Just as a clarification before we begin the story; My OG user is TylerTime. This fic shares the same name as one cancelled fic on that account as I wanted to use it here lmao. Another note is that the fics on that account will not be continued. I lost my passion for the cast and story I had in mind very quickly with them, which is why I will most likely only be sticking to OC-only casts here as I have a lot more passion for my own characters.

Also, brief spoiler warning. The intro to this DOES spoil some plot beats in reboot and rematch, including the winners. If you don't want to see that, either skip past the intro (to right after the theme song), or catch up on the two seasons before reading.

Hope you enjoy the fic!

The intro to this new season began with a shot of Chris McLean, the Host With the Most! Looking as TV-ready as ever with his signature million dollar smile and expertly styled head of hair. Beside him stood his ever-trustworthy partner-in-crime; Chef Hatchet, grinning at the camera. The two were standing in front of black metal, on some sort of runway.

"Hello to all our viewers, from Canada and abroad! Welcome to the latest season of Total Drama Island! I'm your host, Chris McLean!" He proudly gestured to himself, before footage from the past two seasons began to play, with Chris speaking over the various scenes.

"It's been one hell of a ride after our official reboot! The campers of the newest generation battled it out in a variety of challenges! Some were stung-" Footage of Julia enveloped by a swarm of bees began to play. "Some were flung… from a catapult." A short chuckle was heard from Chris, as footage of Chase being catapulted into the air from season 1 played. "And Ripper and Axel surprised us all by proving that sometimes, enemies can go to lovers… unfortunately" And finally, the infamous moment from season 2 where the two aforementioned contestants solidified their relationship at the campfire ceremony, accompanied by Chris's gagging.

"Ngh… But, in the end, we emerged with two winners! Priya-" A shot of Priya's win took up one half of the frame. "And Wayne!" And a shot of Wayne's took up the other half.

"Who will win this season?" Finally, a collage of the headshots of all sixteen contestants.

Which didn't last very long, as red X's appeared over all sixteen cast members. "Well, certainly none of those lot! They're old news!"

Finally, present-day Chris was shown again, rubbing his hands together in glee. "Yup! This season, the fifteen latest victims on the market will be battling it out for the one million big ones! And not on any island setting. Frankly, that's boring by now. Instead, it's the return of everyone's favorite…"

"Total! Drama! Jumbo! Jet!" As each word was spoken, the shot panned out more and more, to reveal the full extent of the old jet that had previously flown eighteen of the original 25 contestants around the world in season 3.

"Yup! We're heading around the world again, this time with fifteen newbies! They'll have to battle it out in countries all across the world, for the chance at the big cash prize! What fights will occur? What campfire ceremonies will be had? And what will the DRAMA look like? Find out, right now! On Total! Drama! Return Flight!"

Dear Mom and Dad I'm doin' fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna beeeee famous~

I wanna live close to the sun

Well, pack your bags cuz I already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

Cuz I wanna beeeee famous~

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be famous

After the intro, the scene opened back up to Chris and Chef, still in the same position in front of the jumbo jet.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Return Flight, where we're about to meet our latest batch of contestants!" Chris seemed eager, as he kept an eye on the shuttle bus that had nearly reached the jet.

"And here they are now!" With a puff of smoke, the bus stopped, and the doors opened. "Please welcome our first contestant; At a staggering height of 5'1 (welcome back Dobby), and our resident rich kid, it's Ochi!"

Sure enough, out stepped a particularly small boy. He wore sunglasses and was clad in a pink lounge kimono, with a messy head of magenta-dyed hair tied into a side ponytail. Strolling up to Chris, he grinned and stuck a hand up and out.

"What's up Mr. Host? So this is Total Drama huh? Where's the challenges? And the elimination thingy? Wasn't there supposed to be a boat?"

Chris smirked. This boy didn't seem to be the brightest bulb in the box. "The first challenge area is currently situated in France!" He chirped, as he shook the boys hand. It took him only a moment to then pull away in disgust at the sweat on his palms. "Yeesh…"

"Oh? France huh?" He didn't seem fazed, instead just keeping his casual grin on his face. "So like… why are we here instead of there?"

