Return to Total Drama Island

Last summer 14 teens competed for $1,000,000 on Total Drama Action. This summer...22 new teens will return to Camp Wawanakwa to compete...for the grand prize.....of......Five....MILLION...DOLLARS!

Raging Foxes
Quinn

Charlie

Steven

Zuma

Andrew

Francine

Laura

Tristan

Wendy

Hannah

David

Soaring Ducks
Morgan

Edward

Rachael

Victoria

Gerald

Parker

Jessica

Nicole

Reese

Shannon

Kevin

Chapter One: "Welcome back to Camp Wawanakwa!"
Chris McLean stands poised on the Dock of Shame as the camera helicopters around the decrepid campgrounds. The camera finally comes to rest on Chris's face.

"Yo! Welcome back to Total...Drama...Island! Last season we saw 14 teens compete in embarassing, painful, and probably illegal challenges all for the chance at the Big Mil,"

Chris chuckled.

"But this season we're back at the beautiful Camp Wawanakwa!"

The camera pans across the cabins, showing chipped paint, copious amounts of flies, and overgrown grass. It pans back to Chris.

"Hehuh...yeah. Anyway, lets meet our campers!"

A rather luxurious looking boat speeds up to the Dock of Shame, and the first camper steps off. She is an intelligent looking girl with prim and proper hair, round glasses and a half-smile.

"Quinn, welcome bra," Chris greets her.

"Thank you, Chris," she replies in a somewhat monotone voice.

The girl walks to the end of the dock and the boat arrives again. This time a sharply dressed boy with shiny hair and an air of self-confidence steps off.

"Hey! Hey! What's up McLean man?" the boy shouts out.

"Sup Charlie? Glad to have you here, my man," Chris throws him a friendly high-five.

Chris chuckles once again and the next camper pulls up to the dock. It is a rather pleasent looking girl with dark, chocolate colored hair pulled back into a ponytail. She calmly walks down the dock to Chris.

"Wendy, what's going on?"

The girl smiles, but says nothing.

Chris doesn't seem to care, and merely shrugs.

The next camper is also a girl, her eyes lowered to ground, she begins shuffling her way to the other campers.

"You must be Hannah. Welcome to Total drama Island!"

This girl does not smile, nor does she even look up. She hurries over to the other campers without so much as a whimper.

"Man, what is it with these chicks?" Chris mutters, somewhat annoyed.

A boy jumps off the boat, a smug gleam in his eyes.

"Hey Morgan. Good luck, bro."

The boy scoffs.

"Luck? Luck is for chumps."

Slightly amused, Chris shakes his head.

"It's gonna be a loooong season.."

Another boy steps off the boat, he looks across the dock at the other contestants.

"Is this my competition? Why not just gimme the check now?" the boy spat.

Chris frowns.

"How's it goin' Edward?"

The boy sneers.

"Pretty good, I just won $5,000,000."

"Yeah, you'll last long." Chris whispers under his breath.

Next was a haughty looking girl.

"Everybody, Rachael," Chris throws his arms out.

Rachael walks to the other side of the dock and stands between Charlie and Wendy. Charlie puts out his hand.

"Hey babe, hows it shakin'?

She turns to him, eyes burning with passionate hate. Charlie lowers his head in fear.

Another contender had arrived, she looks slightly confused as she works her way to Chris.

"Hello, my name is Victoria. I'm suppose to meet Chris McLean for a television show. Have you seen him?"

Chris sighs, and rests his head in his hand.

"Um, bra, I'm Chris McLean. This is the show."

The girl shrugs, and walks cheerfully over to the other side of the dock.

A small, thin boy walks up twiddling his thumbs and mumbling to himself.

"Hi, are you Gerald? Chris asks.

"Huh? Wha--how'd you know my name?" The boy begins to raise his voice and shake his hands faster.

"Dude, it's on your application," Chris backs away slightly, "Try not to get kicked off too early."

The boy stops in his tracks. "WHAT?!? Don't say that to me!! You said that to Ezekiel last season and he lost first!!!!"

Morgan and Charlie run up and hold him back as he struggles and kicks wildly.

Chris, a little disturbed, introduces the next camper.

"Uh...anyway...here's Parker!"

A short boy with dark brown hair drags his feet over to Chris.

"This is Camp? Looks even crappier in real life."

Chris smiles, "Yeah, we get that a lot."

The boy sighs and walks to the others. "Man, this dock is ricketity."

"Ladies and Gents, it's Steven!"

A boy stepped off the boat, he had smooth, toffee colored hair and soft eyes. He smiled as he made his way past Chris.

"Hey Chris, great to be h--" he stopped as his eyes met Wendy's. His mouth hung slightly ajar, and she turned away blushing.

"Dude, you okay?" Chris waved his hand infront of Steven's face.

Steven blinked and closed his mouth. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." He lowed his eyes and scrurried over to the other campers.

Another camper arrived, a dynamic looking girl with eyes wide open and a dismal frown.

"Everyone, this is Francine!"

"Oh my! Look at this camp! It's a disaster waiting to happen!" She threw her hand against her head and dropped to her knees, "How will I go on?"

"Look, just say hello and get on the other side of the dock." Chris murmured.

Francine scoffed, "Huh. Well I guess some PEOPLE just don't appreciate theatrics."

Chris ignored her and moved on to the tall sporty boy standing next to him.

"Sup dude, you must be Tristan,"

The boy grabbed Chris and put him in a headlock. "How's it hangin' my man?"

Chris struggled in vain against the boy's strength, until Tristan finally released him.

"Dude, watch the hair!" Chris snarled as he patted his hair back into formation.

Tristan merely laughed and jogged to the others.

Chris growled, and moved on to the next camper. "Campers, Jessica!"

The girl payed little attention to Chris, as she was caught up with rubbing her hands together.

"Dudette, you got somethin' there?"

Without looking up, the girl replied. "Wha? Oh. Yeah. I have OCD...and this...crappy hand sanitizer just ran out!!" She chucked the bottle to the ground an stormed towards the other side of the dock rubbing her hands.

"Yeah...." Chris looked disturbed.

A cheery girl came bouncing up. "Hi! My names Nicole! Hows it going?"

"Hey Nicole, why don't you go talk to the other campers?"

"Okay-Dokay!" The other campers grimaced as Nicole ran to them. "Hey everybody!"

The faint sound of Nicole greeting each and every camper could still be heard as Chris welcomed the next contestant.

"Hey Reese, welcome to the camp!"

A muscular boy with sandy blonde hair walked up and grabbed Chris's hand.

"Hey there, Chris! Great ta be here!" He said enthusiastically as he swung his great arm up and down.

"Whoa! Down boy!" Chris said with a hint of fear.

Reese released his hand and strode over the dock. ("HI! My names Nicole!!")

Rubbing his arm from Reese's handshake, Chris welcomed the next camper to the island.

"Contestant number seventeen is Zuma!"

A thin girl with many peircings and a sour frown walked down the dock.

"Pleasure." She said almost sarcastically as she looked at the other contenders.

"And here's Andrew!"

A well-dressed boy calmly strolled past Chris.

"Good aftanoon, ma good mayn." He spoke with a deep southern drawl. (Good afternoon, my good man)

"And who do we hayve heya?" He said charmingly to Francine. "Wha hello ma deya," he said, taking her hand. (And who do we have here?) (Why, hello my dear.)

"Oh my! What is a girl to do?" Francine batted her eyelashes.

Chris chuckled. "Weirdo. Speaking of which, Laura everybody!"

A grim looking girl jumped, literally, off the boat.

"Chris McLean! Whats up my brother?" She gave Chris a quick punch in the arm.

"Watch the skin, bra!" Chris said aggrivated.

"Huh. Weird bunch we got this season. Hey everyone! It's Shannon!"

A tall, slighty overweight girl pranced gracefully over the dock's surface, took one look at the camp and screamed.

