Chill beats and hot rays hit the production set of Total Drama Island, specifically, the aptly named Playa de Losers. All cast members had gathered for some partying after a grueling eight weeks of tension-raising, drama-producing angst from constantly having to compete with each other. Only now, all that was behind them as the season was over.
Danny and Gwen, still euphoric about winning a million dollars, were enjoying their last days on this Island. The goth girl was coming out of her shell, hanging out by the hot tub with Leshawna and Trent, even though she did not join Danny in dancing together. The two sighed as they soaked their feet in the bubbling warm waters.
"I can't wait to hang with you guys after the show. I can't wait for you to meet my buds back home," Gwen said, pulling out some photos from her backpack left by the edge. "This is Marilyn, Pixiecorpse, and a Reaper."
Trent and Leshawna exchanged befuddled faces. Danny just shrugged, somewhat used to gothic company, if not more preoccupied with the romantic variety right now.
"They seem interesting, Gwen. I can't wait to meet them…" Danny replied, looking over the photos.
Content with her life, Gwen closed her eyes and leaned into Danny's chest. "Ok, I have to say, my life is perfect, and as cheesy as that sounds, I'm totally cool with it."
Trent smiled, nodding as he and Leshawna left to give the couple some time to themselves. The ghost boy and goth soon entered the hot tub, enjoying the luxuries of the resort for the last few hours they could before everyone had to leave.
"I must admit, this hot tub is nice," Danny sighed. "Now I see why people want these things."
"You mean it, or is it because you get to see me in a bikini?" Gwen snarked but received no answer. Not that she cared enough for one.
Everyone was too happy having a chill time as previous contestants like Cody and Tyler played a game of frisbee. The besties, Katie and Sadie, were dancing with residence hunk Justin, who was now talking about a modeling career.
Even Chef, the scariest man on the Island, who partook in the campers' torment, was smiling as he grilled some steaks. Granted, Lizzie puked on his last one.
However, the man soon spotted Chris walking up with a metal briefcase. His smile grew maliciously as he finished his steak and flipped it on a plate. The meal would be sweeter after the announcement.
"Hello, campers," Chris declared loudly, putting down the case. He did not yell or use any tone, yet his words cut the crowd silent as everyone glared at his smirking face.
"Uh, that's ex-campers to you," Duncan pointedly said.
"Yeah. Your twisted game is over. Remember?" Heather stated.
"We'll see about that," Chris whispered to his co-host, Chef, sharing chuckles.
That was not a good sign, and it got worse as the now ex-campers saw a camera crew aiming at the host.
"Congratulations to our winner, Gwen," Chris told the camera before turning to Gwen. "You played hard. I fought hard and made some enemies...ok, a lot. I'm not sure why, but you beat everyone on the Island, and your pockets will soon be stuffed with cheddar."
That last remark got the local party animal, Owen, to drool at the idea of a giant cheese wheel. The rest of the contestants, sans Heather, cheered as the goth girl stood up with a triumphant fist pump.
"But what I'm about to offer you may change all that." Chirs pointed to the metal case, now in Chef's hands. "Inside this case is $10,000,000!"
Every teen on the set dropped their jaw at the sudden bump in prize money. Adding an extra zero made it extra tempting, even to Danny, who recalled a time similar to winning the lottery. And that was not all as a cartoonishly giant cardboard check, taller than the resort and the surrounding trees.
They went through a lot of cardboard for that.
"Uh, question, how did you get all that cardboard?" Danny asked, too stunned for anything else.
"Recycling. A lot of countries do it better than the US," Chris remarked. His signature smile remained as he walked over and slung an arm around Gwen. "Gwen, my bra, this ten mill could be yours. All you have to do is find where we're bound to hide it and bring it to the dock of shame before anyone else does."
Gwen took the hand off her shoulder. "Uhhh, I don't think so," she snapped back. "Just give me the million and get me out of here."
"That's the wrong answer. The correct one is, 'Sure, Chris. I'll go for the TEN! MILLION! DOLLARS!"
"No! Way!" Now Gwen was mad, getting into Chris's face. She was now scared, making her former host cling to Chef as the latter held his hands and the case up. She won her money fairly and squarely through a lot of drama and pain, and she was not going to risk it all for practically a double-or-nothing bet.
All the teens agreed with her, giving unified nods. They were sick of the competition and the torture of being on a reality show.
"Technically, yes. But if you look at your contract carefully, the producer reserves a right for the contestant who played for a bigger prize. Sucka." Chris explained.
Danny glared at the host for trying to make his girlfriend play one last game to gain more money. Even though she will have more money, Gwen wants to avoid playing Chris' twisted game.