Chris stared at him for a moment, before sighing and waving him away. "Just go and stand over there, as we introduce our second- woooooah hold up, what's the deal here?"

He stopped Ochi before the young boy could get anywhere, with justified confusion. 11 elderly men dressed in tuxedos had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, about to follow the kimono-clad boy to his waiting spot until Chris stuck a hand out.

"Oh!" Ochi grinned. "Those are my butlers! I mean, duh. Jeremy, James, Javal, Jeremiah, James 2, Jason, Jacques, Jose, Jaxon, Jamie, and Albert."

Chris glanced between Ochi and his eleven cohorts for a moment, before letting an amused snicker escape him. "Yeaaaaah, no. Y'see, that's not how it works around here. The whole point of the show is survival, capiche? Getting served hand and foot doesn't exactly fit that description now, does it?"

Ochi stared at the host for a moment, before whipping out a wad of cash. "A grand for you to, y'know, let it slide?"

Chris grinned down at the money, before snatching it up and pocketing it. "Still no! But your generosity is appreciated."

"D'aw, shit…" Ochi grimaced, though he didn't seem that upset at a thousand fucking dollars being stolen from him. "See you then, guys.."

Chris nodded with satisfaction, before turning back around to where the butlers had been standing and starting to speak. "Alright then gentlemen, you'll have to take your-"

But the butlers had already departed. There was no trace of them left, which slightly disturbed the usually calm host.

"Freaky… Anyways! Next on our list is a straight-A student with the Achilles heel of being a terrible conversation partner… Sora!"

Stepping out next was an amber-eyed young lady, with flowing sky-blue dyed hair. She wore what, strangely, looked like a school uniform; A navy jumper with the school crest, white button-up, cream skirt, and black pumps. She had a neutral expression on her face as she walked up to Chris and his co-host.

"Hello. My name is Sora." Was all she said. Chris and Chef glanced at each other for a moment, wondering how to respond to this rather dry introduction.

"Uhhh…" Even this grade-A asshole couldn't come up with a decent response or jab, so he just shot his million dollar smile to both Sora and the camera. "Welcome, Sora! To Total Drama! Join Ochi over there please, would you?"

The girl nodded, and did as Chris instructed. Upon standing next to him, the shorter Ochi grinned up with the offer of a handshake, to which she accepted. "Hi! Like your uniform lady, lookin' dope!"

To this, the blank-faced girl tilted her head slightly. "'Dope'? I don't do drugs. They can ruin your health."

As Ochi and Sora got to chatting (somewhat one-sidedly, on Ochi's side), Chris turned back to the camera for contestant number 3's intro.

"Number 3 is aiming to be number 1 in this competition! A second-placer from birth, Bertie is here to prove that title wrong and take the game by storm!"

Out stepped a scrawny boy, green-eyed with short, but well groomed, black hair. He was dressed in a black, button-up blazer, with matching pants. He was coolly walking off the bus, until he nearly tripped. "W-WAGH!"

Thankfully, he caught himself in time, somehow transitioning back into a smooth saunter before he reached Chris, regaining his confident smirk. "Well, if it isn't Chris McLean! You won't regret havin' me on this show of yours!"

Chris smirked, not having forgotten the boy nearly falling flat on his face mere moments before. "Bertie! Glad to have you, man. The current contestant pool is right over there!"

He slapped Bertie on the back, a little too hard on purpose. The boy nearly fell over again as he stumbled up to Sora and Ochi, focusing particularly on the former, whom he greeted with a flirty wink. "H-Heyyy, what's the pretty name to match the face?"

Sora stared at him as she responded. "Sora. It's nice to meet you."

"Cool. I'm Bertie." He smiled, shooting her finger guns. "Let's hope we're on the same team, yeah?"

Sora nodded, before Ochi butted in. "Yep! And I'm Ochi! Nice to meet you!"

Chris grinned over at Bertie, who was slightly taken aback by the little gremlins intrusion into their argument, yet he still offered a polite handshake and greeting.