"Oh my GOD! Look at this grime! ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!!!!"

Nicole scrurried other from the sidelines and took Shannon's hand. "Hi! I'm Nicole! C'mon!" Nicole pulled the distraught girl onto the sidelines of the dock with undying cheerfulness.

The next camper arrived holding a Magic 8 Ball. He shook it fiercely. "Magic 8 Ball, will I win this season?" the pyramid inside bobbed up and down.

"Ask Again Later."

"Arg!!" The boy dropped to his knees.

"Everyone, this is Kevin." Chris seemed slightly concerned.

"Hey Chris. Hey Everybody." The boy replied in a somewhat uninterested voice before shuffling his way to the other campers. ("Hey there! I'm Nicole!!")

The last camper arrived, his eyes were relaxed, his shirt was somewhat crooked and his hair was wild and uncombed.

"Hey dudes. I'm...," he yawns, "David."

"Welcome to Wawanakwa bro," Chris seemed pleased that this camper didn't try to shake or yell at him.

Chris turned and beckoned to the camera.

"There you have it! The 22 new teens have all arrived for the new season! Join us next time on Total....Drama....Island!"

Chapter Two: "Out of the Tree and on to the Ground"
"Welcome back to Total Drama Island! We just met our 22 campers, and now it's time to split them into teams," Chris smiled charmingly, (well, as charming as Chris can be,) to the camera.

"Okay campers, when I call your name stand on the east side of the campfire. Reese, Nicole, Rachael, Edward, Kevin, Shannon, Jessica, Gerald, Parker, Morgan and...Victoria!"

The eleven campers made there way to the eastern side of the campfire. Stares and uneasy smiles were shared as the group checked each other out.

"You will now be known as....The Soaring Ducks!" Chris threw a tarp to the group of teens, most giving odd looks due to the name choice. The tarp managed to hit Kevin square in the head, dazing him momentarily. Upon opening the tarp, a picture of a frenzied mallard in flight drew some puzzled stares.

"What the heck kinda name is the Soaring Ducks?" Parker questioned.

"Hehe, it's yours, dude," Chris payed little attention to the steady stream of comments he was now getting, "And the rest of you, over to the west side! Charlie, Laura, Francine, David, Andrew, Wendy, Steven, Hannah, Zuma, Quinn, and Tristan. You will from here on be called...The Raging Foxes!"

Chris chucked the tarp rather carelessly in the genreal direction of the team. Steven and Wendy managed to catch it simultaneously. Steven looked to Wendy's, and trembled to say something, until finally he found the courage to speak.

"Wendy?" he said shakily.

"Yes?" she almost whispered. She had just met this boy and already she was lost in his eyes, she imagined inching her hand closer to his...

"Would you like to open the tarp?"

Knocked out of her daydream, Wendy nodded and unfolded the tarp to reveal a fox that appeared to have rabies.

Parker spoke out again, "How is it that they got a murderous fox and we got a stupid duck?"

Chris smiled, "Sorry bro, thats how the dice rolls. And now for your challenge! Oh Chef!"

The camper's attention was drawn to the mess hall's doors, which were abruptly kicked open by a large angry man. Chef emerged carrying serveral ropes and harnesses. Chef, without saying a word, walked up and dropped the equipment onto the ground infront of the campers.

"Thank you Chef, now, everybody take a harness."

The campers snagged their harnesses, and proceeded to fasten them on.

"Hey, my harness is a little loose in the bottom part," Kevin remarked.

"No worries dude! I got it," Reese walked over and gave the tie a firm yank, sending the strap straight up. "There you go dude!"

As soon as Reese released his grip, Kevin promptly cupped his unmentionables and fell to the ground with a whimper.

Ignoring Kevin's...injury, Chris continued, "Your challenge for today is to climb....this...50-ft tall tree!"

Chris threw his arm out and pointed behind the campers to a dwarfingly tall tree peppered with red and green flags.

"But that's not all, your team will have to collect flags as you make your way to the top. And to prevent you from just grabbing all the flags at once, you may only stay in one spot for five seconds at a time. The team with the most flags at the end or which ever team does not fall out of the tree wins invincibility! Oh and by the way, you'll be chained to your teammates, so if one of you falls..."

Both the Ducks and Foxes nervously looked from one to another, and, hesitantly, began connecting their harnesses together.

"Okay teams, Ducks will climb the east side, Foxes on the west. Ready......GO!"

No sooner had Chris given the green light, then the campers started clawing their way up. On the Duck's side, Reese was lifting his teammates one by one into the tree, while Rachael took over the commanding position.

"Gerald! Test that branch to make sure it's stable! Morgan! Get off your butt and climb! Kevin! Get off the ground and into this tree RIGHT NOW!"

On the Fox's side, Quinn formulated a plan of attack.

"Alright everybody, take the ends of the connecting rope and loop them around the base of the tree, that should help keep us steady if someone falls."

Tristan and Charlie quickly dashed around the perimeter and knotted the ends together.

"Great strategy sweetheart," Charlie said smoothly.

Quinn merely rolled her eyes, "Okay, now lets get up there!"

Ten of the Foxes jumped adamantly into the branches above, with David sluggishly bringing up the rear. The Ducks were already nine feet and six flags ahead of the Foxes. Rachael scoffed as she stared down on her opposition.

"Great idea tying yourselves to the tree! Now you'll all be together when I knock you back down!"

Francie let out a distraught sigh, only to feel a stern hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open....it was Andrew.

"Don't let huh git to yoo, we'll show huh we meyn business," he said calmly. (Don't let her get to you, we'll show her we mean business)

Francine's eyes sparkled, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Tristan cut in.

"That's real special and all guys, but we're loosing."

Andrew shot Tristan a quick glare, and regained his composure.

Back on the Duck's side, Gerald is starting to loose his cool.

"These needles keep poking me!" He begins feircely ripping out handfuls of pine needles and throwing them into the air.

Rachael screames down at him, "What the heck are you doing you idiot? Can't you see they're catching up?"

Gerald throws up his head and stares hatefully into Rachael's eyes before throwing one last handful of pine needles down.

Kevin speaks up, "Seriously man, we're got to--" he's suddenly cut off by the wad of pine needles that sideswipes him in the face. "AHH! My EYES!!"

Kevin waves his arms frantically, rubbing and clawing at his face.

Rachael looks back down, "No! Put your hands back on the tree!"

But it's too late, Kevin missteps and slips back, his arms still grasping his face as he falls. He lets out a cry of pain as the harness pushes into his stomach as the rope pulls taunt. The resulting tug offsets Shannon, who also slips. Nicole throws her hand out as quickly as she can,

"Shannon! Quick! Grab my hand!"

Shannon catches Nicole's grasp, but her weight just pulls Nicole with her.

The Foxes start inching their way past the struggling Ducks, snickering at the cursing Rachael.

Rachael turns to Reese, "Can you hold the extra weight?"

Reese gives a thumbs up, and sling's the fallen camper's ropes over his great shoulders, and pushes himself up.

"No problem.."

Wendy reaches for a flag, but slips on some sap. Seeing her begin to fall, Steven swing's himself over, taking her hand.

"You..saved me.."

Steven smiled, "Hey, we're a team.."

They stare intently into each other's eyes for several seconds, when all of a sudden Charlie lets out a scream.

"Watch out!"

The falling Charlie lands square on Steven's back, dropping all three like a rock. The momentum sends a monsterous yank on the other cords, resulting in a domino effect of Foxes plummeting out of the tree. Now only Tristan and Laura remain. Laura manages to shift herself to the side, checking the knot.

"Hey Tristan...I've got some bad news.."

"No...don't tell me!"

"Yeah, it's coming undone..." the extra weight of her fallen teammates mocked her strength, she could feel her hands slipping.

Tristan noticed right away, and knew he had to think fast. It hit him.

"Laura! Grab those flags behind you! When I say "now", I want you to let go of the tree!"

