another door was placed on the right side, leading into a relatively confined space, the public bathroom. In contrast to the rest of the plane's sumptuous nature, it was surprisingly small, as opposed to the other spacious areas infested throughout the plane. It was a nice bathroom with tiled floors and painted walls, but it was relatively cramped and had a camera facing the toilet.

"Welcome to the dreaded elimination area!" Chris shouted, full of joy. "Confessional booth is just over to the right, but the best part of every episode is the very end, where one sorry loser will jump out that door and take the drop of shame!"

This remark gained a few sharp gasps from the competitors, who didn't believe an extravagant elimination would be present within the new plane and new season.

Chef then proceeded to open the door, allowing the competitors to gain full view of the ground far below, or what would've been had they taken off previously. While the airport ground stood motionless beneath their feet, the competitors were injected with a certain sense of dread as they realized there was a high probability they themselves would be forced to endure this dubbed drop.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Bridgette exclaimed.

"We get a new plane, and you make us jump out of it?" Duncan asked fiercely. "No thank you!"

"You can be first if you'd like, Mr. McQuittyPants," Chris returned, smirking and pointing at the exit.

"You are not quitting again," Gwen glowered, sparking a reassuring glare upon Duncan.

"Relax, queenie. I'm not losing it this time," he responded as Chef slammed the door shut with appreciable force, then turning to go and heading towards the path he once tread.

"Well, that's the entire plane," said Chris, before pointing behind him. "Cargo hold's back there, and me and Chef's quarters are none of your business. Any questions?"

"Can I get a restraining order?" Cody hastily responded, with Ezekiel replying in the form of a growl and Sierra's arm currently wrapped around shoulder, progressively pulling him closer in an unyielding grasp.

"Nope!" Chris answered. "Good luck with, uh, that."

"Oh, come on!"

"It'll be alright, Cody," Sierra whispered.

"Whatever floats your boat, weirdo," Eva snapped.

Suddenly, the floor began to tremble, with motoring sounds audible all throughout the nearby vicinity, contestants in awe, staring up and down, eager for the journey ahead.

"Attention, maggots!" Chef bellowed over the intercoms, which weren't loudspeakers this time, but instead built into the ceiling of each room and contributing to the sleek comprehensive constitution of the aircraft. "We are now beginning our ascent into the air, so buckle up, shut up, and get yourselves comfortable!"

The competitors then felt the plane lift off, soaring into the air as a bird would, floating effortlessly and fabricating a tremendously smooth voyage.

"You heard the man, passengers," Chris addressed. "Make yourselves comfortable for the duration of the ride. After that," he said, snickering unnervingly. "Well, it won't be as comfortable once we get there."

"Of course," Beth grumbled.

"Hey, don't worry, Beth!" Justin reassured, chuckling. "I'll lead the way."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Beth

"Okay, I really have no idea how this season's gonna go," Beth said, tapping her fingers on her head as she stared out the window of the confessional. "I did break up with Brady since the last time I competed, so I think it'll be different this time. Maybe I'll even have a better shot at winning!"

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Justin

"Let's just say I screwed up big time in season two," Justin said smiling, one of his legs over the other and a mirror clutched in his hand. "Okay, so I said that last time. Doesn't matter. This one's in the bag. Watch out, ladies and gentlemen. This guy's back in the game."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Izzy

"Okay, how awesome is this?" Izzy shouted, throwing her arms in the air. "I just can't believe it's true! This plane has balconies! Okay, now I can totally mess with all the other planes we pass! I got banned from basically every airport in my area for, uh, different reasons, which means it's probably not a safe idea to have me on board, haha!" she cackled maniacally, ending her confessional.

-o0o-o0o-

There was a precipitous incline in liveliness aboard the plane once Chris had released the passengers to their surroundings and their own free will, he and Chef in the cockpit near the front of the plane attempting not to crash it. Competitors were scrambling through the hallways, seeking to perceive their environment with clearer vision by experiencing it the best they could. Their rooms were an attraction, with the many teenagers setting down their luggage inside them and deciding to explore all they had to offer.

The doors were grouped in formations of eight with four rooms on each side of the plane. A considerable amount of space was between each group of eight, forming a sense of separation, yet the sense of unity brought by the linear hallway could not escape.

A sense of anticipation and emotions of elation radiated through the minds of the passengers and through the halls of the ritzy airplane as the group set off to their first destination together in a what had collectively begun to feel like a long, long time. What was going to happen? Where would they go? Who would pull out on top? Not much was expected by the competitors, who believed they would largely end the same as they started, but the mysteries of the future would soon be uncovered with time.

-o0o-o0o-o0o-

"Welcome back to Total Drama Uncharted!" Chris McLean shouted from the cockpit of his newly acquired top class airplane after a commercial break. "On the first part of our premiere episode, all twenty-four original competitors were brought back to compete around the world yet again, this time in a five star, luxury airplane! Some made friendlier introductions than others, and some were happier to be here than others, but in the end, everyone wants another chance at the million bucks! Who will edge out over the others? What sort of drama will commence? You may or may not find out on the continuation of the very first episode of Total! Drama! Uncharted!"

The 24 contestants bustled about during the early morning hours, with some still yet rested and nestled in their private rooms and some beginning their daily festivities, including breakfast in the dining area and working out in the gym.

Trent began strolling outside of his room, attempting to make it to the dining area without too many distractions in order to begin his hearty meal, but ended up bumping into someone. "Oof," he grunted, tilting his head upwards. Upon locking eyes with the aforementioned person, he had realized it to be Gwen.

"Oh, uh," she responded upon the ephemeral awkward silence. "Hey, Trent. Look, I really hope you're not still peeved at me over all the stuff that went down in season two."

"Absolutely not," Trent explained. "It was my fault anyway."

"Good to hear," Gwen smiled subtly. "How's it been for you?"

"Alright," he answered. "I just can't believe we're back here again."

"Just keeps coming back doesn't it?" Gwen asked rhetorically, engendering slight giggles from both teenagers.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'll win this time."

"Oh, I'd love to see that happen," Gwen snapped jokingly.

"Just watch," he said laughing. "I'll play my game, and you play yours."

"Sounds like a deal," Gwen said as the two shook hands.

"I was gonna go grab some breakfast. I'll see you at the challenge today."

"Where I'll kick your butt."

"Not on my watch," Trent responded one last time before the two fist bumped and parted ways.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Trent

"Honestly, I'm surprised that went well at all," Trent explained, leaning on the wall of the confessional booth. "I half expected she would kick me in the kiwis or something terrible like that. Still, relationships aren't my primary focus this time around. I feel like I've got a real shot this season, so I might as well shoot it, and hey! If anything happens in the relationship game, I'll take it."

-o0o-o0o-

Trent entered the relatively crowded dining area, filled to the brim with most of the passengers aboard the plane, all sitting freely with whomever they chose, entering and exiting at their own will.

Chris and Chef went about their daily activities at their own leisure, sometimes checking in on the traveling teen freak show if they felt up to it, though seldom did they carry out this task.

Anxiously awaiting the challenge, the participants attempted to make quick work of the delicious breakfast they had been served, courtesy of the brilliant Chef Hatchet and a brilliant juxtaposition in comparison to the previous seasons' "food."

"Okay!" Harold cried as he walked into the area, wearing a bathrobe and holding up one of the water bottles provided along with the contestants' rooms, silencing the room and garnering the attention of his fellow competitors. "Who stole my water bottle and filled it with toilet water?"

There was a sudden uproar of laughter in the room, especially coming from the table calling host to Duncan, Geoff, DJ, and Bridgette, particularly the first two.

"Aw, dude!" Geoff exclaimed, wiping a tear from his eye and nearly out of breath due to his tumultuous laughter.

"Not funny, guys!" Harold shouted in response. "That was totally grossitating!"

"Sorry, dude!" said Duncan. "What can I say? Accidents happen."

"Dude, that was not smooth!" DJ shouted jokingly as he waved his flattened hand across the air and laughed.

"How do you accidentally fill a water bottle with toilet water?" Harold asked with a raised voice, sparking another outcry of laughter. "Idiots!"

"Geoff!" Bridgette yelled in a whisper, signaling her boyfriend to cease his immature exploits.

"Relax, Bridge. It's harmless."

"Ignore them, Harold," Leshawna advised as Harold took his seat with her after reverting back to his original getup, the both of them without any additional company in their vicinity.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Harold

"I've had just about enough of those idiots!" Harold shouted into the camera during his stay in the confessional booth, a peeved expression glazing his face, evident in the linearity of his eyes. "They've been messing with me ever since we first met each other. I guess they don't truly value my many mad skills in kangaroo kickboxing and Japanese haiku, or the fact that I can probably cook a turkey better than anyone in Turkey."

-o0o-o0o-

"Hey, Noah?" Owen asked his buddy, who was directly beside him at a table accompanied by the two, in addition to Tyler, Izzy, and Lindsay. "You gonna finish that oatmeal?"

