The Total Drama Express cruised through the Nevada desert, the sun rising over the horizon and casting a golden glow on the arid landscape. Dust swirled around the train tracks as Chris's voice boomed over the scene.

"Last time on Total Drama: World Domination, the contestants braved the Arctic tundra in a grueling trek across snow, ice, and, oh yeah—a polar bear encounter! The Fearless Flyers faced their first loss, and Lindsay was sent packing… to the Daring Ducks. But now, the stakes are higher than ever because we've hit Las Vegas, baby! Which team will crack under pressure during today's heist-themed challenge? Let's find out on Total. Drama. WORLD DOMINATION!"


Theme Song

The Total Drama Express barrels through various terrains—icy mountains, dense jungles, and bustling cities—plumes of steam trailing behind. The contestants lean out of the windows, bickering and dodging obstacles.

Dear Mom and Dad

I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

In the dining car, Owen and Wayne accidentally fling food onto Dakota while juggling plates. Dakota screams in frustration, storming off, while the two laugh uncontrollably. Heather dumps water on Duncan from a train window. Duncan retaliates with a snowball, hitting her shoulder. Heather glares furiously, and Duncan smirks as they both disappear from view.

You asked me what I wanted to be

And I think the answer is plain tosee

I want to be famous

Gwen and Courtney sit in adjacent train seats, clearly annoyed with each other. Gwen plugs her headphones in, turning away, while Courtney furiously scribbles in a notebook, likely plotting something. Suddenly, a bump in the tracks causes Courtney's pencil to go flying, landing in Gwen's lap. Gwen holds it up with a raised eyebrow, her expression flat. Courtney snatches it back with a tight smile, clearly irritated. The tension between them is thick.

I wanna live close to the sun

Well, pack your bags cause I already won

Everything to prove nothing's in my way

Bowie and MK are huddled in the train's storage car, whispering and conspiring over a crudely drawn map of the train. MK smirks as she hands Bowie a small, suspicious-looking device. Bowie grins back, slipping it into his pocket. The camera pans to Chef, who is snooping nearby, narrowing his eyes as he watches them through a crack in the door.

I'll get there one day

Cause I want to be famous

On the train's roof, Zoey wobbles on the icy surface, nearly slipping. Jasmine catches her arm and helps her steady herself. Zoey laughs nervously, and Jasmine pats her on the back before moving forward confidently.

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be Famous

I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be Famous

The entire cast is gathered on the train roof, with Chris standing at the center, flashing his signature grin. Chef Hatchet looms nearby, holding a frying pan. The train lurches, sending half the cast tumbling as the Total Drama logo appears and the train races into the horizon.


The contestants gathered in the train's lounge car, the excitement and mystery of Vegas buzzing through the air. The typical morning grumbles were replaced by whispered speculations as they waited for Chris to reveal the challenge details.

"So, any guesses?" Sky asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Brick sat up straighter. "It's probably something physical—maybe a high-stakes obstacle course."

MK laughed. "We're in Vegas, Brick. It's not going to be an obstacle course. It's going to be something flashy and over-the-top."

At the Flyers' table, Duncan leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed lazily. "I bet it's a poker game. Chris would totally make us gamble for immunity."

Heather smirked. "Good thing I know how to bluff."

Zoey raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but do you know when to fold?"

Confessional: Duncan and Heather

Duncan: "So, we're heading into a challenge involving casinos and heists. You know what that means—total chaos."

Heather: "And I live for it. Duncan might think he's got the edge because of his 'bad boy' persona, but if anyone's winning this challenge, it's me."

Duncan: "You better hope we're on the same side."

Heather: "Or you better hope I don't sabotage you."

They both smirked at the camera.

On the Daring Ducks' side, Lindsay was still adjusting to her new team. She sat next to Ella, fiddling with a stack of poker chips they'd found on the train.

"I've never been to Vegas before," Lindsay said excitedly. "Do you think we'll get to see a magic show?"

"Maybe the challenge will be magic-themed," Ella replied. "Like, we have to escape from a magician's trap."

Scarlett, seated nearby, gave them a blank look. "Or, you know, it could be something that actually matters—like cracking a safe."

Confessional: Scarlett and Noah

Scarlett: "Honestly, being on the Ducks means babysitting half the time."

Noah: "True. But at least it's entertaining."

Scarlett: "Lindsay's enthusiasm is… a lot. And Ella? Well, she's Ella."

Noah: "But if there's anyone on this team who could pull off a heist, it's me."