Laura stared at him dumbfounded, "What are you talking about?"

Tristan shot her a glance, "Just do it."

Laura nodded and strained to grab the flags, but finally manages to sucessfully reach them. The knot was at it's limit....it would undo any second.

Tristan searchs frantically, and finally spots the cords from the fallen Duck campers. He shimmied himself over...

"3......2.....1....NOW!" he shouted.

Laura let go of the tree and Tristan sprang into the air.

Rachael is inches from the top, "Looks like we win!" she chimed triumphantly.

Tristan grabs the cords right as the knot snaps undone, bringing the full weight of his team down upon the Ducks. The great weight rips Reese out of the tree like a ragdoll, Rachael lets out a look of pure fear as her harness brings her crashing down. The Ducks and Foxes smash and flail through the branches, mere feet from the ground the cords finally catch on the braches, leaving them hanging in the tree like a child's mobile.

Chris, who had been sitting in his director's chair sipping a cappuccino, looks disapprovingly at the helpless teens.

"What is the matter with you people? Those cords are expensive! Tsk, tsk...looks like we have a tie,"

22 groans rang out through Muskoka.

"Man this sucks.." Parker moaned, only to have Rachael send him a swift kick in the head.

"Don't worry, I have a way to settle this! Which ever team has the most flags wins," Chris yawned, "Boy am I tired.."

22 angry glances shot Chris in the heart.

"Now lets see here...Soaring Ducks, you have 14 flags!"

"Beat that, you Fox fools," Rachael cried out at them.

"Not so fast Rachael, it looks like the Foxes have 17! Foxes win!"

The Fox campers shouted with cheer, as Rachael sat wadding in a pool of discontent.

That Night at the Campfire---

"Campers, welcome to the first campfire ceremony of the season," Chris looked uncharacteristically solemn, "Here at camp, marshmellows represent the life of a camper, and when you do not receive a marshmellow, your life on Total Drama Island has come to an end. I only have ten marshmellows on this plate, and the camper who does not receive a marshmellow must immediately walk the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave Total Drama Island for good,"

He narrowed his glance, "And you can never come back,"

He eyed the campers one by one, "The first marshmellow goes to Reese," Reese stood up, smiled, and picked up his marshmellow.

"Congrat, bro. Next is Edward. Jessica, Morgan, Victoria. The next name I'm going to call is...Shannon. Nicole and Parker, come get your marshmellows."

Three nervous camper sat before Chris, all of them staring at the two marshmellows left on the plate.

"You three all played a part in slowing down your team. Rachael, you were bossy and manipulative, and no one likes that,"

Rachael scowled angrily.

"Gerald, you had a psycho hissy fit over pine needles. Really, really weird, dude. And Kevin....your just plain unlucky."

Chris smiles sadistically at the three campers left in front of him................."Rachael,"

Rachael smirks knowingly, and snatches her marshmellow.

"The last marshmellow of the night goes to....................................................................," Kevin and Gerald looked to each other, then to the plate, and then back to each other,"......................................"

"Kevin."

Kevin let out a faint sigh of relief, and claimed his marshmellow. Gerald sat stunned as he watched Kevin join the rest of the team.

"Dock of Shame's that-a-way, bro,"

Gerald sluggishly lifted himself onto his feet, and walked down the dock.

Chris's cheery face popped up in front of the camera.

"Well there you have it, the first camper of the season was just sent packin'! Join us next week on Total....Drama....ISLAND!"

Chapter Three: "Behind Enemy Lines"
The camera hangs high above Camp Wawanakwa as the sun rises in the distance. The serenity is soon broken as Chris's voice comes blaring from the loudspeaker.

"Attention campers! Meet outside in fifteen minutes for your next challenge!"

Slowly but surely, the campers manage to drag themselves outside the cabins, all except David.

The Foxes stand bewildered.

Quinn frowned, "Tell me David's not asleep again."

No one said anything, but the looks painted across their faces said what their tongues couldn't. Moments later, David stumbled from the cabin rubbing his eyes and yawning deeply.

"Sun, wheya have yoo been?" Andrew walked up to him, giving him a gentle shake to wake him. (Son, where have you been?)

"Huh? Wha--what's going on?" David scratched his back and sat down on the ground, closing his eyes.

Chris finally emerged. "Hellooo campers! I trust you had a pleasant sleep?"

Tristan nodded, "Yeah, all four hours were like magic."

"Good! For today's challenge, Chef will be teaching you the basics behind the classic game of Capture the Flag!"

David yawns, "AH? Capture the who-what?"

Chef kicks the doors of the mess hall open.

"Edward turns to Morgan, "He really likes doing that."

Chef spots David sitting on the ground, and charges over. He scoops David up wih his great fist, "Capture the Flag MAGGOT! Now stand up straight an shut yer face!!"

David was, for the first time in years, fully awake. His eyes twitched nigh uncontrollably as he battled to keep them open.

Chef eyeballs the 21 campers standing in front of him, rolls his eyes, and mumbles to him self. "Okay, Maggots. Today you will be learning the tactics behind Capture the Flag. You may think this is a game," he turns to the campers, "but your WRONG!" Chef points an intimidating finger to Hannah, who cowers in fear. "Capture the Flag is as merciless as war itself. During the challenge, you will need cunning, speed, and team work....or you won't make it out alive," Chef chuckles to himself, and lets Chris retake command.

Hannah looks to Zuma shyly, "He--he's kidding, right?"

Zuma rolls her eyes and frowns, "Don't worry, he's just blowing smoke."

Chris hands out belts to each of the teams, "Look campers, these," he holds up a belt, "are your belts, when you are in enemy territory and your belt gets pulled, you are eliminated from the challenge. Your belt cannot be pulled in your own territory. Each team will have one person guarding their flag. The first team to capture the opposing team's flag and bring it over the line wins!"

The Foxes and Ducks fasten their belts on.

Rachael turns to her team, "Okay, who's guarding our flag?"

Chris wags his finger, "Not sooo fast, my dear. Chef and I have already decide the guards for each team!"

Parker shakes his head, "Aw crap."

Chris pulls a peice of paper from his shirt pocket, "Guarding for the Ducks is....Morgan! And for the Foxes....David!"

The other ten foxes turn around to David, who has once again nodded off on the ground.

"Oh, and by the way, Foxes have to sit one person out."

After a few seconds of arguing, Andrew volunteers to sit out. Francine waves to him as he heads for the sideline, "Take care, 'Drew!" She sighs, and rubs her eyes.

Tristan walks by, and shakes his head, "You do know you'll see him after the challenge, right?"

Francine turns her head to the sky, throwing up her hands, "Parting is such sweet sorrow!"

"Yeah, sure it is," Tristan keeps walking.

Chris leads the campers to the woods, "Foxes, you'll be covering the right side, Ducks on the left. Guards, walk back into the wood, and you'll find a clearing will several traffic cones surrounding your flag."

Morgan walked up to Hannah, "Hey. You do know your team only won the last challenge because he cheated," he point out Tristan.

Hannah does not look him in the eyes, and replies quietly, "Chris never said it was against the rules..."

Morgan scoffs, "Well, if your team didn't need to cheat to win, surely you'll win again, no problem?"

Morgan walks back into the woods as Hannah's eyes begin to tear. Quinn raises her arm, beckoning the Foxes to gather around.

"Okay, here's what we'll do, four of us will go into their territory, five will stay on our side. Charlie, Laura, Tristan, Wendy, and myself will stay behind."

The team nods in agreement, and raise their hands in a cheer, "Go Foxes!"

Meanwhile, The Ducks listen to Rachael's strategy. "Alright, listen up. four of us will stay behind, five will head over the line. Victoria, Edward, Reese, and Nicole, you stay behind."

Chris blows his whistle, and the challenge begins. Zuma leads her team single-file throught the brush, "Stay close, stay low, stay quiet."