"Knock yourself out, big guy," Noah responded hastily, passing his bowl to Owen in the form of a quick slide, after which the boy began to devour the newfound meal, courtesy of Noah's pure kindness.

"Today's our first challenge!" Izzy beamed. "I hope there are piranhas."

"You hope?" Noah questioned.

"Well, why not? I've always wanted to have one as a pet."

"Yeah, because that's not gonna bite you in the butt."

This statement sparked a chuckle from Tyler, who followed it up with, "Literally," smiling as he shoved an apple into his mouth and took an ample bite out of it.

"I hope we get to go shopping!" Lindsay beamed. "How awesome would that be, Tyler? Imagine we get to go to Los Angeles! Or New York! And we get to pick out clothes for each other!"

"I'd probably quit the show."

"Don't be silly, Tyler," Lindsay instructed him. "Even if you pick out really terrible clothes, we'd still be having fun!" she screamed, hugging him.

"True, but I don't exactly like embarrassing myself in front of the basketball team back home."

"Oh, please, Tyler," Izzy mumbled. "You probably haven't even played for them yet, much less scored."

"I'm sure Tyler scores a whole lot," Lindsay countered.

"And I'm sure you both took a few too many basketballs to the head," Noah butted in, prompting Owen to snort his orange juice out his nose and spray his friend, who groaned in relative disgust.

"Sorry, Noah," he apologized. "I just get really excited."

"Sure do," Eva chimed in as she walked past the table with her breakfast in hand and her attitude in check, awaiting any trammels packaged with her daily encounters and associated with the reality show they had come to know and hate. "Try not to piss me off too much, got it?"

Owen nodded in answer, with his mouth full of a sizable portion of waffles, and upon swallowing, he managed to let out, "Yes, ma'am!"

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Eva

"This is my season! No one's gonna steal my million bucks this time around," Eva assured her audience as she inched closer to the camera with each passing word. "If they even do so much as try to beat me, I'll probably crush them. I weeded out my biggest issue by taking anger management classes, so I think I probably have as great a chance as ever," she explained in a surprisingly calm manner, juxtaposed against Eva's ordinary antics in times past.

"You done in there?" a voice called, knocking on the confessional door, the sound of which Eva recognized to be Courtney. "I'll be in Greenland by the time I get some privacy in here."

"You'll be dead, twerp!"

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Owen

Owen sat, huddled up, fiddling with his fubsy fingers in the facility that was the confessional booth. "Eva really scares me sometimes, but it's no matter!" he quickly flipped emotionally, shooting his finger up into the air. "Nothing is stopping me this season, and when I say nothing, I mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zip! Zilch! Diddly squat!" he began to compile before taking a whiff of his surroundings. "Hey, are those sausages I smell? Come to Papa!" he bellowed before darting out of the booth, proving his previous ramblings fallacious.

-o0o-o0o-

"Good," Eva grumbled after an ephemeral moment of hesitation, taking a seat not too great of a distance away, alone in her aspirations and in personal company. Sitting, too, alone at the table beside her was Justin, who she couldn't stop herself from shooting a glimpse at before returning to her meal.

"Hi, Justin!" Sadie greeted, smiling and enthusiastic, with her inseparable partner Katie beside her, both taking uninvited seats and reaping the reward they sought, that being to have been bestowed the honor of sitting across from Justin.

"I thought I was gonna greet him," Katie whispered menacingly into Sadie's ear, visibly discontent.

"Whatever, Katie. It really doesn't matter."

"Girls, relax," Justin advised. "There's plenty of room for both of you here."

The two simply responded with coy giggles brought about by the man candy, who calmly ate his breakfast as if unfazed by the surrounding commotion, which included Alejandro taking his uncalled for seat across from Heather.

"You don't mind, do you?" Alejandro asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean," she stumbled. "Of course I mind. Shoo!"

"You're telling me to go away?" Alejandro inquired rhetorically. "If my memory serves me correctly, you were the one who sent me tumbling down a volcano and into a robot suit!"

"Oh, shut it, Alejerko!" Heather snapped forcefully. "I am going to crush you!" she shouted, attempting to bend her spoon and succeeding slightly after a cursory period of struggle.

"That's where you're mistaken," Alejandro corrected her. "I'm taking my million dollars. The same million that you stole from me last time we competed."

"Please," she scoffed. "I didn't steal any of your money. I was just playing the game the best I could."

"And for that, I give you my respect," he said tranquilly, blowing her a kiss, which she caught and pretended to crumple up, throwing it to the ground. "Why so angry?"

"You are up to something."

"Whatever you say, Heather."

"Ugh!" she grunted, rising to her feet and storming off, having completed her first meal of the day.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Alejandro

"She'll be back," Alejandro said confidently as he leaned against the left wall of the confessional booth, his arm resting on his knee. "I could use at least one ally, and Heather will be the only one willing to work with me after my, let's say, slippery, performance last time around. Even so, I believe I can outlast them all without much help. Some will be more difficult than the rest."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Heather

"I am not falling for douchebag Diego this time!" Heather shouted with her hands upon the counter of the confessional and an indignant expression coating her face. "No matter how hard he tries to make a move on me, nothing will come of it. Still, as much as I want to punch him in his handsome face, I guess he'd be the best ally to have with me. I mean, there is no way I am teaming up with Leshawna. One thing is for sure. I am the alliancer, not the alliancee."

-o0o-o0o-

"Phew," Cody sighed, sitting at a table alone and far away from the person he was endeavoring to avoid, hoping to eschew her harrowing ways. Ezekiel took a seat beside him, growling, yet Cody remained unfazed in his state of euphoria. "Isn't it great, Zeke? Sierra hasn't been creepy all morning!"

As if on cue, Sierra leaped out from underneath the table, suddenly appearing directly in front of Cody and his casual breakfast. "Morning, Cody!"

"Ah!" Cody screamed, falling backwards off the bench and knocking the back of his head onto the floor. "Sierra!"

"Sorry, Cody," she mumbled, picking him up and dusting him off, with Ezekiel subsequently following with a growl and a jump onto the table.

"Thanks, Sierra. Now, quit doing that!" Cody screeched somewhat loudly, pointing a finger into her face.

"Okay!" she hastily responded as Cody nestled back into his seat, with the girl taking her seat directly across from him, having partly learned to respect his personal space.

The contestants continued their nutritious breakfasts, eating what they chose and acting upon their emotions, without the stress of the competition yet creeping up behind them.

BOOM!

The plane could be felt bumping, with the first specifically ferocious turbulent wave knocking many off their seats.

"Weak!" Tyler shouted as the plane continued rocking, on the floor and rubbing his head, which he had presumably bumped.

"What's going on?" Courtney asked, running into the room and being knocked onto the plane's floor.

DJ continued walking, attempting to grab onto something, passing by the table housing Cody and Sierra. On top of it was Ezekiel, grabbing onto the sleek wooden piece of furniture's edge, nearly knocked off until he finally lost his grip and fell off, bumping into DJ and knocking him over.

"Oof!" DJ chuntered with Ezekiel compressing his chest. The feral monster proceeded to examine the boy carefully, tracking his scent and growling in his face, fabricating a sense of intimidation. "Uh… nice… Zeke?" he let out. Contrary to DJ's wishes, Ezekiel did not back off, producing even stronger growls as the other cast members clamored. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Zeke! I wanna help you!" he pleaded, Zeke stunned for a moment and leaping off DJ's body, prompting the brickhouse to smile and attempt to regain his footing, the plane's turbulence slowly ceasing.

"Attention all soon to be victims!" Chef's husky voice bellowed through the loudspeaker system. "We are now beginning our descent into our very first destination, so sit your butts down and get ready!"

"Where do you think it'll be?" Sadie asked.

"I hope it's somewhere nice," answered her surrogate twin, Katie. "Oh, I hope it's Paris!"

"You'll see what it is when we land," Chris explained as he entered the dining area. "We're gonna be having some fun today!"

The contestants' clamoring came to a conclusion as the ride smoothed out, bumpiness fading into a tranquil sail, with the vehicle beginning its noticeable descent. Chef remained in the cockpit, controlling the aerial trip, pulling up and landing in a pleasant area.

The plane touched upon a rocky cliff with green grass at the top, with a sprawling, sparkling beach at its foot. It was nigh empty, which seemed unrealistic, but anything was possible with Chris hosting the competition. It hosted a large ocean next to it, with an island visible in the distance. Behind the cliff was a path, surrounded by clean white fences, with its many steps leading into a bustling town, populated to the brim with tourists and locals alike.

Contestants exited the plane, pleased with the host's chosen destination, shocked that somewhere so beautiful could be home to a game so vile.

"This isn't all bad," Gwen stated, exiting the plane with Duncan by her side.

"Better than Egypt," Duncan responded, shrugging.