"Number four and five are a package deal! Coming all the way out from their small garage band in Seattle, it's Ziggy and Jiggy!"

Out stepped two people. One was tall and wore a white cotton vest and lavender-coloured cargo pants, and was adorned with chunky gold and silver rings, earrings, and a chain-link necklace. He had a greasy head of jet-black hair, and eyes with sclera tinted pink.

The other was a bit shorter than the first, with somewhat messy blue hair that draped in front of their shoulders in two thin strands. They had a somewhat odd choice of blue lipstick, accompanied by lip piercings. They had a black and white pinstriped shirt on, and blue jeans that were slightly torn.

"Duuuuude… Wild." The taller one, Ziggy, spoke first, staring around in a half-stupor as he slowly departed from the bus, before rushing over to Chris. "A'right dude I'm ready to fly the airplane! Just gimme the basics and I'll handle the rest.

Not sure why you picked a beginner though…"

Chris raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on Ziggy's chest to stop him from boarding the plane. He had to make sure to pinch his own nose as well from the stench of marijuana that radiated off of this boy. "Woaaaah there tiger, easy now! You're not here to fly! That's this guys job!" He reached a hand up to place it on Chefs shoulder. "Isn't that right, Chef?"

The cook glared down at Ziggy, with a nod of affirmation. To this, the stoner just grinned. "Brooooo… They have flying chefs now? The worlds really getting on nowadays, right Jig?"

He glanced back at his partner-in-crime, who was currently occupying themselves by lightly snickering at their friends misconception about flying the plane.

"Nngehehehehahahaha…!" Jiggy covered their mouth, but their laughter was still audible. Ignoring Chris entirely, they slowly strolled up to Ziggy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It sure is, my friend. It sure is."

The two smiled at each other, before joining the trio of already-introduced contestants.

Confessional: Ziggy and Jiggy

The first two people to use the confessional, Jiggy and Ziggy, had decided to use it together. Jiggy spoke first.

"The two of us have been friends since the old days! Right bud?" They elbowed the taller boy, to which he nodded.

"Yeaaaah man… Like, back in what the eighties? And we been a band with Iggy and Biggy since like… the nineties. Wicked timeline man. We're like… old people!"

Jiggy nodded, and snickered. "About two decades off there pal." They then looked toward the camera. "Yeah, we're kind of the co-managers of our little band back home, Devilspawn. I'm the manager and take care of the band and Ziggy, well, he's… spiritual support! Right bud?"

Ziggy threw his fists into the air with a bellow. "RIGHT OOOON! WOOO! SPIRITUAL SUPPORT!

…

What's spiritual?"

Jiggy blinked at Ziggy's questioning gaze, before looking toward the camera again with a confused expression.

Confessional End

"Up next!" Chris said, giving a brief glance back at the now-group of five. "She's a-"

Suddenly, a loud and deep, yet slightly dainty voice boomed out of the bus. "Mr McLeaaaan?! Did you forget about your superstar?! Starry Superstar?! What a silly mistake you've made!"

Hopping out next, ahead of his scheduled introduction, was a blonde, tall, and finely dressed man. He dressed very flashily, with a red button up blazer over a white shirt, along with an orange tie adorned with a star pattern. He wore an exceptionally large top-hat on his head, and a leather utility belt kept his gray pants up.

He bounded over to Chris, who had a disgruntled expression on his face from being interrupted. "Ha-ha-ha! Fear not viewing audience, for I have righted your hosts innocent wrong!"

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted yet again by this stranger, who uncorked and tossed a vial of glitter in the air, followed by an extremely flashy pose. Speaking through the hand half-covering his face, he haughtily chuckled. "It's the moment the fans have been waiting for! The arrival of their Starry Superstar… CEDRIC CLARKSON!"

Once all the glitter had settled, all that was left was Cedric, left in striking pose, Chris, who was staring, unimpressed, and Chef, who was slow-clapping with a small smile on his face. Upon being shot a glare from the host, the cook immediately stopped, clearing his throat. "What? Kids got spirit."