Rachael surveys the horizon, seeing no sign of movement, she command her team, "Okay, lets move out! Shannon, Jessica, and Parker, take the west side, Kevin, and I will take the east."

Zuma's group stops near the edge of the clearing, seeing three Ducks moving toward them. "What's the plan?" Steven turns to Zuma.

"When those three get close enough, and I say "now", scatter," Steven and Hannah nod, but Francine is looking out to the sidelines.

"Do you think Andrew's okay?"

Hannah lays her hand sympathetically on Francine's shoulder, "I'm sure he's fine," she nearly whispers.

"Enough talking," Zuma urges them to quiet down.

Jessica holds a ribbon in hand, and wraps it around her index finger, unravels it, and repeats.

Parker sighs and rolls his eyes.

Rachael and Kevin have already entered the woods, opposite Zuma's group, on the Foxes side, Quinn spots Kevin trip and fall.

"Get ready, everyone. They're almost here."

Back on the Ducks's side, Zuma watches the approaching Ducks intently.

"Okay guys.......Now!"

Zuma leaps from the bushes, Parker's eyes widen, and he falls over in shock. Steven, Hannah and Francine follow closely.

Parker springs to his feet, "Jessica, Shannon! into the woods!"

Shannon grimaces at the dirt, "What about them?"

Parker races into the woods, shouting behind, "Thats what the others are for!!"

Seeing the Foxes storm to the clearing, Reese charges like a bull.

"Here he comes! Scatter!" Zuma leaps to the left, Steven to the right, Hannah to the left. Francine is watching the sideline, and notices Reese to quickly. Before she can react, Reese strike, ripping her flag away.

Zuma growls, "Here comes another!"

Edward zigzags around, and dives for Zuma's legs. She leaps into the air, Edward flies underneath and knocks Steven to the ground. Hannah slows to help him, but notices Edward picking himself up. Edward puts his foot on Steven's back, and rips his belt off.

Across the woods, Parker's group zooms out of the forest in atriangle formation. Quinn shouts out, and the Foxes circle around them.

"No where to go, Duckies," Charlie laughs.

"Yep, you got us," Parker snaps his fingers, and glances to the side. Kevin and Rachael sneak into the territory and race to the flag. Quinn whips her head around, spotting the intruders.

"Tristan! Go after them!"

Tristan sprints after the trespassers, in the background the capture Ducks are stripped of their belts. Kevin pants, "Ra--Rachael...I--I can't keep running.."

"Oh yes you can!!" She spat. Kevin falls to the ground, exhausted.

"USELESS!!"

Without stopping, Tristan reaches down and releives Kevin of his belt, still in hot pursuit of Rachael.

Zuma and Hannah charge and blast their way towards the flag, Nicole pops in from the side.

"Hi! I'm Nicole! Sorry, but I have to take you out!" She runs alongside Zuma, mimicking ever zig and zag she makes. Finally she lashes out, pulling away Zuma's belt. Zuma slows to a stumble, and looks down in dispair. Steven and Francine walks up beside her.

"It's all up to Hannah..." Steven sighs.

Hannah closes in on the flag, Morgan starring her down.

"Where's Victoria?" He says quietly, before spotting her picking some berries. Morgan shakes his head, and redirects his attention back to Hannah.

"So you think you can win? HA! You don't have a chance!" Hannha enters the cone perimeter, Morgan whips his hand out, and misses. Hannah drops to the ground and rolls behind him, grabbing the flag in the process. Morgan regroups and throws out his hand again, Hannah twists and avoids it once again. Morgan cries out in fustration as Hannah zips her way back acrosss the field, Morgan shout sout behind her,

"You can't win!! YOU CAN"T WIN!!!"

Nicole rushes her, but Hannah spins out of the way.

"Go Hannah! GO!!" Her fallen teammates call to her.

Rachael reaches the flag, and finds David to be asleep on the ground.

"Like taking candy from an idiot," she smirks. Taking the flag, she catapults herself back into the clearing, the eliminated Kevin runs towards her,

"Watch out!"

Tristan races forward. Rachael skids to a stop, and flings her boots at Tristan, knocking him between the eyes. Rachael cackles and throws up the "L for Loser" sign as Tristan crumbles to his knees crosseyed. Rachael beelines for the line, on the opposite side Hannah does the same.

Reese charges for Hannah, Quinn, Charlie, Wendy and Laura scramble for Rachael. Each girl is inches from the line, Reese grabs at Hannah's belt, Laura claws for Rachael as both jump for the ine.

Hannah and Rachael come crashing to the ground, panting. Dazed, the girls raise themselves, and look down.......Hannah's belt is gone.

"We win." Rachael looks to Laura, who had missed her belt by mere centimeters.

Chris walks onto the field. "Soaring Ducks, congrats on your first win! Foxes, congrat on you first loss," Chris smiles.

Francine, Steven and Zuma make their way to the rest of the team. "We lost..." Francine gasps, a single tear forms in her eye.

"In no small part to you!" Zuma glares, "You and your distractions!"

Morgan strolls over to Hannah, and whispers in her ear, "Told you so..."

Steven checks the crowd, "Hey, anyone seen David?"

The Bonfire-

Chris walks infront of the campfire, a plate of ten marshmellows in hand. "Raging Foxes.....I only have ten marshmellow with me tonight. You know what happens if you do not receive your marshmellow, you must walk the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave Total Drama Island for good,"

The campers all look nervous, none sure of who will be leaving.

Chris picks up a marshmellow, "The first marshmellow of the night goes to......Hannah,"

Hannah, eyes watering, takes her marshmellow.

"Next is....Zuma. Steven, Quinn, come get your marshmellows. Campers, there are only six marshmellows left on the plate..."

The seven Foxes stare intently at the plate.

"Only six bits of delicious safety left," he picks up a marshmellow, "And the next one goes to Charlie....Tristan. Wendy and Laura, you are also safe."

Francine and Andrew look to each other concerned. David has fallen asleep on his stump.

"Andrew,"

Andrew picks up his marshmellow, his eyes never breaking his gaze on Francine.

"Francine...you really let your team down. David, you fell asleep....again. The final marshmellow of the night goes to................................."

Francine's eyes begin filling with red-hot tears, David starts to snore.

"Francine."

Francine leaps to her feet, "How cruel the wait can be! God as my witness, I will never be distracted again!"

"Oh yeah, that's beleivable." Tristan says under his breath.

Chris turns to David, "Sorry bro, looks like your out."

David doesn't move. Chris sighs, "They always want go the hard way...oh Chef!"

Chef emerges from the shadow, and slings David over his shoulder. Chef reaches the Boat of Losers, and chucks David to the floor. The Boat sails away, David still asleep, unaware he has been eliminated.

Chris turns to the ten remaining Foxes, "You are all safe......for now....," he looks to the camera, "Join us next time on Total Drama Island for the most dramatic Campfire Ceremony yet!"

Chapter Four: "Come Sail Away"
Chris walks into the middle of the campground, megaphone in hand.

"Atteeeeention, Camper! Meet at the campfire pit in ten for the next challenge! McLean, out!"

Amidst the morning dew and newly bloomed flowers, twenty campers drag forty feet through the dirt.

"AH! My shoes!" Shannon yelps, and sprays cleanser onto her mucked up shoes.

"Uh...get over it." Edward pushes past her.

Jessica walks past, tying knots with little bits of string, "Yeah, they're just shoes.."

Chris blows his whistle, "Alright campers, today's challenge is...," Chris swing's his arm around, his finger pointing towards the beach, which has become littered with driftwood and ropes, "building your own boat, and sailing it!"

Quinn walks over to the materials layed out, "We're suppose to make a boat...with this?" She holds up barnacle-peppered plank of driftwood.

"That's right. Now, you all have three hours to build your boat before the second part, sailing!"

The Soaring Ducks circle Rachael, who begins barking orders.

"Reese, I want your to collect all the planks you can carry! Parker and Jessica, collect rope! Shannon, clear a place in the sand!"