Geoff eyed his surroundings without a clue as to where the plane may have possibly landed. "Where are we, dudes?"

"Are we in Hawaii again?" Harold asked the host.

"No, Harold, we are not," Chris answered, with the full cast outside of the plane and stood on top of the cliff. "Welcome to Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur. I don't exactly know what that means, but I do know that we're in the South of France, bordering the beautiful Mediterranean Sea."

"This is France?" Lindsay asked, beaming. "Where's the Eiffel Tower?"

"This isn't Paris," replied Chris. "It's Provence-Alpes-Cote d'Azur. Whatever the heck that is. Only thing I know is that this is the site of our ground-breaking first challenge, and that it will decide which team you're on in this extensive competition."

"Can you hurry it up already?" Heather snapped.

"Nope!" Chris shouted in response, unrelievedly carrying on his monotonous monologues. "This one's a bit of a different one. You'll be on your own in an awesome race to the finish line!"

"So we can do whatever we want?" Katie asked.

"Yup," stated Chris. "You've gotta do whatever it takes to race up those stairs and get through the city. From there, you've gotta get all the way to the other side, where you'll find the other side of this beach, which just so happens to be where the finish line is. The easiest way to get down there is to get down the big cliff on the other side."

"Piece of cake!" Beth reacted.

"We'll be done by lunchtime," Leshawna added.

"Well, not exactly. The city of Arles is about 293 square miles big, so you'll probably get lost in there. Plus, there's the section on the beach, which Chef has rigged up with many deadly obstacles, so uh, it'll probably take a while."

This prompted a cackle from Chef Hatchet, who was standing beside the host, as well as sharp gasps from many of the contestants, who somehow didn't expect the outrageous danger.

"Are there any rules?" Courtney inquired.

"Only rule is, there are no rules!" Chris screamed, cackling. "The city is entirely yours, so feel free to use any methods necessary to get down to that beach. Heck, I don't care what you do in there, just race to the finish and try not to get yourself arrested. I'm looking at you, Duncan."

"Can it."

"Fine, whatever," Chris said, reaching out into his pocket and unveiling a ranged weapon, which he sharply raised into the air and unloaded, shooting a deafening shot into the clear air. "Go!" he shouted, sparking a commotion like no other, contestants rushing to the path to the city with winning in near sight.

Some opted to take the route of a lone wolf, running aimlessly through the city attempting to find a target, while others paired up with their friends or significant others, or even unwillingly following another in order to gain an advantage.

The camera cut ahead once the cast all entered the town, skipping the monotonous montage of the teenagers all striving to reach the same goal in the same fashion, running up the stairs to make it into the beaming, bright and steaming city. All were now inside, alone or not, brainstorming the ideal method that would suffice in accomplishing the task at hand.

"Bridgette? Partners?" Courtney asked, desperate for someone to pair up with in her time of need.

"Sorry, Court," Bridgette answered. "I'm with Geoff."

"Let's hurry it up, Bridge," Geoff suggested, with the two darting off into the expansive city.

"Don't worry, princess," Duncan chimed in, walking alongside Gwen. "You'll find someone."

"Great," she muttered.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Courtney

"I'm going to win that million dollars no matter what happens," Courtney said, sitting straight in the confessional booth. "My goal right now is to make sure I don't get voted off right away, seeing as I have a grand total of zero allies. Of course, that's second after taking down Duncan and Gwen," she smirked.

-o0o-o0o-

"Which way are we going?" Gwen asked Duncan, with the two now inside the city, surrounded by towering buildings and glowering locals.

"I don't know," the delinquent responded. "We should take the fastest mode of transportation."

"This is gonna be harder than I thought."

"Suck it, Gwen!" Courtney shouted, running past them at top speed, appearing as if she knew where she was going.

"Let's follow her," Duncan suggested.

"No way," Gwen countered. "I'm not going near her. She'll kill me."

"You're acting like she won't kill me," stated Duncan. "She probably knows what she's doing. It'll be quicker."

"Okay, true," Gwen giggled, the two rushing to follow.

"Come on, buddy!" Owen shouted once on the city border, bringing Noah in for a backbreaking hug, which brought upon him amplified pain that felt it was shattering his entire body.

"If you let go, I'll come with you!" he squealed.

"Alright!" Owen shouted, dropping Noah to the floor, with Izzy creeping up next to the two.

"I'll see you guys later, okay!" she shouted. "Izzy's off into the city!" She then proceeded to sprint into the maze of buildings.

"Let's hope she doesn't get run over by the paparazzi," Noah grumbled, rising to his feet and dusting himself off.

"They have pizza in the Mediterranean?"

"I've heard there's some at the finish line," Noah lied, smirking, attempting to procure ascendency for themselves in the first challenge.

"Great Gatsby! Pizza! What are we waiting for, Noah? Let's go!" Owen shouted, running as fast as humanly possible for a boy of his stature into the city, with Noah close behind.

"Hey, bestie!" Beth shouted, nearing Lindsay.

"Do you wanna go together?" Lindsay asked, smiling at the thought of seeing her friend once more.

"Definitely," Beth answered, as Lindsay blew the nearby Tyler a kiss, with him catching it with a hearty grin and waving goodbye.

Other partners easily came to mutual agreements with one another, such as Katie and Sadie, who required naught but one or two seconds to pair up and rush into the challenge. However, some others were forced to go their separate ways, such as Justin, who chose to focus and fly solo, as well as Eva, who chose the same. Some were alone due to the fact that no one wanted to partner up, such as Heather and Alejandro.

"Hello?" Heather asked as the crowds faded. "Doesn't anyone want to partner up with me?"

"I should be asking the same question," Alejandro piped up as he calmly strolled next to Heather. "Need a partner?"

"Why are you so insistent on joining me?" Heather snapped, tilting her head forward and leaning closer to Alejandro's face with a visible irked expression upon her face, while maintaining its original curious demeanor.

"Because no one else will be willing to accept," Alejandro stated. "And because you are the only one I can trust. Well, mostly."

"You are crazy," answered Heather in a hasty manner. "I'm impressed, Alejandro, but I'm not joining any alliances yet."

"Why so hesitant, mi amor?"

"Ex amor," Heather corrected him in the most ephemeral way she could've possibly responded, with naught but a millisecond of time passing by since the Spaniard's last query. "I am not letting you screw up my game this time."

"Did you not make the final two last time, Heather?"

"Yes, well," she stumbled. "I could've played better."

"Only if I was by your side the entire time," he smoothly responded. "What say you? I can take you to the final two again if you'd like."

"Yeah, right," she snapped. "You would probably vote me out at the first chance you get."

"Do you not remember the moments we shared together?" he asked, manifestly attempting to acquire her sympathies. "When we teamed up and made it to the finale?"

"You only stayed in the game because Sierra blew up the plane!" Heather shouted, soon sighing deeply and closing her eyes while tilting her head down. After the brief moment, she opened her eyes once more and stared up at Alejandro.

"Suit yourself," he said, turning and facing the opposite direction. "I will be here when you come back to me."

"Which will be never."

"You'll regret that when I'm the first to the finish line," he said as he began walking away, leaving Heather alone in her worries.

At that point, every contestant had entered the urban jungle that was the city, attempting to explore it to its fullest extent with intent to search for the finish line. Sierra was darting through the streets with Cody slung effortlessly over her shoulder.

"Sierra, you can put me down now," Cody reminded her.

"Why would I?" she asked creepily.

"Because I don't want you carrying me on your back for the whole season!"

"Whatever you say, Cody," she said as she slowly lifted Cody off her shoulders and allowed him to plant his feet firmly on the ground. "Now let's go find that finish line!" she shouted as Cody smiled and led the way.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Cody

"She actually listened to me?" Cody excitedly asked rhetorically, rocking back and forth during his time in the confessional booth. "What's next? Not stalking me? Woohoo!"

-o0o-o0o-

"Hey, DJ!" Trent called, running after the kindhearted jock in the streets, both void of a partner at the moment.

"What's up, dude? Need a partner?"

"Sure, man."

"Awesome. Let's do it," DJ answered as the two high-fived, being brought together by fate on such short notice as Ezekiel could be spotted sprinting expeditiously in the background.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: DJ

"I'm glad to be back in the competition after that whole animal curse business back on the old plane," DJ explained, sitting up straight as an arrow on the toilet. "I just hope I can get through without having to backstab or hurt anybody. It's just not in my nature. I can always trust my buddies, though. I haven't been voted off once, and I hope it stays that way."

-o0o-o0o-

At that point, every contestant had sealed their fate as lone wolves or found their presumed partner, embarking on the extensive scour for the finish line and through the city.

"Don't worry, Leshawna," Harold assured his partner, the lusciousness that was Leshawna, as the two calmly walked down one of the numerous streets. "I'll get us out of here in no time."

"You'd better," she insisted. "I don't feel like spending the night in here. How exactly do you plan on getting us out of this maze?"

"We can just ask the locals."