"Mhm…" He nodded, skeptically, before smirking as he faced Cedric again. "As for you… You were actually scheduled for second-last off the bus. Ahead of the ONE person who annoys me more than you do."

It looked like a lightning bolt had struck Cedric, as his eyes widened and he collapsed on the ground. "B-But- But I'm your-"

"Starry Superstar, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Who cares? Chef, show this 'star' to the commoners area, would you?"

His co-host nodded with a grin, picking up Cedric by the fabric of his blazer before hurling him into the five-person crowd of Ziggy, Jiggy, Bertie, Ochi and Sora.

"Are you okay?" The lone girl asked plainly. Cedric was unresponsive, a horrified look on his face as he twitched on the ground. Jiggy opened their mouth for a sarcastic remark, but was cut short by the victim in question hopping back to his feet, a smile on his face like nothing had happened.

"I am JUST PEACHY dear lady, thank you for asking!" He bellowed, before whipping out a marker. "Now, who wants an autograph from yours truly? Anyone? Anyone at all?"

As Cedric got to work on making his presence known, Chris tried to put him out of his mind. "Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, our next contestant is a girl quick on her feet and showing no signs of stopping, Justice!"

You almost couldn't see her exit the bus, she did it so fast. Chris had barely gotten a word out before he had his hand grasped in hers, and promptly shaken. "Yo what's up?"

The girl then proceeded to speed-run through everyone else, giving each a handshake and a "Yo what's up?" (Cedric took the opportunity to sign her wrist). That is until she got to Chef, who clenched her hand with a death grip, momentarily stopping her. "Ow!"

Finally able to be seen standing still, this girl had a rather odd choice of fashion. She had long dyed green hair that was only tied into a small ponytail at the very end, with blue eyes and a band-aid over her nose. She wore black skintight shorts, tinted green, and a green jacket over what appeared to be just layers and layers of bandages wrapped around her chest and a part of her midsection.

As she tried to worm her way away from Chef, Chris grinned at her. "Woah there Forrest Gump! Where exactly are you planning to go?"

"Well, away from THIS guy, obviously." Justice stated plainly, scowling at Chef. "Maybe get in a tour of the plane, the airport, then come back here. Why would I LEAVE the set? That's what you were thinking right? That I was gonna leave the set like some idiot? How moronic do you think I am to leave the show I signed up for?"

The generally long rant, coupled with how fast she spoke, was like machine gun fire to Chris. He opened his mouth to speak, trying to think of which issue to tackle first. There was an abundance of them after all! When he couldn't formulate a response, he huffed and called over to Cedric. "Hey you! Hat guy! Yeah you, YOU'RE not bottom two on the contestant list anymore. Count yourself lucky pal.

As for YOU…" Chris glared at Justice, as Chef let his grip go and she pulled away. "Just go to the others… For someone so quick, you're really holding us up."

To this, the bandaged girl just snorted, but did as she was told. "Yeah, whatever man. Just keep crying that I called you out on your dumbass BS."

Glaring, Chris had to try and force a winning smile back on his face. He couldn't let this particularly rowdy contestant dissuade him from doing his job. "Right! Well, we've met the brawn. How about we meet a brain? This girls got it in spades, as her high schools student council president… Sandra, everyone!"

Stepping out was a relatively short-haired girl, with a somewhat androgynous look to her. Her chestnut brown hair was straight and short, and she had somewhat stern, pink eyes. She wore a brick-red blazer over a cream vest and white shirt, a bow-tie coloured the same as her eyes, and cream coloured pants. She walked with a brisk stride up to Chris, and stuck her hand out. "Dissatisfied to meet you, Mr McLean. Nevertheless, I extend to you a greeting to officialize my arrival." She spoke with a light British accent.

This somewhat rude greeting didn't faze Chris however. He had just finished dealing with a much more annoying competitor, so he just shot back; "Feelings mutual- And in a mock posh accent- "My dear Sandra. Groups over that way, go join them."

Chris gave Sandra a slight push in the direction of the others, watching her go before turning back around… and flinching in surprise. "Yikes!"