Parker sneers at Rachael and walks up to her. In a near whisper, he warns her, "You know, if you keep this up, this whole Dictatorship thing you've got going, the team just might turn on you the next time we loose."

Rachael shoves him aside, "Go get the rope."

Parker shrugs and walks over to Jessica, who has begun knotting the ropes around her wrist.

"What are you doing? Don't tie them yet!"

Jessica doesn't look up, "I--I can't stop, I've got to knot them...must knot ropes..."

Parker yanks the ropes away from her, "Go play in the sand or something."

Shannon stays where she is, "I CANNOT touch the dirt."

Rachael swings her head around, "Oh, you'll touch it, you'll touch it or else!"

"Make me."

On the Fox team, Quinn looks doubtfully at the lackluster items scattered about the shoreline. "Anyone have any ideas?"

Charlie smiles, "So, our fearless leader has finally lost her nerve?"

Quinn chucks a handful of seashells at him.

"Easy, Babe, I happen to be a raft building expert. Built 'em all the time back home."

Tristan picks up a broken plank, "Whoopy-freakin'-do, yeah I'm real impressed."

Charlie ignores him and assumes control of the team, "Alright lets see...youse guys," he points to Steven and Andrew, "collect all the boards you can find that look to be in good shape, if you even have a doubt that it's good enough, leave it. And as for you," he gestures towards Wendy and Francine, "you, my darlings, can go collect rope."

The four leave to go to there assigned duties. "What about the rest of us?" Quinn frowns.

"Hang on, I'm working on it. Okay....Jockstrap and Vampie Chick, you two go smooth out a place to set the materials down, clear away any shells and crap like that," Tristan and Zuma walk away grumbling, "Little Miss Attitude and the Mute can go see what the other team is up to."

Laura made a rather unpleasent hand gesture as she and Hannah departed.

"What about us?" Quinn asked.

Charlie beckoned with his hand, "Step inside, walk this way, you and me Babe, Hey! Hey!"

"What are you talking about?" Quinn was slightly annoyed.

"C'mon, I'll show you the building plans." Charlie began drawing in the sand.

The Ducks had collected all the rope, Reese was lumbering along with a mammoth stack of planks in his arms.

"Atta boy, bring 'em home big guy!" Morgan called out.

Reese approached a slight incline, the sand shifted under his feet, the towering figure began to crumble. Reese fell backwards with alarming speed, the planks crashing like fallen tree....right onto Kevin.

The Ducks starred with disbelief at the carnage layed out before them, Reese lay grasping at his ankle, and all they could make of Kevin was a single twitching leg poking through a forest of lumber.

Rachael exploded. "Well thats just GREAT!! SON OF A--"

Andrew and Steven looked to each other while they collected planks.

"So, yoo trin' ta geyt thayt Wendee gurl?" Andrew finally asked. (So, you trying to get that Wendy girl?)

"Huh? What do you mean?" Steven tried to avoid the question.

"Don't play stoopid, suhn," Andrew responded a little amused. (Don't play stupid, son)

"Yeah, well what about you and the spazz over there?"

"Heya! She iz nawt a spayz!" (Hey, she is not a spazz), "Ayd I'm doin' betta with ma gal thayn you ah," Andrew frowned. (And I'm doing better with my girl than you are)

"We'll see there, Tex." Steven begins speed-grabbing driftwood planks, Andrew does likewise.

Rachael paced frantically, kicking up sand and swearing like a sailor.

"Reese. I..want you...to get up right now, and pick up every plank you dropped."

"Arg...I think my ankle's sprained.."

"I don't care if your ankle's broken! Get Up!" She kicked a mound of sand at him.

"Hey c'mon, lay off the guy.." Parker steps between them, "Wouldn't wan tto insult our strongest player."

"I'M our strongest player! And another thing--what is she doing?"

Rachael looks over to Jessica, who is swiftly tying all of the planks together. In moments a raft lay infront of them.

The Foxes had collected they're materials and cleared a place to begin building, Steven and Andrew were having a small arguement over who collected more driftwood, when Hannah and Laura came racing over the dunes.

"They've got their raft done!" Laura shouted.

"We've gotta work fast then, okay everyone, here's how it's gunna go down....."

The Foxes completed their raft right as Chris blew his whistle, signifying time was up.

"Okay campers, I will now judge the boats, there will be points awarded for first done and best looking!" Chris glanced at both rafts.

"We were done first, Chris!" Nicole shous out happily.

"I see, well the Foxes definatley have a better raft, but...."

"But what?" Charlie said, feeling a need to defend his work.

"I said build a boat, these are both rafts, so no points will be awarded to either team," Chris smiled, "Which means the sailing part of the challenge will be our tie-breaker! Now, each team decide who will sail your raft out onto the lake, which ever fares better will win invincibility for the night."

"Since just about everyone has already contributed to our raft, I will sail it." Rachael steps forward.

"I'll sail for the Foxes!" Steven stands up, Wendy smiles at him.

"Iye shoud geyt ta sail, ma frieynd," Andrew challenges. (I should get to sail, my friend)

"He did sit out the last challenge," Wendy suggests.

"Then it's settled," Quinn agrees.

Andrew smiles as Steven droops his head.

"Alright campers, three....two...one...GO!"

Both Rachael and Andrew pushed their rafts into the lake.

Boths rafts had an excellent starts, but Andrew's began taking a clear lead.

"I'm not loosing another challenge!" Rachael got on her knees and began paddling out, causing the raft to begin treading a small amount of water.

From the shore, Parker called out, "It's not a race! No! No you, idiot!"

It was too late, The Duck raft began sinking.

"No! NO!"

Rachael submerged.

"Foxes win! Foxes win!" Chris shouted, "Ducks, I'll see you at the Bonfire tonight!"

The Campfire Ceremony

"Soaring Ducks....What happened out there?"

"I don't know, Chris, there are so many people to blame.." Rachael glanced at her team.

"Campers, I only have nine marshmellows on this plate, which means one of you will be going home tonight...and you can't come back....EV-ER..."

"The first marshmellow goes to....Jessica. Morgan and Nicole, you are also safe."

"There are only Six marshmellows left, and this one's for Kevin." Kevin limped his way over to the plate, grabbed his marshmellow, and collasped.

"Rachael, come get your marshmellow. Victoria, this one's for you. Edward, well done."

Reese and Shannon sat nervously, eyeing the plate of marshmellows, Parker looked irritated.

"Why am I still here? I helped as much as anyone." He spoke out.

"Hmm...it's funny how things turn sometimes, isn't it?" Rachael said from the sidelines.

Parker glared at her.

"Here you go dude," Chris tossed him a marshmellow.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he spat as he made his way behind Rachael.

"Shannon....Reese, this is the Final Marshmellow of the evening.....Shannon, I hear you caused some problems."

"I didn't want to touch the sand! It's dirty!"

Chris raised his eyebrow, "Yeah....Reese, that ankle looks pretty bad...might slow your team down in the future....."

Reese lowered his gaze.

"The Final Marshmellow goes to......................................."

".................................................."

"Reese"

Reese smiled, and walked to the plate, ignoring the burning pain his weight caused his ankle to put out.

"Shannon, it's time to catch the Boat of Losers!"

Shannon, gloomily, made her way down the dock to the Boat of Losers. She took a cloth from her fanny pack and placed it n the seat before sitting down, and sailing away.

"There you have it, folks! Another camper rides off into the night on the Boat of Losers! Join us next time on Total......Drama......Island!"

Chapter Five: "Sitting Ducks....and Foxes"
The campers assemble themselves outside, as they had been called there by Chris moments ago, and stare at a large object shrouded by curtain.

"Attention Campers, the brand new Confession Cam has just arrived!" Chris lifted the curtain.

"New? Why didn't we just use the....old...one..." Zuma began to question, but quickly remembered what had happened to it.