"You speak French?"

"Well, not too well, but we have to take a language at school to graduate. I know enough to ask for directions to the beach."

"Well, do it, Harold!" Leshawna shouted. "We are so gonna win this thing."

"Excusez-moi," Harold politely said to a local girl, sticking his finger up into the air. "Ou est la plage?" he asked, with the girl pointing to her left and Harold thanking her with an earnest bow."We've gotta go that way," he said to Leshawna before the two scampered off.

Katie and Sadie were partaking in similar actions, strolling down the streets with a curious eye and a confused expression, attempting to find the beach to no avail, lacking an intellectual advantage such as Harold's.

"Okay, Sadie," Katie began. "Do you have any idea where we're going, or are you just as lost as I am?"

"How lost are you?"

"On a scale of one to ten?" asked Katie, Sadie replying simply yet effectively with an honest nod and prompting her friend to reply with, "Not even on the scale."

"Yeah, you are just as lost as I am. Okay, what does this beach look like?" Sadie confusedly pondered.

"Probably really big like Chris said," answered Katie. "Next to an ocean, lots of sand, beachy."

"Like Heather?"

"Uh, you know what I mean."

"Well, if you're not talking about Heather," began Sadie. "Then I have zero clue where we're going."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Katie and Sadie

"Okay," Sadie commenced, sitting on the confessional toilet directly beside Katie. "Katie and I are definitely in it to win it this time."

"But I'm sure everyone's been saying that in the confessional," Katie quickly claimed. "After that life-changing argument back at Camp Wawanakwa, Sadie and I have realized that no matter how pretty we are, nobody is perfect, including us!"

"Still, if we put both our heads together, we'll be, like, beyond perfect!"

"Wow, Sadie. We are geniuses."

"I know, right?"

-o0o-o0o-

Justin strolled down the street, maintaining his careful eye upon his surroundings in scout of the intended destination, with locals often locking their eyes upon him, but due to his good looks or Canadian status, he couldn't tell until he was inevitably swarmed by paparazzi and curious locals.

They chanted his name as a camera flash went off, with Justin staring off into the circle of men and women surrounding him. As they began approaching him with their autograph books, he became overwhelmed.

"Hey, everybody! It's so great to see you! I promise I'll catch up to you later, but right now I've got a challenge to win!" he politely announced to no avail, the crowd still swarming. "Guys, guys, please! I've gotta win this thing and get a team assigned! I'm on Total Drama again!" Still, no avail. "Oh, whatever," he mumbled, taking off upon his feet and sprinting faster than he thought possible, attempting to escape the oncoming tsunami of locals, attracting the attention of a couple other contestants nearby.

Lindsay and Beth were first to experience the tidal wave, picking up the sound of pattering, thundering footsteps. They turned around to notice Justin, apparently oblivious to the elephantine gathering he was attempting to evade.

"Oh, hi, Justin!" Lindsay shouted, waving and smiling.

"Get out of here!" he responded.

"Rude!"

"He doesn't mean it that way! Lindsay, we might want to run!" Beth advised.

"Why would we run from Justin?" she inquired unawarely just as the crowd approached and Beth took off alongside Justin, with their feet crushing Lindsay to the ground.

"Lindsay!" Beth bellowed, belting as she bolted beside the boy.

"Save yourself, Beth!" the blonde cried as she lay on the floor, being attacked by the crowd's feet.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Lindsay

"Ow!" Lindsay cried, rubbing her head, which hosted her disorderly hair, likely as a result of the stampede she fell victim to. "I didn't know people's feet could hurt so bad!"

-o0o-o0o-

More continued stampeding on, chasing Justin and Beth, passing Eva on the way, the girl sprinting for the beach without noticing the threat until the imminent warning of booming footsteps approached.

"You'll regret running over me!" she yelled as the crowds continued their shenanigans. "Uh-oh," she muttered, presumably understanding she would be stampeded and trampled as Lindsay did before her. She quickly sprinted a few steps forward and dived behind a building, staring at the crowd, including Justin and Beth, as it passed by. "Phew."

"You hear that?" Gwen asked Duncan, the two walking down the street with the swarming stampede behind them.

"Sounds like Owen's stomach after lunch," Duncan replied.

"Uh-oh!" Gwen shouted, turning around and producing a shocked expression upon her face. She began to run, leaving Duncan behind to face the demons of his own unawareness, which he had soon discovered upon swiveling around.

"Great," he mumbled, being run over and knocked around by the citizens. "Woah!" he cried fumbling down a flight of stairs he ran into on the sidewalk, rolling painfully until he hit the bottom. "Oof! A subway?" he asked himself, noticing his surroundings. "Man, this is gonna be easy."

"What makes you so sure?" a familiar voice queried from behind him.

"Ah!" Duncan jumped, turning around, quivering and facing Courtney with a serious expression glazing her face. "What are you doing here, princess?"

"What do you think?" she snapped. "You may be a totally annoying, unorganized neanderthal, but you're not a complete idiot."

"You know, that may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Oh, shut up already," she said, pressing her finger against his mouth and waiting as the train rolled in. "Here's my ride."

"My ride?"

"Our ride," Bridgette said as she and Geoff ran in, locals lining up to board the subway during their conversation.

"Good. Now we've got company," Duncan stated, running inside the train with the lovebirds.

"Fine, whatever," Courtney groaned, trudging inside.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Bridgette

"We knew just running to the beach wasn't fast enough, so we made the smart decision to take the subway," Bridgette explained with her legs crossed in the confessional. "It'd be nice not to get voted off for kissing for a change. Hey, beaches are my thing, you know. The subway idea will get us there faster."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Geoff

"Yeah," Geoff started, his legs also crossed and his relaxed bearing still upon his face as it seemed to be permanently. "We totally followed them."

-o0o-o0o-

"Why did we choose to climb up the stairs again?" Owen panted, gasping for air as he and Noah trudged up a flight of stairs, empty aside for them, inside of an undisclosed building.

"If we can get to the roof, we can probably gain sight of the beach," Noah answered from about two flights above Owen, looking down at his friend. "I bet you we'll be the first ones if we do it."

"Didn't we pass by an elevator?"

"I don't wanna risk another toxic gas leak."

"This better be worth it, Noah!" Owen replied, still gasping for air in what seemed to be a glaring absence of it.

"We're here!" he could hear Noah shout. As he continued plodding up the steps, finally reaching a door that he slung open, joining Noah on the rooftop of the aforementioned building. They were extremely high up, overlooking the entire city, including the beach.

"There it is!" Noah announced pointing in the direction of an extensive line of sand set next to a vast ocean, sure to be the beach they were striving to locate. "We've just gotta go straight."

"Can we take a break first? Or at least, uh, not climb back down the seven million flights of stairs?" Owen inquired. "Like take the elevator?"

"Or we could jump from the building," Noah sarcastically remarked, staring off into the city, evoking an exuberant guffaw from his partner, who continued chuckling as he approached Noah and viewed the area.

"Hey, look! It's Izzy!" he cried, pointing down and pinpointing the psycho hose beast, who was currently perched atop the subway stairs, looking as if she was intended to descend. "Hi, Izz!" he shouted, attaining his goal of obtaining her attention, resulting in a wave from her before she darted down the steps into the tunnels. "Wait, is that?"

"A subway?"

"I knew it!" Owen shouted hastily, without a moment passing by before a crashing noise was audible from behind them, ringing out with a tumultuous thud. Upon turning around, Owen and Noah viewed the door closing, and managed to catch sight of Tyler lying on the floor in front of it.

"Dude, since when were you here?" Noah inquisitively interrogated.

"I don't know," he panted. "How many flights is that?" he asked without expecting an answer in return, slowly standing to his feet and stretching out his back, which was met with a crack.

"You could've just used the elevator," Noah reminded him.

"Yeah," Owen snapped. "Look who's talking, Mr. 'Let's Take the Stairs'!"

"Whatever," he muttered. "We found the beach. You coming, Tyler?"

"Oh, heck, yeah! Time to get that gold! Woohoo!" he shouted, immediately springing up, his arms thrust into the air. The boy then proceeded to swivel around with full force and plunge into the door he had once came in through.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Noah

"Okay, remind me again why I chose those two to work with," Noah supposedly addressed the audience, sitting in the confessional with one arm outstretched and his palm facing up. "At least they're not smart, cutthroat, or evil enough to try and manipulate me. The three of us have this sort of trust thing going on."

-o0o-o0o-

The morning sun rose, transitioning into the bright French afternoon upon the Mediterranean. Solo competitors and partners alike raced, gaining inches slowly but surely towards their desired destination.

Groups on the streets, groups in buildings, a few on board the subway, sparsely spread apart in various locations with one signature intention engrained in their minds.

Cody and Sierra sprinted down the beach, supposedly nearing their destination and confident in their abilities. Cody was leading with a smile on his face, but Sierra was perhaps held higher elated superiority behind him.