A wide-eyed boy was standing right behind him, now face to face with his blue eyes staring right at the host, having just gotten off the bus. He had messy auburn hair, and wore a blue fluffy hunters jacket, and light brown pants. Old scars dotted his face; One over his eye, another over his lip, and one on his forehead. It was an understatement to say that he spooked Chris upon a first glance.

However, the host recovered quickly, gesturing to him. "Ahem! Carlos, everybody! Welcome to the show."

The boy pulled away slightly, keeping his grin on his face. "Sorry about that. Just couldn't wait for my… introduction."

Something inside Chris told him that was a lie, but frankly he couldn't care less about if he told the truth or not. He just wanted this kid and his freaky scars out of his hair. "Right. Well, no harm done! If you want to apologize, move. We're a half-hour show and we've still got six competitors left! Chop, chop!"

Carlos's eye twitched a bit at Chris's minor rudeness, but he smiled in compliance nonetheless and joined the now-group of nine. A couple of people (Cedric and Ochi) side-eyed his somewhat odd appearance, but he bid them all friendly hellos and smiles.

"Reaching double digits now!" Chris said. "We have someone I never expected to have on Total Drama; Someone in-tune with her god! Will she find him here? Or just the devil? Probably the latter considering Chefs cooking… Kami everyone!"

This next girl was dressed the most strikingly so far (maybe Cedric could've given her a run for her money). She was pale and wore a black and white nuns habit over her head, which partially concealed her silvery hair tied into a long and thick side braid. She was of short stature, and wore a black and white outfit matching the headdress.

While on the bus steps, she clasped her hands together in prayer, a gentle expression on her face. "Dear lord above, I, your humble servant, wholeheartedly thank you for providing this opportunity to me…"

With her thanks said, she departed the bus and walked over to Chris, who had a beyond-excited smirk on his face. This frail, god-driven girl probably wouldn't last two seconds in this dangerous game of elimination and betrayal, at least in his mind. "Welcome to the game, Kami. You take a spot over there with your fellow competitors."

Before taking her leave, the girl earnestly bowed to him. "I, and our lord, humbly thank you Christopher McLean, for allowing me this opportunity at such a large amount of money."

Chris awkwardly stared, not knowing how to respond at this earnest display of thanks. "Er… sure. Thank the producers, not me. Run, uh… Run along now."

The girl ceased bowing, and nodded. She walked over to the group and stood in between Jiggy and Carlos, frowning at the latter. The former side-eyed her.

Meanwhile, Chris was ready to introduce his next contestant. "Alright! Number 11 SPECIFICALLY signed up for you Chef!" He nudged the surprised Chef Hatchet. "Seems like Becky is a fan!"

The girl that stepped out had dyed green hair, tied into short twin-tails. She wore near-pitch black sunglasses over her eyes, and was dressed in a crisp green shirt under a white chefs apron, and white pants tinged light blue. The moment she stepped off the bus and spotted Chef, she made a beeline for him, barging right past Chris and shoving an accusatory finger in his co-hosts face.

"YOU! You!" With each 'you', she jabbed her finger further and further into Chef's chest. "You are a DISGRACE to the entire cooking industry!" She yelled at the speechless cook, who didn't really know how to respond to this strange new competitor. He was confused as to why she decided her first order of business was to berate him of all people.

"N-Now hold on a second here, now!" Chef Hatchet stuttered a bit. Usually, he could blow throwaway disses on his cooking off, but Becky was straight-up bellowing her lungs out about how shit of a Chef he was. "I'unno who you think you are little missy but you do not have the right to-"

"Oh-Oh ME?! I don't have the right to what? YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO HOLD A GODDAMN KITCHEN KNIFE!" Steam puffed out of her nose, as her yelling got louder. "This season, you're taking a back-seat buddy! You're gonna listen to ME, teaching YOU, how to cook, or I swear to god I'll sue this show for everything it's worth! And make you pay off every last penny!"

Confessional: Chef

Chef was staring at the camera, still lost for words. Finally, he uttered a single sentence. "That girls got issues."

Confessional; Becky

"I think I made a strong first impression on him." Becky was still glaring, now at the camera, "I can't stand to see food being so carelessly abused by that disgrace. He's either gonna learn from an actual chef, or I swear to god, I'll boot him off the plane myself."