Scarlett: "We'll see about that."

The train pulled into a private station just outside the Las Vegas Strip, the dazzling neon lights and towering casinos creating a sensory overload for the contestants as they stepped off. Massive billboards advertised magic shows, concerts, and celebrity chef restaurants, while the distant hum of slot machines echoed through the air.

Chris, dressed in a sleek black suit with gold accents, welcomed them with his signature grin. "Welcome to Vegas, contestants! Today, you'll be pulling off the ultimate heist—Total Drama style."

Behind him, Chef stood by a large model of a casino floor, complete with miniature slot machines, roulette tables, and vaults.

"Here's the deal," Chris explained. "Each team will be given a mission: to steal as much fake casino cash as possible without getting caught by 'security.' You'll have to navigate past laser traps, pick locks, and outsmart guards. The team with the most cash by the end of the heist wins immunity. The team with the least? Well, someone's luck is running out."

Chef handed each team a map of the casino layout. "Oh, and one more thing—you have to designate roles. Pick someone to be the Mastermind, Lockpicker, Decoy, and Bag Handler. Choose wisely."


Fearless Flyers' Heist Plan:

Mastermind: Heather

Lockpicker: Duncan

Decoy: Zoey

Bag Handler: Jasmine


Soaring Sharks' Heist Plan:

Mastermind: Sky

Lockpicker: MK

Decoy: Wayne

Bag Handler: Axel


Daring Ducks' Heist Plan:

Mastermind: Scarlett

Lockpicker: Noah

Decoy: Ella

Bag Handler: Lindsay


The casino floor was a maze of slot machines, gaming tables, and VIP lounges. Red carpets stretched across the floor, and chandeliers sparkled overhead. Hidden security guards, laser traps, and cameras were scattered throughout the building, adding to the pressure.

Heather led the team with precision, directing Duncan toward the first locked door. "You've got two minutes to crack it," she whispered.

Duncan knelt by the lock, his fingers working quickly. "Don't rush me."

Jasmine kept watch, while Zoey pretended to be a casino guest, walking casually past a group of security guards. "All clear," Zoey whispered into her earpiece.

The lock clicked open, and Duncan smirked. "Piece of cake."

Sky was focused and efficient, guiding MK through a series of back hallways. Wayne, dressed in a ridiculous security uniform, distracted the real guards by loudly "patrolling" the casino.

"Keep moving," Sky said as MK picked the lock to the VIP vault.

"Almost there," MK muttered, biting her lip as the mechanism clicked into place. "Got it."

Axel loaded the fake cash into the bag and nodded. "Let's go."

Scarlett studied the map as Noah picked the lock to the high-stakes room. "Hurry up, Noah."

"Relax," Noah replied. "I've seen worse locks on vending machines."

Ella, posing as a showgirl, twirled past a security checkpoint, her bright smile disarming the guards. "Excuse me, gentlemen! Where's the restroom?"

Lindsay struggled to carry the bag of cash but kept going. "This is heavier than it looks!"

As the teams navigated through the casino, tension mounted. Heather and Sky crossed paths briefly near the roulette tables, exchanging competitive glares before disappearing down separate hallways.

Confessional: Heather and Sky

Heather: "Sky's good, but I'm better."

Sky: "Heather's overconfident. That's her biggest weakness."

Heather: "We'll see whose team wins."

Sky: "We will."

The teams sprinted toward the exit as the casino's "alarm" blared, signaling the end of the heist. Guards chased after them, but each team managed to evade capture and escape through the back door—bags of cash in hand.

Sky: "We will."

The teams sprinted toward the exit as the casino's "alarm" blared, signaling the end of the heist. Guards chased after them, but each team managed to evade capture and escape through the back door—bags of cash in hand.


Results:

Soaring Sharks: $100,000

Daring Ducks: $80,000

Fearless Flyers: $60,000

Chris smirked. "Sorry, Flyers. Looks like your luck just ran out. See you at elimination."


The Fearless Flyers returned to their cabin on the Total Drama Express, the distant glow of the Las Vegas Strip fading as the train sped back into the desert. The mood inside the cabin was far from glamorous, though, as the team sat silently, the weight of their second loss pressing down on them.

Heather paced back and forth, clearly frustrated. "We should've had this in the bag. If Duncan hadn't taken so long picking that lock, we wouldn't be here."

Duncan rolled his eyes, leaning back on his bunk with his hands behind his head. "Yeah, because it's totally my fault you couldn't manage the cash better."