"Alright, you all have time to use the Confessional before the start of the next challenge," Chris announced.

--Confessional-- "So I've been thinking about what Parker said to me the other day, and as much as I hate to admit it, he's right," Rachael grimaced, "Which is why I've decided to form an alliance. The only problem is with who? Victoria is too....useless, Kevin's not strong enough a player, Jessica is too weird, Nicole's way more happy than see needs to be, and I despise Parker too much to let him in...Reese is pretty useless right now too.....which just leaves Morgan and Edward." --Confessional--

--Confessional-- "So, me and Andrew have decided to end our little rivalry," Steven steps into the Confession Cam, "And instead, we're going to help each other out, I'll try and help him out with Francine, and he'll talk to Wendy for me." --Confessional--

The campers all take their turns, trying out the Cam, giving thoughts on teammates and who they wanted to leave next. Chris informs the teams of their next challenge.

"Okay campers, the next two challenges wil involve the mysterious....deadly...Boney Island!!" Chris wiggled his fingers dramatically and made "ghostly" moans, drawing unimpressed stares from most of the campers, minus Kevin, who whimpered in fear. Chris pointed to some beached canoes, "Since your rafts both sucked, you'll have to camp's canoes. Your challenge for today is to paddle across the lake to Boney Island, the first team to have a player reach the island first wins invincibility. So, everybody partner up!"

Rachael walks up to Edward and Morgan, who had aready paired up, "Hey guys, so I was thinking.....we should form an alliance. What do you think?"

"An alliance? Are you high?" Edward sneers, Morgan laughs.

"Look, our team isn't exactly doing so well right now, and the way I look at it, the three of us aren't exactly the most popular ones here, so we should look out for each other."

"She has a point, dude," Morgan turns to Edward, "Being in an alliance doesn't mean we have to like her, and when we get to the Final Ten, we can always dump her..." he whispers. Edward nods.

"Agreed."

Rachael, Morgan, and Edward pick up a canoe and position it it the water.

Andrew and Steven nod to each other, Andrew walks up to Wendy, Steven to Francine.

"Wendee, would yoo lyke to pahtnuh uhp?" Andrew asks. (Wendy, would you like to partner up?)

Wendy looks over to Steven, who is approaching Francine, frowns momentarily, and smiles at Andrew.

"Sure Andrew, why not?"

--Confessional--Wendy steps in, "Andrew is a really nice guy, but sometimes I think he needs subtitles.."--Confessional--

Steven taps Francine on the shoulder, "Hey Francine, would you like to patner up?"

Francine looks longingly at Andrew, and replies, "Alas! Bitter Fate has cast a downpour upon this day.....I accept," she drops her head.

--Confessional--Steven enters, "Francine's a nice girl and all, but sometimes I wish there were subtitles for her...."--Confessional--

The campers paired off, the Foxes paired as Andrew and Wendy, Steven and Francine, Laura, Zuma, and Tristan,and finally Quinn, Charlie and Hannah. The Ducks paired off into Kevin, Reese, and Nicole, Jessica, Parker, and Victoria, Morgan, Rachael and Edward.

The campers held their canoes anxiously, waiting for Chris to blow his whistle.

"Alright campers, before you paddle out, I should warn you..." He is interrupted by Edward, who shouts out,

"Just start the frickin' challenge already!"

"Fine...no warning then.." Chris blows his whistle, and the campers heave themselves onto the lake.

Chris turns to the camera, "I was trying to tell them that we stocked part of the lake with a few mild underwater explosives, but they'll find out eventually." He chuckles.

The lake's placidity is momentarily broken by strokes of canoe paddles. On the Fox side, Steven is talking to Francine,

"So you know Francine, Andrew may have had his eye on you..." he says smoothly.

Francine whips her paddle out of the water and holds it firmly at Steven's neck, "Wretched soothsayer! Do you not wish to make it to seventeen?"

"Whoa, whoa whoa!! Hey, I'm not lying...," Steven slowly pushes the paddle away.

"Then why is it that he is with that harlet and not with moi?" (me)

Steven narrows his eyes, "She isn't a harlet. Andrew's just a little nervous, that's all...he wanted me to talk to you..."

Francine smiled, and batted her eyes, looking over at Andrew.

Chris looks out through a pair of binoculars, "Okay, this is getting boring," he takes out a remote device, and smiles sadistically.

Back on the lake, Quinn is putting Charlie, who just called her bright eyes, into a headlock, when suddenly and explosion goes off right next to their canoe, knocking both of them, and Hannah into the water.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!?!?" Kevin shouts from the Duck side.

Rachael looks back angrily at the shoreline, "Chris..." she says through gritted teeth.

Two more explosions go off, sending walls of foam and water crashing at the campers. Another explosion manages to take out Rachael's canoe. She bursts out of the water, screaming with anger. Morgan and Edward emerge quietly.

The remaining campers frantically paddle to the shore...BOOM, another explosion goes off, eliminating Steven and Francine from the challenge. Andrew and Wendy soon follow.

The canoe holding Reese and his group gain a slight lead, with all the other canoes closly following.

"Oh! Watch this! This is my favorite part! We rigged the last stretch of the lake with a minefield!" Chris reaches for the plunger, and shoves it down, sending wave after wave of white water and smoke barrelling to the shores of both islands. The smoke clears, revealing only two canoes, one Duck and one Fox.

The Fox's last hope rested on Zuma, who was the only one of them not thrown out of her canoe during the explosion. The Ducks had Victoria to count on.

Zuma looked around dazed, and finally spotted her paddle. Grabbing it, she began propelling herself to the shoreline.

"Victoria! Get you butt moving!" Rachael shouted out.

Victoria grabs a nearby paddle, and begins paddling...in the wrong direction.

"No! No, you fool! The other way!!" several members of her team call out. Reese swims over, and, grabbing the hull of the canoe, shoves it with all his might towards Boney Island's shore. But, despite his effort, Zuma touchs the beach first.

Moments later, Chris pulls up in a speedboat, "The Raging Foxes are the winners! Soaring Ducks, you'll be sending someone home tonight....again. Now, all of you in the water, swim to Boney Island, you'll get your second challenge tomorrow.

Rachael, Morgan and Edward meet together.

"We're voting out Reese tonight." Rachael sneers, and begins to walk away.

"Hang on Rachael, Reese didn't do anything...I think we should vote out Victoria, after all, she lost us the challenge." Morgan suggests.

Rachael thinks for a moment, and finally replies, "Vote for whoever you want to tonight, it doesn't matter this time," she heads off to the bonfire, "I know exactly who I'm voting for."

The rest of the Ducks, except for Victoria, who has gotten herself stuck in an outhouse, gather around Parker.

"Listen everyone, we have to vote off Rachael," he puts forward, "If we don't, she just might end up as another Heather and monopolize the whole game."

"I don't know, Victoria did cost us the challenge, and she hasn't been very helpful at all this whole game..," Jessica says, while twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

Parker walks over to Reese, "Look, Reese, Rachael's got it in for you...you might be safe for now, but if she forms an alliance, when the team starts thinning out...."

The rest of the Ducks give unsure looks.

--Confessional--Reese limps in, "Parker's right...if she gets an alliance going...I'm as good as gone..."--Confessional--

--The Campfire Ceremony--

"Campers, you've already cast your votes and made your decisions...the camper who does not receive a marshmellow must immediately walk the the Dock---um, I forgot that that's back at camp....lets see....the Sand Path of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and get the heck out of here already! The first marshmellow goes to Parker."

Chris tosses Parker his marshmellow.

Chris looks at the Ducks infront of him, "Nicole, Edward, and Morgan, you are also safe."

"Campers, there are only four marshmellows left on this plate, and the next one is for....Kevin. Jessica, come get your marshmellow."

Reese looked at the plate of marshmellows, and then to his team, who gloomily look back.

"Reese, you're safe," Chris hands him his marshmellow.