End Confessional

"Now, now children! Settle down, settle down." Chris was smirking at the already-present drama between his co-host and his contestant. He enjoyed it, but it couldn't go on forever, so he started to guide the still glaring Becky over to the group. Once she was out of earshot, he grinned up at Chef. "So whaddya think of the favorite to win?"

Chef blanched at that claim. He'd have to deal with this shit all season?! But he realized it was just a jab after a moment. He'd known Chris for years now, and he knew his methods to riling him up. "That girl better get booted first, I swear to god…"

"Ehahahahaha!" McLean half-chuckled half-cackled, then took a minute to calm down so he could continue with the introductions. "Aaah… Our next contestant is an artist with a passion for cartoons, all the way from Brooklyn, New York… Walt, everybody!"

"Ayo, Ayo, Ayo!" Stepping out with a bit of fanfare was a tall, wiry boy. Like Becky, he wore sunglasses, and he had a fiery ginger head of short, messy hair. He wore a black shirt, half buttoned up, and a thin orange jacket over that, with black pants. "What's hoppin', TD? It's ya boy, Walt, here ta slay!" He spoke with a THICK Brooklyn accent.

Cheerfully hopping off the bus, Walt sauntered up to Chris. "If it ain't Chris McLean! What's happenin', pal? I'm ready to win me some moola!"

Even Chris couldn't resist cracking a genuine smile at this guys infectious positivity. "Walt! Welcome to Total Drama, man! Glad to have ya! Aren't we Chef?"

Chef had a glare on his face, still stewing over his encounter with Becky. He didn't mean to scare Walt, but it happened anyways. Chef plus Angry equals Scary after all.

So Walt jumped into the air with an; "AWAWAWAWAWA!!!"

For a solid 10 seconds, he cartoonishly stayed stuck in the same place midair as he wailed in fright. Then, his legs spun around in circles as he dashed over to the group, hiding behind Sandra.

"Well! That smile didn't last long, good job Chef!" Chris grinned, and patted the now even angrier Chef on the shoulder.

"Are you finished with your frenzy?" Sandra asked the taller boy, hiding behind her like a child.

Walt took a moment to recuperate, before standing up and smiling again. "Never been betta' lady! It's just that, ehehehe, dat Chef guy sure is a scary one, eh? Ya think so?"

To this, the girl shrugged. "I find him to be pathetically non-intimidating. You must be exceptionally skittish to be frightened by his size and nothing more."

The artist blanched, then gulped. "N-Nah chick, it's da face… He looked like he was aboutta kill me, I tell ya!"

As this unlikely duo conversed, Chris took to introducing the third-to-last competitor. "Nearing the end of our lineup now, sadly-" He shuddered. The final contestant was one he was dreading. "Next is a kid down on his luck, from the streets of the Big Apple! Masa."

Walking out with his hands in his pockets was a tall, lanky indian boy. He had long, black greasy hair tied into a high rats tail ponytail, and narrowed red eyes. He wore a gray jacket with an orange inside, over a plain white shirt, and along with that wore oversized brown jeans.

He had a grumpy look on his face as he walked right by Chris, not even looking at him with a 'Hmph' of irritation as he stood a bit further apart from the rest of the group. Chris frankly couldn't have cared less about his less-than-stellar attitude, actually glad to have a contestant that moved things along nice and quickly.

"Thank you, Masa! Your snottiness means that we're onto our second-last competitor, finally. The daughter of a famous actress and a rather refined young lady in her own right, Ophelia!"

The second-to-last competitor was a tanned girl, with long dusty-lilac hair tied into a messy high ponytail. She was baby-faced with a perpetual blush, and wore a buttoned-up maroon cardigan, a black skirt, red tights, and black dress shoes.

When she reached Chris and Chef, she curtseyed with a sweet giggle. "Hello, you two! Thank you, sincerely, for having me on the show. I won't let your expectations down!"

Chris smirked at this bold claim, not really believing the exceedingly innocent looking girl. "Oh I'm sure you won't."