"Alright, campers, the race to the $10,000,000 prize starts now!" Chris fired a cork gun that hit a seagull, which fell out of the sky. The host cringed at the sight of Chef.
However, to the host's surprise, the only one of the campers who raced for the ten million was Owen. The other campers didn't move, glaring at Chris and Chef as they stood like statues. Eight grueling weeks of drama and torture, and now they had to do it all again potentially? No thanks.
Or that was the case. Owen's excitement could echo in the boat as it raced to the Island. Resolve weakened as the party animal made it to the Island; his enthusiasm, still projecting to Casa de Loser about winning ten million dollars, tensed the atmosphere as the remaining campers twitched.
Not even Danny could resist. Owen's behavior was contagious.
Chris and Chef eyed the group evilly, waiting for everyone to go to the remaining boats. It only took a minute, but soon, the campers rushed to the docks for a chance at the money.
Gwen looked to Danny, who nodded as they held hands and raced to the bots. However, PFN and BCFW stopped them, holding their hands up.
"DF, you can help Gwen get the money; however, if you do hold the case, you can't get that money because you're not a contestant of Total Drama Island…" he explained to Danny about the rules.
"Seriously?" Danny complained.
"You do remember we're Americans in Canada who have not signed up for the show, only coming up here at the request of the producers and host," BCFW added. "Our hands are tied.
"Well, you still get to help out your girlfriend to win more money. That's still kinda cool..." PFN said.
Danny groaned but conceded as he and Gwen got to the docks. While the others had left, Trent, DJ, Leshawna, and Cody were waiting for the couple.
"What took ya?" Lewshawan yelled. "Come on! We got ten million to win!"
With Vlad
He was on the private jet to the studio of the Dee show , and he was privately talking to Skulker about his mission in Paris.
"Why is the target in Paris? I could be hunting the Welp and putting him on the foot of my bed…" the hunter complained.
"You get what I want, and I'll pay you double the amount if you succeed…" Vlad told him.
The ghost hunter smiled sinisterly when he heard what he'd be paid if he succeeded. With his jet wings out, he flew to Paris to hunt down his prey, invisible as the sunshine.
Danny and Gwen led the group back to the Island as they combed it. At least Gwen was.
"Wow," Danny spoke with the driest tone he had. "This is where you guys stayed the whole time?"
"I know, it's crap." Gwen shivered. "But nothing compared to Heather."
"MmmmHmmm. Girl, you're preaching the gospel," Lewshawna said.
"More like an understatement." Trent pointed to DJ with his thumb. "She scared DJ in one challenge."
"Girl is all kinds of nasty," DJ said.
"Wow, she must be a piece of work to do that to you…" Danny said.
"You have no idea, Danny…" Gwen said.
Something:
Danny was tired. Fighting ghosts all night was one thing, but he forgot how much he was not a runner, casual or marathon. The same could be said for Gwen, Trent, and Leshawna as they walked towards an opening.
And into Justin.
"Hey!" Justin's tone was casual yet energetic.
Gwen and Leshawna stopped, slouching forward with smiles. "Hey," the girls droned back.
Danny blinked as he eyed the incredibly handsome eye candy. He was into girls, but even he had to admit how hot Justin was. It could almost make him jealous.
Ok, it was, given how Gwen was smiling.
Trent joined the ghost boy with a scowl.
"So uh….what area have you guys searched through?" Justin asked.
Danny slapped himself. There was no way sexy looks could ever—
"We covered the whole western edge of the island," Gwen said, pointing behind with her thumb.
"Oh, and we combed the beach area too. So don't tire those beautiful legs of your walkin' over there," Leshawna added.
"Thanks!" Justin sang as he turned and walked away.
"Wha—?" Trent held the sides of his head before throwing his arms down. "Did you just give away all our secret information to Justin?"
The girls droned in affirmative, still staring at the model figure of Justin—or at least his butt.
"Just checking," Trent said.
"And it's official, I'm jealous," Danny quipped with crossed arms.
Trent leaned in, and a friendly arm was put on his shoulder. The boy smiled with a pointed finger.
"Bro, don't worry. Hot guys get girls, and you have Gwen. Get it?" Trent winked.
That had the desired effect as the ghost boy smirked. He liked the dude. And his words rang true as Gwen came out of her stupor to grab one of his hands.
"Ready to win?" Gwen asked.
Her hand was squeezed, making the pasty goth smile.
"Aww, yeah! Let's find us a million dollars!" Leshawna hollered as the group resumed their hunt.