"The final marshmellow of the evening goes to...................................................."

"......................................................."

"..................Rachael."

Rachael pushes her way through her disapproving teammates and claims her marshmellow.

"Victoria, it's time to walk the Sand Path of Shame."

"What? Where am I going?"

"You've been---," Chris stops, takes a quarter out of his pocket, and tosses it into the the Boat of Losers.

"Wow! Did you guys see that firefly!? I'll see if I can catch it!" Victoria leaps into the Boat, which pulls away from the shore.

"Well, that wraps that up, Join us next time on Total.....Drama.....Island!"

Meanwhile, as the campers are walking away from the bonfire, Parker walks up to Rachael, "You might have been safe tonight, but I'm not about to let you puppeteer your way to the finals..." and walks away just as quickly as he'd come.

Rachael smiles as Parker leaves, and calls out to Edward and Morgan, "Boys, come here, we need to discuss our next target..."

Chapter Six: "A Real Texas Rodeo, Muskoka Style"
It is early morning, Chris walks out of his trailer, and blows out through the megaphone, "Attention Camperino's, your second Boney Island challenge will begin in ten minutes, so be prepared to BRING--IT! McLean, out."

The ten remaining Foxes and eight remaining Ducks sluggishly stumble around Chris.

"Okay man, whatever the challenge is, it needs to wait about another three hours.." Charlie yawns.

Ignoring Charlie, and the bevy of accompanied grunts and groans, Chris explained the next challenge.

"Today's challenge....," Chris began as two interns dragged a large crate towards the campers, "is based on the classic Texas Rodeo. Our unpaid interns have spent the last week stalking and, eventually capturing the wild, and incredibly deadly wooly beaver! I am now obligated to hold a moment of silence for the interns that are no longer with us..."

Hannah turns to Laura, "He...he's kidding, right?"

"Okay, moment over! To win today's challenge, you will need strength, endurance, balance, and probably a few ice packs afterwards, because today you will be riding the captured wooley beaver! Isn't that exciting campers? The camper who has the longest riding time without being thrown off the beaver wins team invincibility. Raging Foxes, you'll be riding first. And, if you'll notice, while you were sleeping the interns that weren't tradgically lost managed to build this nice little riding area! So I suggest you thank them...or not...I don't really care."

Quinn steps in front of her team, "Okay people, has anyone here ever been in a rodeo?" All eyes shift to Andrew.

"Whuht's evrbody lookin' at me for?" Andrew looks slightly confused. (What's everybody looking at me for?)

"Okay, Tex. Tell me you've been in a rodeo," Laura asks.

"Well, Ihm noht sure why evrbody keeps callin' me Tex, I'm from Alabama. I've neva ridin' a steer in ma life," Andrew shrugs. (Well, I'm not sure why everybody keeps calling me Tex, I'm from Alabama. I've never ridden a steer in my life)

Tristan laughs sarcastically, "Oh, Alabama? That's just awesome. Real freaking awesome. Wait! Let me guess! Your accent's fake too!"

Quinn steps between them, "Okay that's enough Tristan."

Charlie smiles, "You know dollface, I've been the rodeo champion two years runnin' back in my town,"

Quinn sighs, relieved, "Phew...thats good. Oh, and don't call me dollface, or you'll loose your's."

"Foxes, it's time to ride!" Chris says, now wearing a cowboy hat that he seems to have pulled out of thin air.

"Get up there, Charlie." Zuma nudges him.

"Hey, how about a little shock and awe? You know, let you guys go first before i blow 'em out of the water?"

Tristan sighs, "Oh whatever...just somebody get up there.."

That someone was Steven.

Steven mounted the wooley beaver................"GO!" Chris shouted, and the beaver was released. The beaver bucked wildly, sending a wide-eyed Steven hurling across the beach. Wendy rushed over to him.

"Steven...?" he groaned to let her know he was still alive.

"Three seconds....not bad." Chris stops the timer.

The next to step up was Hannah, who quietly mounted the beaver. The beaver kicked and jumped, eventually sending Hannah into a bank of sand.

"Five seconds is now the time to beat," Chris announces.

Francine, Wendy, and Tristan followed, and each were hurled off in an embarrassingly short amoun tof time.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous...." Quinn began pulling on her hair.

Zuma and Andrew both tried....and failed miserably.

"Okay, I'm going in now. I've seen bulls on the Discovery Channel....why should beavers be any different?' Quinn gulped as she mounted the fury-filled beast. The beaver shook crazily, but Quinn remained steady.

"Two seconds....three.." Chris counted.

"Way to go, dollface!" Charlie shouted out.

Quinn accidentally let go of the rein to shake her fist at Charlie, "Don't call me---Whoa!" Quinn was launched into the sand.

"Oooh....four point nine, nine, nine seconds..." Chris chuckles.

"Okay Charlie," Quinn spat, clearly out of patience, "Get on the animal."

Charlie looks nervous,but mounts the wooley beaver. In one mere second, he is sent screaming face-first into the ground. The other Foxes slowly gather around him. Tristan pokes him with a stick, and Charlie lets out a low, sad whimper.

"He's fine." Tristan drops the stick onto Charlie's huddled body, and walks away.

Laura, the last standing Fox, slowly and quietly mounts the creature. The beaver thrashes and kicks wildly, eyes filling with rage. It leaps across the pen, whipping around fiercely, finally, Laura is toppled. The Ducks and Foxes listen intently for the time.

"At seven seconds, Laura has the highest time! Ducks, one of you has to beat that...or it's back at the bonfire for you..."

Parker steps ahead of his team, "Okay, here's what I say we do..." Rachael shoves him aside.

"No one gives a care what you think, Parker. Watch, I'll beat seven seconds easy."

Rachael hops up onto the beaver, who immediatley flings her down.

Chris laughs, "Wow...half a second...that's real impressive, Rachael,"

"Go take a long walk off a short cliff.." Rachael mutters.

Edward and Morgan do just as well as Rachael. Kevin shakily climbs up onto the beast, and after two seconds, is flung onto a birds nest.

"Hehe...I'm...I'm okay...I'M OKAY!" Kevin declares triumphantly....just as some large, sharp-fanged geese swoop down, surround him, and attack. Kevin's muffled screams die out in the anticipation of the next rider, Nicole.

"Well hi there, Mr. Beaver! I'm Nicole! I sure hope you don't mind me riding on your back for a sec!"

True to her word, Nicole lasted only one second.

Jessica was next, and managed to make it to four second before letting go of the rein to compulsively twirl her hair strand around her finger.

Parker and Reese remained.

"Okay Reese, it's up to you and me now...." Parker hesitantly walks up to the hateful animal, and mounts it. However, Parker joins the ranks of the many campers effortlessly thrown to the ground.

"Crap."

Reese looks to his teammates, who all, except for Rachael, look concerned at his ankle. Reese steps up...and lifts himself painfully onto the beaver.

The beaver shakes wildly, but Reese's great arms hold him firmly in place.

"Five.....Six...." Chris counts off.

The beaver charges the side of the pen, and stops abruptly, catapulting Reese foward. Reese spins in the air, and lands on his feet. A shot of pain from his reinjured ankle brings him crumpling to the ground. His team, minus Rachael, rush to his aid.

"It's okay, Big Guy," Nicole says cheerfully, "You did your best!"

Chris shakes his head, "I can't believe I'm saying this but......Raging Foxes.....you loose."

Quinn rushes over to Chris, and grabs at his shirt, "What? What do you mean we lost?"

Chris smiles, "Reese got eight and a half seconds, more than enough to win the challenge!"

Quinn drops to her knees.

"Soaring Ducks, the interns will take you back to Camp. Raging Foxes, you will be spending the night on Boney Island, right after you vote someone off."

The Foxes eye Charlie, "What happened to two year champ?" Zuma frowns.

"Okay, so maybe I stretched the truth a little bit...but Quinn let go and eliminated herself just because I encouraged her!" Charlie defended himself.