"Woohoo!" Cody bellowed, raising his arms in the air and turning to face Sierra. "I can almost smell that sweet, salty water!"

Sierra sniffed the surrounding air in response to Cody's previous bold claim. "I can smell it!" she shouted as they continued running. They turned a corner, confident they would locate the beach. Their dreams were soon shattered by reality as they ran directly into a dead end surrounded by buildings.

"Oh, come on!" Cody echoed, his voice ringing out through the wall of complexes. "I was sure we were kinda close," he said, rubbing his chin.

"It'll be alright, Cody," Sierra assured him. "If we hit all the dead ends, then we'll know exactly how to get to that beach."

"True," Cody agreed. "Let's keep going, then. You see any sand near here? Tidal waves? Old dudes playing checkers?"

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Sierra

"Total Drama World Tour was a great experience for me," Sierra explained, sitting upright in the booth. "I decided to let Cody take the front seat this time, seeing as I, uh, accidentally blew up the plane," she giggled. "I thought we were doing pretty well, actually."

-o0o-o0o-

"Um, nope," Sierra answered.

"Haha!" they heard in the distance. The two scouted their setting and quickly darted back onto the streets, escaping the dead end.

"Someone must've found something!" Sierra quickly concluded.

Her statement proved to be veracious after the revelation that took place in the following movements. The camera focused upon the beach, which was shining, glistening in every last grain of sand illuminated by the alluring evening sun. Tidal waves gently rubbed against the land, with dolphins and small fish swimming tranquilly without disturbance. Above it was a cliff, similar to the starting ground all the way at the other side of the city. Attached to it was a rope made of the habitual material, leading up to its very peak.

Standing at its top, Alejandro, with his hand on his forehead, its palm facing the floor. He continued searching the area for any fellow competitors, but to no avail. He was alone atop the cliff and in first place.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Alejandro

"Sure, I knew it'd be easy," Alejandro claimed as he closed his eyes for a moment and tilted his head. "I just didn't know it would be that easy."

-o0o-o0o-

Once outside the confessional, the camera displayed the final clips of Alejandro's decent from the cliff upon the rope. He hit the floor with a certain amount of force, yet gracefully took off as he carried on running.

No one else would leave the city just yet, but Gwen the grumpy goth grimaced as she guided herself slowly through the streets, the sun setting, marking the start of the French evening.

"Hi, Gwen!" Lindsay shouted as she approached her, walking beside her for an ephemeral instant. "Have you seen Beth anywhere?"

"Nope," the girl answered. "I thought she was with you."

"We got separated by the crowd."

"You're not the only one," Gwen explained. "What the heck happened to you?" she asked, referring to Lindsay's minor injuries as a result of the miniscule ill-fated parade of discord.

"Stampeded," she answered.

"Tragic."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Gwen

"Here I am thinking Chris would finally give us a break this time around," Gwen explained with her palm facing the ceiling. "Then Duncan gets lost on me, a paparazzi stampede nearly kills me, and he throws us into a city and says 'find the beach before you starve to death'? Not funny, man."

-o0o-o0o-

"Harold?" Leshawna asked as the two raced down the alleyways. "You sure you know where you're going?"

"Obviously," he answered.

"Then will you please tell me how we haven't hit the beach yet?"

"Duh, this city is totally gigantic. It'll be night time by the time we get there, especially considering we went the wrong way for like, an hour or two."

"Great."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Leshawna

"This homegirl comes from Toronto, so I'm all for a huge city. Been dealing with it myself for sixteen years," Leshawna claimed, pointing at herself and leaning back, flashing up six fingers in accordance with the syllables in her statement. "I've gotta say, it's a whole lot different when you don't know where you're going. I actually thought I was gonna starve in there."

-o0o-o0o-

DJ stood smiling, happily receiving two bananas from an avid local girl toiling behind the counter of a relatively compact fruit stand. He began peeling his, but paused to hand the second one to Trent.

"Hey, thanks, dude," Trent said as he grabbed the banana out of DJ's hand, the two commencing the action of peeling them and preparing to eat them. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"I think we're getting close," DJ claimed. "How are things going with you and Gwen?"

"What?" Trent asked, befuddled. "Oh, I mean, it's fine. I wasn't really thinking of doing anything with her, but she definitely doesn't hate me. That's all people have been asking about ever since season two," he chuckled.

"Sorry, dude," DJ said, patting Trent's back.

"Haha, no worries, man," Trent said, merely smiling and raising his hand up to his mouth to supposedly take another bite out of the banana. Upon carrying the action out, he discerned the fact that it was absent. He stared forward, catching sight of a mime holding it. "Hey, come back here, you creepy piece of trash!" he shouted running after the mime, with DJ soon following.

He darted past the lone Ezekiel, slowly prowling the streets on all fours, as well as Heather, who was leisurely searching, keeping an open eye, with Trent accidentally bumping into her shoulder and resulting in a temporary loss of balance.

"Do you mind?" she snapped, receiving no answer as the two figures kept pursuing their goals; escaping and capturing.

The final competitor he passed by was none other than Gwen, who stared wide-eyed at the fact that Trent was chasing a mime, perhaps expecting the exact opposite to occur.

"Trent?" she asked, never receiving a reply, as Trent and his adversary were far too industrious in their endeavors.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Gwen

"Guess Trent got over his fear of mimes," Gwen approximated in the confessional. "Either that or it's Chris dressed up. In that case, I would've done the exact same thing."

-o0o-o0o-

The subway zoomed through the tunnels, providing an advantage in terms of speed, the four competitors on board contemplating whether or not the beach would soon be in their sights. It was a stop on the subway, providing amplified hope in eventuality.

Courtney sat with Bridgette in between a few locals, one or two tourists visible at the other end of the car. Duncan and Geoff stood holding onto a pole a noticeable distance away, deciding to be as "chivalrous" as the two specific boys could possibly be and give the ladies the final available seats.

"Look at them, Bridgette," Courtney said, her elbow upon her knee and her right hand upon her cheek. "I bet you Duncan's planning on finding a way to kick me off as we speak."

"Why are you always so paranoid?" Bridgette asked smiling, placing her hands on Courtney's thighs. "The competition just started."

"I know," Courtney heaved through a lengthy, stocky sigh. "I'm just not looking forward to being kicked off. Him and Gwen are gonna try to do it, I'm sure."

"Even if they are, I wouldn't worry about it yet," advised the surfer girl. "We're not even in teams yet. You've got people that would help you, anyway."

"Like who?"

"I would," Bridgette told her. "I'm sure Geoff and DJ like you well enough, and even Heather would be willing to do anything to get rid of Duncan and Gwen."

"I guess you're right," Courtney admitted looking up and smiling subtly, letting go of much of the suspicion she held, yet careful not to lose its grasp completely, still somewhat dubious of the two boys and their intentions. This was rendered completely irrelevant, unbeknownst to Courtney as she looked up at Duncan and Geoff, who were laughing in discussing the best ways to elaborately prank Harold.

Suddenly, the subway car began screeching, producing heavy friction between the wheels and the rails. It steadily slowed, ultimately coming to an absolute halt.

"Dude!" Geoff shouted as the train rocked forward, knocking him off his pole and losing him his hat. Duncan soon followed, landing on top of Geoff.

"What the heck is going on here?" Duncan aggressively inquired, rubbing his head on top of Geoff, who was reaching for his hat a couple feet away.

"I'm a bit concerned about the safety of this vehicle!" Courtney bellowed as she stood up in the commotion of the relative environment.

The loudspeaker soon turned on, with sharp cackling taking place through the other line. "Haha, sorry, everyone," the familiar voice said.

"Izzy?" Bridgette asked.

"The conductor over here has been having a little bit of an issue," Izzy expressed. "But, hey! We've reached the next stop!"

As passengers regained their footing, including the four competitors, the doors reached a standstill, seeming as if the were refusing to open for the next thirty seconds.

"Eh, whatever," Duncan piped up, talking with the other three. "I'm not waiting three years for these doors to open."

He proceeded to hit the nearby window facing the stop with the blunt of his switchblade, causing the glass to shatter and fall, leaving an accessible opening that Duncan leaped through as oblivious locals busied swarming the front train.

Geoff soon followed, with Bridgette jumping out right after him. Courtney was still inside, slightly hesitant.

"Courtney, you coming or not?" Geoff asked.

"Come on, princess!" Duncan shouted from outside. "We've gotta go!"

"As if I'd be going with you," she sharply snapped.

"Courtney, I thought we were over this already!"

"Fine," she replied, slowly exiting.

"Awesome," Bridgette chimed in. "Let's get going."

The four of them sprightly sprinted up the stairs at the stop, nearing the middle when they heard the loudspeaker blare once more, with Izzy again making an announcement. "Oh, hey, I got it working again!" she shouted before the subway took off again.