He then let out a stifled light snicker, as did Chef. The two shared a glance before Ophelia interrupted their giggling session. Her smile was half-morphed into a displeased scowl. "Is there something funny in what I said?"

Chris shook his head. The matter of Ophelia's survival in the game wasn't even in his mind anymore, as he tangentially devolved into a fit of stifled laughter along with his co-host. Ophelia, tired of this, moved over to join the group, standing near Masa. He gave her the briefest of glances, before folding his arms and looking away again.

"Ehehehe… Ooooh, hahaha…" Chris kept giggling. "Our final, Ehehehe… Wait… final?"

The hosts laughter died down in an instant, as Chef kept chuckling. McLean looked over at the entrance of the bus, dread filling his features. A cheerful female voice emanated from it; "DADDYYYY!"

Walt raised an eyebrow at this, as did a few others. "Daddy? Eh? What?"

And out flew a flash of silver and black, which took all of .3 seconds to wrap their arms around Chris's midsection in a cuddle, to which he yelled.

Hugging him was a reasonably tall girl. She had long eyelashes, and extremely long, curly silver hair with matching coloured eyes. Her clothes consisted of a black sleeveless shirt, a silver skirt, black tights and heels along with a fluffy fur coat that fell halfway down her shoulders.

"Dad!" She reiterated, causing a few more eyebrows to raise. "I missed you!"

To say Chris was unhappy was the understatement of the century. He had a grumpy face like thunder as he refused to return the hug, feebly trying to pull away. "Ngh… Celine everyone. Celine McLean."

Confessional: Everyone

A series of confessionals played with many contestants asking the exact same thing; "Daughter?"

Confessional End

"Uh, Chris…" Chef timidly spoke up. "Are you sayin' this girls your, uh…"

"Biological daughter. YES, Chef, thank you for making me say it to really drive the point home!" Chris's eye twitched, as he finally managed to dislodge Celine's arms from around his torso.

This didn't dissuade the over-excited girl however. She was practically bouncing up and down with glee, turning to the group of fourteen competitors with a flamboyant bow. "OOOFFF COURSE! It's me, CELINE MCLEAN, on TOTAL. DRAMA. RETURN FLIGHT! Charmed to make your acquaintance, one and all! But don't you worry about this being a nepotism case! I'll be on JUST as even playing grounds as all of you wonderful people!"

To this, Masa sneered. "Doubt it…"

Confessional: Masa

"Of course." The boy was slouching on the confessional seat, a less than happy expression on his face. "First time I get a shot at actual money and the hosts damn DAUGHTER is here and competing too. Fucking cheap-ass rigged piece of-"

Confessional: Celine

Much like she was on the runway, Celine couldn't contain her excitement in the confessional either. "I sent an application in, under ONE HUNDRED different names, for reboot and rematch to see dad, no dice. But the STARS ALIGNED! I finally get to see him again, after all this time! Last time I saw him was like… what? When I was two? I don't even remember his face back then!"

Confessional: Chris

Chris was still annoyed, as he ranted in the confessional. "Oh, those producers are really screwing with me now! Accepting her! Why her!? Of all the COUNTLESS, COUNTLESS teens that signed up they picked the one person I didn't want.

I mean, who does that? That's just wicked…" Look who's talking.

Confessional End

Dusting himself off, Chris was trying (and failing) to conceal his annoyance at Celine as he practically pushed her into the now completed group of fifteen contestants in all. "Now then! That's all of you off the bus and introduced! We'll do a quick tour of some important areas on the plane, and then the voyage for a million big ones will officially begin!"

The scene cut to show the fifteen contestants, Chris, and Chef, dotted about the First Class Cabin of the plane. The host himself was at the top of the plane, sipping from a glass of wine that was served by one of the flight attendants. "Welcome, to first class! We're following the original World Tour's format with three teams; The winners of each challenge will get to enjoy a luxurious stay in here until the next one begins!

"Sho all we huff tuh do uis win?" Masa was taking full advantage of the amenities, scarfing down cookie after luxurious cookie. "Sheems prutty simple."