"You're the lockpicker," Heather shot back. "It was literally your job."

Jasmine, sitting cross-legged on her bed, finally spoke up. "Enough. Blaming each other isn't going to help us. Let's talk about the vote."

Confessional: Jasmine

"I don't like the idea of splitting the team apart, but at this point, we don't have much of a choice. We need to make the right decision—or else we'll keep losing."

Zoey sat next to Harold, who was nervously fidgeting with his hoodie drawstrings. "We can't afford another loss," Zoey said. "We need to think strategically."

Harold adjusted his glasses. "So, who's on the chopping block? Duncan or Heather?"

Heather narrowed her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere."

Bowie smirked from his bunk. "Maybe not tonight, but you're not exactly making friends, Heather."

Heather turned on him. "You're just mad because you didn't get to play mastermind this time."

"Maybe," Bowie admitted with a shrug, "but at least I didn't tank the challenge."

Confessional: Bowie and Zoey

Bowie: "Heather's power trip is going to sink us if we don't act fast."

Zoey: "But Duncan's attitude isn't helping either. We have to decide which one is the bigger threat to our team dynamic."

Bowie: "Let's just say tonight's vote is going to make or break the Flyers."

As the tension simmered, Duncan shared a brief moment with Gwen near the train's observation car. The two stood side by side, watching the desert blur by through the window.

"Guess we're both in hot water tonight," Duncan said, smirking.

Gwen sighed, pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders. "I'm tired of all the fighting. If we keep turning on each other, we're not going to make it."

Duncan nodded. "Yeah, but Heather's not exactly someone you can reason with."

Gwen hesitated, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "Maybe not. But we still have a vote."

Confessional: Gwen

"I don't want to see Duncan go, but if the team decides he's the problem, I'm not sure I can save him."

The Fearless Flyers stood in the middle of a desert clearing under the pale glow of the moon. Torches flickered around them, casting long shadows on the sand as Chris stood on a platform with his tray of marshmallows.

"Welcome back, Flyers!" Chris said cheerfully. "Second elimination in a row—how's that feel?"

Heather crossed her arms. "Let's just get this over with."

Chris chuckled. "Gladly. The rules are the same as always: If you get a marshmallow, you're safe. If not, well… say goodbye to Vegas."

He lifted the first marshmallow. "First up, Jasmine."

Jasmine caught the marshmallow with ease.

"Zoey."

Zoey smiled and caught her marshmallow, shooting a quick glance at Bowie.

"Harold."

Harold let out a breath of relief as he grabbed his marshmallow.

"Bowie."

Bowie caught the marshmallow and winked at Heather.

Chris held up the next marshmallow, dragging out the suspense. "And the final marshmallow goes to…

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Gwen caught the marshmallow, but her expression was grim as she turned to see Duncan and Heather standing side by side, both without marshmallows.

Chris grinned. "Oh, don't worry—you're not both leaving. Just one of you. And tonight, that unlucky contestant is…

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Duncan."

Duncan's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, nodding to himself. "Figures."

Heather let out a breath of relief, catching Bowie's knowing smirk. She mouthed we're even at him.

Confessional: Duncan

"Well, I guess my time's up. Not exactly how I wanted it to end, but hey—I've been eliminated before, and I've always found my way back."

Chris gestured to the train waiting on the horizon. "Duncan, time to board the Losers' Express."

Duncan walked past his team, giving Gwen a brief, reassuring pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the night.

The remaining Flyers returned to their cabin, the air heavy with tension. Heather sat smugly on her bunk, clearly pleased with the outcome.

"Now that the dead weight is gone," Heather said, "maybe we can actually win a challenge."

Bowie shook his head. "Don't get too comfortable, Heather. You're not untouchable."

Zoey glanced at Jasmine. "We need to regroup. Fast."

Meanwhile, in the Ducks' cabin, Lindsay was adjusting to life on a new team. She sat with Ella and Scarlett, nervously chewing her lip.

"I hope I can help the team win," Lindsay said softly.

Scarlett gave her a calculating look. "You'd better."

Chris leaned against the railing, the desert stretching endlessly behind him as the train picked up speed.

"Well, that's one bad boy down and plenty of drama still ahead. With Lindsay fitting into her new team and the Flyers down a key member, who's next to gamble their way out of the game? Find out next time on Total. Drama. WORLD DOMINATION!"


Ranking:

26th - Jo

25th - Ezekiel

24th - Julia

23rd - Courtney

22nd - Owen

21st - Duncan