"Oh, come on!" Geoff shouted in the echoing chambers of the empty subway, reflecting the mood of all four inside.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Duncan

"Stupid million bucks."

-o0o-o0o-

The sun sank lower into the evening sky as more competitors approached the cliff. Eva was the second to reach it, believing she was first, as she didn't have the visual capacity to notice Alejandro.

"Easy," she muttered to herself as she descended down about half the rope, electing to leap off after that point, making a loud thud in the smooth sand and taking off.

Alejandro was farther ahead, sprinting through the sand swiftly at sporty speeds. The camera zoomed into his feet and back out to him running. As he took a few more steps, he stepped on a specific patch of sand, triggering an explosion directly where he stood. Luckily, he leapt back in time, falling onto the floor and saving him from blowing up.

"Landmines?" he asked loudly.

"Aha!" he heard from above him. Upon looking up, he noticed Chris and Chef flying in their signature red helicopter, laughing in hysterics as Alejandro sat on the floor rubbing his arm, which had been skimmed in the accident.

"Nice going, kid!" Chef shouted down at him.

"Told you there'd be traps!" Chris added, guffawing. "Anyway, you're in first place! Chef and I will see you at the finish line!" he said once more as the two flew off into the newly lit sunset and made towards their mutual destination.

Just then, Katie and Sadie ran onto the cliff, squealing in excitement upon noticing they'd finally found the relic they were seeking. "We've gotta be one of the first ones here!" Sadie piped up.

"We are killing this!" Katie added as the two trotted a few more steps.

Chris and Chef, as well as the detonation of the disastrous landmine seemed to alert a few competitors to the presence of the beach, including those who just exited the subway.

"Which way was that?" Bridgette asked.

"I don't know," Geoff answered.

"How about this?" Duncan suggested. "We go left," he said pointing to him and Courtney. "And you two go right."

"Sounds fair to me," Bridgette replied as she and Geoff left Duncan and Courtney alone.

"Sorry, Duncan," Courtney said, walking away. "I'm going it alone. As in, away from you."

"Suit yourself."

While the group on board the subway split up, Justin and Heather ran through the city frantically, having heard the explosion and Chris and Chef's booming laughter and announcements.

The two co-hosts stood by a simple finish line, marked by naught but an orange carpet in the sand, plus a couple of beach chairs reserved for the two, with a table sporting a couple drinks in between. Alejandro sprinted and fell on his chest, hitting the carpet, somewhat scratched and smoking.

"Finally," he mumbled.

"Well, it's about time!" Chris shouted, taking off his shades and standing up, approaching the finish. "Alejandro, you're the first to arrive. Go stand on the yellow carpet," he said, pointing a few yards away to one of two reasonably spaced carpets, those being yellow and red.

As Alejandro was the first to be sorted onto a team, Bridgette and Geoff ran into the cliff, beginning their descent. Katie, Sadie, and Eva were also on the beach, nearing the finish line.

Noah ran across a street, reaching the sidewalk directly beside a large fence before calling upon his friends. "Come on, guys! I don't feel like missing dinner, too!"

"Do you-" Owen panted. "Have any idea… How much-" he grunted as he fell before Noah's feet.

"Come on," Noah beckoned. "We're close. I think I can hear waves."

Owen stood up, rubbing his head, his eyes darting around. "Where's Tyler?"

"Probably making out with the floor again."

"Ahhh!" they heard as Tyler fell in front of them, slamming his face onto the concrete sidewalk.

"5 bucks?" Owen asked, prompting a swift nod and a smirk from Noah. "Aw, man!" he cried, pulling out the aforementioned amount of currency from his pocket after an ephemeral moment of sifting through them and handing it to Noah.

"Aw!" Tyler cried as he stretched out his back, standing up. "The beach is right there! I saw it!"

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Noah inquired. "Climb that thing and unlock it!"

"That fence is taller than my old pole jumping record! I'll never get over that!"

"Well, if you can't climb it," Owen began. "How the heck will Noah and I do it?" he asked before Tyler and Noah stared at him, then back at each other. "What? You can't be serious!" Owen yelled.

The camera cut ahead, skipping over the three's antics for the time being and instead focusing on the beach. Chris and Chef sat, enjoying their time off from the competitors, save for Alejandro.

"More tea?" Chef asked, sitting on the beach chairs beside the table.

"Don't mind if I do," Chris answered as Chef poured a sizable amount of the beverage out of the kettle and into Chris' cup.

"Uh, Chris?" Alejandro chimed in, causing Chris to look up into the evening sun and notice the events unfolding on the beach.

Eva was nearing the finish line, darting through the sand, weaving left and right through the concealed minefield, the explosions throwing sand in various directions as the occurred near her, never hitting her. At last, she had leapt over an explosion and tackled the carpet, her hands hitting it first.

"Okay," said the host. "That was awesome! Eva, join Alejandro on the yellow carpet," he added before he could hear helicopter blades whirring and the sound of birds chirping. "Is that ours?" he quietly asked Chef, who shook his head.

"Thanks, pilot!" Izzy shouted from the helicopter as she dived from its interior into the ocean, surfacing and taking her time as she strolled onto the completion carpet. "Did I win?"

"Izzy, you're in third. Join Eva and Alejandro on the yellow carpet," he said as she faced the opposite direction, busting into snickers with Chef. "I said it was a free-for-all, but I did not expect that!"

"You picked the right kids, man," Chef responded, also in a state of slight laughter.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Izzy

"Okay, so I snuck into the front car of that subway," Izzy explained casually. "And then I helped the conductor guy stop the train and helped calm everyone down. Then I told him I was trying to get to the beach and he told me he was off his shift after that, so one thing led to another and he gave me a lift! Man, that was awesome, huh? I saw Chris' face when I arrived. He was so jealous."

-o0o-o0o-

Geoff and Bridgette ran alongside each other, passing by Katie and Sadie, who were panting and wholly out of breath. "How much longer, Sadie?" Katie asked.

"We've gotta be close," Sadie panted.

Geoff and Bridgette ran ahead of them, not yet lost of breath. The camera zoomed in on their feet as well, before taking an elaborate shot of Geoff, who was running. Suddenly, he stepped on something and was electrocuted heavily.

"Geoff!" Bridgette shouted as Geoff fell to the floor, landing on his bottom and scooting backwards with his hands, examining what had just inflicted the damage upon him.

"Jellyfish? Not cool, dudes!" he exclaimed upon gaining sight of a flattened, blue creature in the sand.

"Are you alright?" Bridgette inquired with panic in her eyes, tilting Geoff's chin up.

"I'm fine, Bridge," he replied. "Now let's go!"

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Bridgette

"I'd love to know which of the geniuses over at production came up with the idea to throw jellyfish on that beach," Bridgette said with a piqued expression coating her face.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Chef

"I spend all day finding wild jellyfish in those waters and how many of those ungrateful teenagers gives me credit?" Chef asked angrily in the confessional. "None of them! It's about time some of my hard work around here got some appreciation!"

-o0o-o0o-

Lindsay had also stumbled upon the cliff leading unto the beach, out of breath, falling to the floor. "Found it!" she exclaimed to herself, or so it seemed, until Harold and Leshawna ran past her and began descending the rope.

"Wicked!" Harold shouted, climbing down.

"Celebrate when we get to the finish line!" Leshawna yelled from beneath him, hanging onto the rope.

"This place is way cooler than you give it credit for," Harold explained. "The Mediterranean is approximately in the middle of the Earth. That's why it's called the Mediterranean. It's the middle ground!"

"No offense, Harold," Leshawna panted. "But I don't really care."

Soon, Lindsay teetered off the edge and lost her balance, falling near to the rope, effectively hugging the cliff, and knocking both Harold and Leshawna down upon her descent, resulting in a painful multi-limb crash landing at the bottom of the cliff and three cries of pain.

Meanwhile, Noah and Tyler prepared their endeavors, carrying rocking Owen back and forth as if getting a feel for what they were up against, essentially using him as a human battering ram.

"Ready?" Noah asked.

"Three!" Tyler started. "Two! One!"

"Oh, chocolate cake with sprinkles on top, please don't let me die!" Owen shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Charge!" bellowed Tyler through the night as he and Noah carried the victimized, yet incentivized Owen and charged forward with the totality of the strength they could possibly muster, inching closer and closer to the fence.

"Ahhhhh!" all three of them screamed as they neared and collided with the fence's gate, knocking it clean open, revealing a small patch of grass in front of them, which they kept trodding upon. However, the patch was cut short, leading to a large drop onto the sand, which the three unintentionally took, crashing onto the beach.

Owen looked up after previously faceplanting in the sand with the patterns of the fence imprinted upon his face. "Are we still alive? Cause if we're not, I'm gonna ask for that five bucks back."

Noah and Tyler stood up, staring at the dead end they just hit and looking to the left, where they saw the large cliff most of the other contestants had used, with Lindsay standing up at its foot and Harold and Leshawna climbing back up the cliff for an undisclosed reason.