"Cover your mouth while you eat!" Ophelia, who was sitting near him, cringed as some crumbs sprayed on her. "You're getting gross food all over the nice carpet! AND me!"

He simply rolled his eyes at this, continuing to shove cookies in his mouth. "I'unno wut you uxpect. Shorry we're nut all as 'well-mannered' ash you."

"Augh?!" She stared in shock at the utter rudeness, as the shot panned over to Becky and Bertie at the bar area. The latter was behind the bar tasting some of the different drinks, while the former was testing the quality of the food served.

Seemingly satisfied, Becky nodded. "At the very least the other cooks on this plane aren't utter neanderthals with food." She shot a pointed glare at Chef, who avoided her gaze, while Bertie gulped down a soda.

"Ahhh!" He slammed the now-empty glass down, smiling over at Sora who was sitting on one of the bar stools. "Whatcha think of this place, Sora? Pretty cool right? You know, if we end up here together I could pour you a drink or two myself, non-alcoholic. My family actually owns a bar if you can believe, heh~"

Sora simply nodded with a small smile. "Thank you."

Bertie smiled in return, a little awkwardly at the lack of engagement.

Next, Chris brought everyone to economy class, which unfortunately hadn't changed at all since the last world tour. "This! Is economy. The teams that DON'T win will be spending their stay here until they get another shot at first class! Want my advice? Try and sleep through the entire flight if you're in here!"

"Dude…" Ziggy looked at his partner-in-crime, a confused look on his face. "When did we transfer planes?"

Jiggy put a hand on his shoulder with a somewhat sarcastic remark. "I dunno man, maybe when we were walking through the doors from first class to economy?"

"Oh!" The rockstar of course didn't pick up on it. "Man, that was quick…"

As this silly exchange was taking place, Sandra was inspecting the straps meant to hold sleeping contestants in place. "Host. How reliable are these straps?"

"They held Owen in season 3." The host replied. "Buuuut, he DID weaken them over the course of the season, so… take that as you will!"

Sandra frowned, and Kami, who was close by, blessed herself hurriedly.

Finally, Chris took the cast to the elimination area, where he stood behind his oil barrel with Chef beside him. "And this is where the biggest losers of each episode will go to vote one of their own off! Those of you who've seen the show before-"

He was interrupted by Celine, who put her hand up in the air proudly. "That's me! I've seen the show before! Every season, every episode, ten rewatches. He's talking about me."

Chris took a nice long moment to glare at her, before continuing on. "Those who've seen the show know how elimination works. Anyone who's safe will receive a fluffy piece of marshmallowy goodness (too many complaints about nut allergies put the peanuts out of business). However, the one person at each ceremony that is NOT safe will be headed home, the express way!" He gestured toward the open door on the aircraft. Cedric's eyes grew wide, Carlos scowled, and Walt fell further to the back of the group.

But Ochi looked mostly unfazed. "Question! Do you accept bribes to stay in the game?"

Chris clicked his fingers at this, and a couple of dirty glares were shot the little heir way. "Good question! No! But you're free to give me as much money as you want either way. Sound good? Good."

Stepping away from the oil barrel and in front of the group, Chris grinned. "That concludes our tour of the jet. There are other areas like the economy dining hall and the luggage compartment, but I'm sure you'll discover them along the way! For now, pick a seat, buckle your seatbelts, and prepare for lift off!"

Turning toward the camera, he smiled his million dollar smile. "And that goes for you viewers too! Buckle your seatbelts and prepare for a trip around the world! Because that's where we'll soon be taking you, with these fifteen new contestants! Right here! On

Total!

Drama!

Return Flight!"

Ochi, the Spoiled Heir

Sandra, the Cold, Hard and Logical

Masa, the Nihilist

Ophelia, the Princess

Cedric, the Superstar

Justice, the Parkourist

Walt, the Cartoonist

Becky, the Cook

Carlos, the Nice Guy

Sora, the Perfect Child

Bertie, the Competitive Spirit

Celine, the Hosts Daughter

Ziggy, the Stoner

Kami, the Religion Girl

Jiggy, the Rebel