"Seriously?" Noah asked, representing all their thoughts.

At that point, Geoff and Bridgette had reached the finish line, followed closely by Katie and Sadie, with Chris and Chef now fully dressed and standing next to the carpet.

"Nice job, all four of you," Chris told them. "You can all join the other three on the yellow carpet." They happily did what Chris told them, with Bridgette grimacing at Alejandro as she passed by him. Katie and Sadie, meanwhile, stared at him in awe.

The evening would soon turn to night in about an hour or so, and only Lindsay had reached the finish in that time period, the evening settling into hibernation and the night awoken.

"Lindsay, you're on team one," Chris said as she walked onto the carpet and joined her team.

"Alright!" she shouted enthusiastically.

Back at the set up entrance to the beach, Duncan arrived, slowly walking and noticing Harold picking up sticks along with Leshawna, who was farther away. "You might wanna start trying to win, Harold."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Probably something you learned at Magic Steve's Magic Camp."

"Crafty Steve's Crafting Camp," Harold corrected him.

"Whatever it is, it's gonna get you in last place," said Duncan. "Then you'll be on the last team with the other losers."

"Clearly, you've never heard of hard work before."

"Fine, whatever," Duncan scoffed. "None of my business, anyway," he added, walking away.

Before reaching the edge of the cliff, he was stopped in his tracks by Leshawna, pointing in his face carrying a bundle of sticks under her arm. "You'd better be starting this again, pretty boy!"

"Why don't you get back to the ghetto, already?"

"Ooh, that's it!" she shouted, tackling Duncan, the two hanging over the edge of the cliff with Leshawna on top of the delinquent, both of them swinging fists as Harold continued working.

Soon, the boy rushed over, attempting to pull Leshawna back to keep from breaking Duncan's jaw, but not tasting much success. Duncan soon jumped away from the fray, climbing down about a quarter of the rope and leaping off.

Leshawna stood back up, dusting herself off, a couple of scratches upon her face. "Harold, if that boy ever lays a hand on you, just give me a call," she said, picking up the sticks she had previously lost grip of.

"Looks like your line's gonna start blowing up," he wittily remarked.

"Don't let it get to you, baby," she added, throwing sticks into a pile the two had made. "He's not as tough as he seems."

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Harold

"Duncan's lucky I didn't use the skills I learned from Crafty Steve's Crafting camp to make a giant samurai sword and slice him clean in half," Harold explained, somehow maintaining a fixed expression. "I could totally do that if I wanted to. Maybe if I wasn't so nice, I would've done it already."

-o0o-o0o-

As Harold and Leshawna continued their classified endeavors, more competitors, such as Courtney, Justin, and Heather passed by, descending and hitting the sand.

The evening sun had finally sunk into the horizon, wholly absent as the luminescent moon rose upon the waters, contestants running through the cool night, favorable over the blazing sun of the day.

Noah, Owen, and Tyler darted through the sand, still far from the finish line, Noah and Owen panting behind the jock as he ran ahead of them. Suddenly, a landmine exploded beneath him, sending him skyrocketing through the sky.

"Woah!" Owen shouted, jumping back.

"Ahhhh!" Tyler yelled, flying through the air as the eight competitors who had already completed the challenge stood upon the yellow carpet, watching as Tyler landed face first upon the carpet that marked the finish line, his muffled groaning barely audible.

"Tyler!" Lindsay exclaimed, clapping her hands to her face and sprinting to Tyler's location, helping him up onto his feet.

"Did I win?"

Chef was asleep on one of the beach chairs while Chris sat comfortably upon a sofa with a glass of water in his hand, decorated by a miniature pink umbrella, the sofa being pushed through the sand slowly by an intern.

"Welcome to the funhouse, dude," Chris told him after taking a healthy sip of his drink, a fan blowing his hair through the air.

"Come on, Tyler!" Lindsay beckoned, guiding the two to the yellow carpet.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Chris interrupted as his seat slowly sifted through the sand, with the intern finally stopping and running into the trunk of a nearby truck. "Tyler made one hell of an entrance, but he's still not on your team."

"What?" Tyler confusedly asked.

His confused demeanor was soon distinguished as the intern returned from the trunk with a green carpet, which he unfurled in between the already prominent yellow and red carpets, marking a third team.

"Haha," Chris chuckled. "Tyler, you're on the green carpet as the first member of team two!"

"I'll miss you, Tyler!" Lindsay called as Tyler slowly trudged onto the green carpet and made himself an honorary member of the second established team.

-o0o-o0o-

Confessional: Chris

"Haha!" Chris clamorously cackled in the confessional booth, wiping a tear from his eye as he continued. "Did you see the look on his face! Priceless! Hahaha!" he continued, laughing.

-o0o-o0o-

It seemed as if Duncan would accompany Tyler as the second member of the green team, sprinting towards the finish line, cautious as to not hit a jellyfish, although a handful of landmines had nearly detonated beneath him.

That was until, a makeshift hang glider soared past him from above, gliding through the skies and aiming towards the carpet. Upon looking up, Harold and Leshawna could be discerned.

"Haha!" Leshawna yelled, Harold blowing a raspberry at Duncan to add fuel to the fire. The two then landed cleanly upon the carpet, garnering the attention of the others.

"Nice one, guys," Chris told them. "Join Tyler on the green carpet. You're on team two," he added as the two waddled on. Duncan soon stopped, sliding through the sand and stepping on the carpet, scratched and burnt. "D-Man, you're also on the second team."

As Harold, Leshawna, and Duncan took their spots, more competitors began reaching the beach, including Beth and Gwen. Trent also arrived, apparently still pursuing the mime. They ran across the cliff, and the chase was terminated at long last, as the mine was cornered at the edge of the rocky formation.

"How do you like that, creep?" Trent asked him, although he had known the question would probably end up becoming rhetorical due to the noticeable lack of communication from said mime.

Back at the finish, competitors got settled in as Chris sat on his sofa, the fan continuing to blow beside him. Chef, still asleep, rested away upon one of the beach chairs.

The next person to arrive at the coveted carpet of completion was Courtney, who dashed through the minefield and activated quite a few landmines, yet managing the task of not being blown apart to shreds.

"Courtney," Chris began. "You're on team two."

"Oh, that's just great," she sarcastically muttered.

The other competitors continued strolling through the sand, with Cody, DJ, Sierra, and Ezekiel still yet to find it. Every other teen was on the beach, approximating the finish line.

Owen and Noah were fairly near, ambling tiredly after the day's misadventures had found them. Suddenly, a pit of sand opened up beneath Owen, prompting him to fall inside, his cries for help garnering Noah's attention.

"Owen!" he shouted, only met with increased screaming. He sought to stare down the shaft and gain sight of his partner, but couldn't lock eyes with him until he arose from the pit, hanging on to its edges, covered with crabs.

"Ahhhh!" he let out, jumping up, being harassed by crabs who seemed to hold a certain resentment towards him for an undisclosed reason. He continued running, and he didn't quit sprinting. Noah jumped on top of his back as the crabs slowly lost their grip, the two of them booking it, passing Heather and landing on the finish line.

Chris and Chef initiated a hysteric laughter, seemingly brought about by the misfortune they had endured.

"Dude, dude," Chris began. "Nice addition, man," he said, fist bumping Chef. "Owen, Noah, the both of you are on the green carpet as members of team two." Directly after Chris' statement, Heather strolled casually onto the finish line. "Heather, you, too," Chris told her as the carpet filled up.

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Confessional: Heather

"Ugh!" Heather groaned, with the editors preparing for an onslaught of censor worthy material shooting their way. "No way did I just get stuck on this idiotic, useless, *censored,* team!" she ranted before sighing. "Sometimes I just wish there was someone normal around here!"

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"Uh, Sierra?" Cody asked as the two entered a deserted parking lot. "Do you have any idea where we are?"

"Uh," Sierra replied, attempting to gain information about where the two could've possibly landed. "Nope, none."

"Great," Cody said after a long, drawn out sigh, sitting on the curbside and putting his head into his hands. "Now we're in dead last, we're lost, and we're gonna be stranded by the Mediterranean."

"Wait! Maybe not!" Sierra exclaimed, rushing forward. Cody looked up and to the right in the direction his partner was headed, noticing a dock with a motorboat on either side of it.

"Woohoo!" Cody shouted, jumping up and dashing into Sierra's location, the two of them running down the dock and hopping into one of the motorboats. "Finish line, here we come!"

"Being stranded by the Mediterrean with you doesn't sound so bad, you know," Sierra told Cody as she squinted and inched closer to him, her hands grasping one another in front of her stomach.

Cody then turned the key and attempted to start the engine belonging to the motorboat, but it merely flustered for a moment, making a loud booming echo and smoking for a short while. Soon after, however, the motorboat ran smoothly, sailing off speedily into the smooth waters, the two of them cheering as they neared the finish line.

DJ, meanwhile, had finally stumbled upon the cliff, gasping for air as he caught sight of the nearby beach. "The beach?" he panted, his hands on his knees and his back hunched.

He heard a growl from behind him, raising a number of hairs on his arms, which largely loosened as he located the feral Ezekiel. He continued growling as he calmly strolled past DJ on all fours, sniffing the air for a certain someone or something.

"You found something?" DJ inquired as Ezekiel ceased his activities. The beast responded by pointing ahead to the left, the opposite of where the finish line was located. Ezekiel then beckoned DJ to follow him, climbing down the rope and beginning to dash to the left, catching DJ off guard, as no one had trodden that path prior to the pair.

After a moment of sprinting, they had continued running against the rocky face of the cliff, stumbling upon a compact all-terrain vehicle parked against it. Ezekiel pointed to it and instantaneously bounded inside, DJ following and gripping the wheel.

"Are you sure?" he inquired. "I haven't finished getting my driver's license yet." Ezekiel merely nodded as DJ reluctantly obliged, shrugging his shoulders and sliding into the driver's seat, starting the vehicle and dragging it through the sand.

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Confessional: DJ

"I know everyone says not to mess with stray animals," DJ explained, swiping his flattened palm in front of him. "Even if that is true, I know Zeke isn't an animal. I wanna help him become human again," he added. "Still, that stray animal part means he'll follow me around everywhere. I once made friends with a dog near the farmer's market. Named him Buster. Never left me alone after that."

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Chris comfortably reclined in his congenial beach chair, taking a sip of one of his drinks as he set it back down upon the diminutive piece of furniture beside him. He scouted the surroundings in his partner's absence, Chef having left for a yet concealed rationale, though contestants suspected he may have excused himself to retrieve the plane.

As they sat waiting patiently, they heard screaming ringing out, somewhat familiar. Upon glancing to the right, they caught sight of a motoring speed boat making a beeline for the shore.

"What the?" Chris muttered to himself. As the boat neared the shore, speeding closer and closer with every second, he grasped his wits and made the logical conclusion to yell, "Duck for cover!"

The contestants scrambled ephemerally as the boat struck the sand, catapulting Cody and Sierra out of it and onto the completion carpet.

"Oh…" Sierra groaned, virtually inaudibly.

"Ha ha!" Chris belted. "Wicked wipeout, guys. Cody, Sierra, you're the first members of team three."

"Alright!" Cody replied.

Directly after Cody and Sierra departed from the carpet, a certain male model neared the finish, sliding smoothly onto it, panting heavily, quite scratched up and sizably incapacitated.

"Justin, dude," Chris said to him. "Red carpet."

At this point, five competitors had yet to plant their feet upon the carpet marking the finish line, but they would arrive shortly, with Gwen setting her sights on the group, nearing the area.

Soon, the mime darted passed her, prompting a confused expression to progressively extend upon her face. Trent soon followed, utilizing his profound, prebuilt obstinacy and fear to his own advantage, rushing as meteorically as he believed he could.

Gwen giggled to herself as the mime discontinued his exertions, pausing abruptly in his tracks and tripping Trent, who sprinted directly into his foot and planted his chin on the finish line. Gwen followed, leaping onto it as Chris caught sight of the two.

"Gwen and Trent," he began. "Team three, my friends."

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Confessional: Gwen

"Being on the same team as Trent could really screw things up for me," Gwen explained, fiddling with her fidgeting fingers. "But not being on the same team as Duncan gets me even more worried. Courtney will vote him off first chance she gets, and it's not like I can do anything to help, especially with Heather on that team," she added before snickering. "Glad I'm not in that death trap."

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Confessional: Duncan

"Sucks not to be on the same team as Gwen again," said Duncan, leaning back in the confessional and messing about with his pocket knife. "I'm not stupid enough to get myself kicked off before the merge, and I think she'll be fine on that team, believe me. I'm just worried what she's getting up to with Trent over there."

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"Beth!" Chris shouted as the girl hopped onto the carpet, breathing heavily. "Join the rest of the guys on the red carpet."

"Oh, no!" she let out upon noticing Lindsay wasn't one of the competitors perched upon the red team.

"Yeah, yeah," Chris hastily interrupted. "We don't always get what we want."

"At least I get to be with Justin," she slowly added.

Justin's shocked expression was quite visible as he leaned into Cody's ear and began a whisper. "If you ever get that restraining order, you'd better help me out here, dude."

"Hey, guys!" Beth shouted from the carpet, commencing the impermanent stroll to the red carpet and to her team.

Suddenly, the sound of tires screeching and industrious engines motoring across the land was audible throughout the beach, and DJ and Ezekiel's vehicle skid onto the carpet, knocking Beth numerous feet back.

"Ooh! Sorry!" DJ yelled, jumping out and helping her up.

"DJ, Ezekiel," Chris started. "Last to arrive. Luckily for you, there's no penalty. Join team three."

"Sweet," DJ replied, taking his spot with Ezekiel on the carpet and fist bumping Trent while he settled in.

Team settled in, some happier than others, as the plane, flown consummately by none other than Chef Hatchet, produced its signature sound as it touched down behind the cast upon the sand.

"Alright, campers," Chris said as he watched Chef land, grabbing a yellow banner from the sofa. "Time to separate you guys into teams. On team number one, we've got the competitors standing on the yellow carpet. Alejandro, Bridgette, Eva, Geoff, Izzy, Katie, Lindsay, and Sadie!" he shouted, throwing the banner at Geoff, who unfurled it with pride.

Geoff let the banner unfold until it made contact with the beach, allowing contestants to gape in awe at the logo it sported, a fearsome, roaring lion.

"You guys are now the Leaping Lions!"

"Awesome!" Geoff exclaimed, high fiving Lindsay and hugging Bridgette with one arm, the other carrying on its duty of holding the banner while the rest of the team celebrated.

"You guys on the green carpet," Chris went on. "Courtney, Duncan, Harold, Heather, Leshawna, Noah, Owen, and Tyler! You're on team two, now christened the Vicious Vipers!" he announced, throwing the banner to Courtney, who unfurled it.

On the lime green banner, matching the color of the carpet they were planted upon, a colossal logo could undemandingly be perceived. A rested, relaxed viper could be viewed from the side without its threatening teeth bared.

"Woohoo!" Tyler shrieked. "Vipers for the win!"

The more cheerful members of the group commemorated their christening, although Heather refused to participate in her disgust towards the lot of them.

"Yeah! We are the awesomest!" Owen shouted as Chris reached towards the red banner lying still on the sofa.

"Team three will be made up of the campers on the red carpet," Chris finalized, preparing to anoint the final team. "Beth, Cody, DJ, Ezekiel, Gwen, Justin, Sierra, and Trent! You guys are the Ballistic Bears!"

The hubristic host proceeded to lift the banner and toss it towards DJ, who proudly unfurled it with a twinkling smile. Its logo was a smiling, fluffy grizzly bear with no teeth bared, with its red background predominantly adding some color to the team.

"Woo!" cried Cody.

"Yeah!" Gwen added in exclamation. "Alright!"

"Nice!" Trent exclaimed as he and Justin exchanged lengthy high fives with one another.

DJ and Ezekiel high fived as the rest of the team continued celebrating, Sierra squealing in excitement as she nearly crushed Cody in a vigorous embrace. All three teams had now been crafted, each with a banner to accompany them.

"Alright, passengers," Chris started. "Now that we're done with the teams, it's time for the second challenge!"

Of course, instantaneous, hasty groaning subsequently occurred, contestants visibly drained and prepared for a good night's sleep and a hearty breakfast after spending the day starving and alone.

Katie was the first to speak up, asking, "Another challenge already?"

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Confessional: Katie and Sadie

"Chris sure gives us a lot of challenges," Katie stated, sitting in the confessional with a slight frown upon her face and Sadie beside her.

"I totally forgot how hard this show was!"

"I know, right?"

"At least we get to see the world!" Sadie exclaimed, drowning in relative positivity.

"The Mediterranean was so cool!"

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"You didn't let me finish," Chris interrupted in the midst of the stentorian wailing. "The next challenge will take place after the long flight to our next location, so sit tight and rest up for a couple days, campers, and we'll see just how dysfunctional these teams can get!" he added before laughing hysterically. "Now move it!"

Contestants clambered onto the palatial aerial vehicle parked beside them, courtesy of Chef Hatchet, as they prepared to engage in the exigent demands of subsequent challenges. An evanescent camera view of the campers savoring dinner within their Total Drama congregation was displayed before the camera momentarily cut to Chris and Chef in the cockpit.

"So ends the first epic episode of our new season!" Chris explained, Chef seated patiently beside him. "What will become of our teams next time? Which team might end up becoming Team Victory 2.0? Which new, exotic destination will we visit? Not even I know the answers! Stay tuned to find out on the next episode of Total! Drama! Uncharted!"

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