The Foxes, bar Charlie and Quinn, walked off.

--Campfire Ceremony--

"Campers, there are only nine marshmellows on this plate...and there are ten campers in front of me...one of you has spent your last day in the competition..."

"The first marshmellow goes to......Laura! Next I have marshmellows for Francine and Andrew."

Andrew and Francine look happily to each other, and walk up to claim their marshmellows.

"Zuma is also safe.....Tristan....Wendy.......Hannah.......Steven,"

Charlie and Quinn stare at the plate, Quinn with anger, Charlie with fear.

"Campers...this is the final marshmellow of the evening. Whichever one of you does not recieve it must walk the Sand Path of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers.....and leave. And you can never come back......ever..."

"The Final Marshmellow goes to...................................................................."

"........................................."

"Quinn,"

Quinn, visibly irritated, walks up and snatches her marshmellow. Charlie slowly shambles down the Sand Path of Shame....a single tear beings to form in his eye. He boards the Boat, and sails away.

"There you have it folks! There are only seventeen campers remaining in the game! Who will be next? Find out next time on, Total.......Drama....Island!"

--Confessional-- Quinn, angrily enters, "If they think I'm going down, they're got another thing coming. It was all Charlie's fault that I lost the challenge, and now that he's gone...I'll have no more foolish distractions...watch and see for yourselves...." --Confessional---

This chapter is dedicated in loving memory of Catzilla (2004? - July 14, 2009)

Chapter Seven: "How the Mighty Have Fallen..."
Chris is standing next to a white water rapid filled river, with two deflated rafts laying on the ground, one red, one green.

"Hello, and welcome to Total Drama Island! I'm your host, Chris McLean, but you all already know that. What you don't know is that our seventeen remaining contestants will be competing in a river rafting challenge! And here come our lucky campers now!"

The camera pans to a group of groggy and disgruntled teens slowly edging their way to the river.

"Chris, why are these challenges always so early?" Reese asks, yawning.

"That's simple, Reese my man, I don't want to miss my afternoon stories," Chris smiles. "And now, in case you haven;t figured it out, today's challenge is white water rafting! The team who manages to stay afloat the longest wins invincibility. The losers will be sending someone home. Now, inflate your rafts, and on my mark, push off into the river."

The Ducks grab the green raft, and the Foxes take the red raft. Reese begins heaving powerful lung-fulls into the raft, Andrew does likewise for the Foxes. Soon Reese has easily filled his team's raft, but Andrew collaspes.

"Cayn't breathe...." he gasps. (Can't breathe)

"Hey, I understood him that time," Tristan chuckles, and is shoved aside by Francine who rushes to his aid.

"Andrew! My poor, Alabama born dear! Please, just one more word before you pass on to the next world!" She puts her arms around him.

Andrew leans up, and kisses her cheek. "Awl is ryght now thyt your heya, my," he pauses to cough violently, "Honeyblawsum." (All is right now that your here, my *violent cough*, Honeyblossom)

Rachael looks over disapprovingly.

--Confessional-- "If theres one thing I learned from watching Heather on this show, it's to eliminate at least one part of the couple. Couple could mean potential alliance, and my alliance is the only that's going to make it to the Final Ten if I have anything to do with it....and I do..." Rachael shifts her eyes. --Confessional--

By this time, Tristan finished inflating the Fox raft, "Hey! I hate to interupt the lovefest, I really do, but we've got a challenge to start."

"Right you are, Tristan," Chris pulled out his starting gun and fired off a shot.

Both teams scrambled to fit into their rafts, and finally managed to get out on the river.

--Confessional-- Quinn enters, "I decided that if I wanted to stay safe, I would have to reassume my position as leader of the team...but that won't be enough...I've got to go into overdrive if I want to win this..." --Confessional--

With both rafts making their way down the sprawling rapids, Quinn begins commanding her team.

"Laura, Hannah, Andrew, Francine, row in unison on the left side! Steven, Wendy, Zuma and Tristan, I want you four rowing in unison in alternate intervals with the left side group!"

"Did you catch any of that?" Laura whispers to Hannah.

"Who died and made you queen of the river? Pocohantas?" Tristan sneered.

Quinn raises an eyebrow, "Bite me, jock boy. And keep rowing."

--Confessional-- Tristan looks angrily into the camera, "What is with that chick? Lately it seems like shes turning into a Rachael clone more and more..." --Confessional--

--Confessional-- "Okay, so maybe it seems like I'm pushing a little much lately, but I've really got the team's best interest in mind, and I figure if I push them harder, they'll try harder, even if it's just to show me up. Well, except Tristan. I'm being hard on him on purpose...jerk," Quinn frowns. --Confessional--

Rachael surveys her team, "You pathetic bunch of Survivor rejects!" she bellows as a wave of water washes over the Ducks, slowly filling the raft. The Ducks and Foxes are in a near deadlock, each raft vigorously pushing through the rapids, and each slowly treading water.

The Fox raft hits a rock, sending the supervising Quinn into the rapids.

"Bite that, brainiac!" Tristan laughs.

Seeing Quinn topple into the water, Reese smiles, "That gives me an idea..." he turns around to Rachael, and shoves her into the water.

"REESE!!!! YOU ARE DEAD!!!!" Rachael spews as she makes her descent.

"People, we got problems," Edward points to a tear in the bottom of the raft. Nicole and Parker try in vain to control the intake of water.

Morgan, knowing that if he doesn't act quickly his team will loose, pulls his paddle out of the water, "Reese, I need you to break the tip of this," Reese complies. 'Okay everybody, who's ready to even the score to eight on eight?" Morgan shouts as he hurls the newly created spear at the bulk of the Fox raft.

The spear connects right on it's mark, sending a huge crash of air jetting from the side of the raft. The raft flies left and right, throwing up clouds of seaspray and mist, before finally coming to a soggy, quickly sinking end. The cries of the now submerging Foxes are soon drowned out by the Duck's victory cheers...and by the rapids that have now engulfed them.

Chris, in a helicopter, hovers over the river. "Ducks win again! Foxes, you, me, the bonfire...a plate of eight marshmellows...."

--Campfire Ceremony--

The remaining nine Foxes, all dripping with water and shivering, are silent as Chris walks foward holding a plate of marshmellows.

"Well, it seems the Ducks have negated your person advantage..." Chris teases. Angry glares prompt him to move on with the ceremony.

"Campers, you know how this works, one of you will not receive a marshmellow, and whoever that person may be, you must immediately walk the Sand Pa--um, Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and leave Total Drama Island for good....and you can never, EVER, come back. Seriously, I can't stress that enough. You will be gone for good. Now, I can see you are all wet and miserable, more so than usual, so I'll throw them to you tonight. Steven, Francine, Laura, and Zuma...you are safe."

The campers catch their marshmellow.

"Wendy and Hannah, you two are safe as well."

With three marshmellows remaining on the plate, Quinn, Andrew and Tristan begin to worry.

"Andrew," Chris begins, "That was quite the show today, and while you may have scored points with your gal, you obviously ticked off your team." Andrew gulps.

"Tristan...your kind of a jerk. And Quinn, you went slightly overboard with the whole leadership thing. The next marshmellow goes to.........Andrew."

Andrew lets out a sigh of relief, and Francine reaches over and hugs him tight.

"This is the Final Marshmellow of the evening, and it goes to..........................................."

".........................................."

"......................"

"Tristan."

"What? You voted me out!? But why? I was a leader! I was a team player!" Quinn shouts angrily.

"Oh? Let me guess....CIT?" Tristan smiles.

"This isn't the last of me! I'll be back! I'll take you down, Tristan! I'll take you down no matter what!" Quinn calls out as she sails off into the night.

"Man, does nobody listen when I say you can never come back? Anyway, that about wraps things up for this episode of Total.....Drama.....Island!"

Chapter Eight: "What Ever You Say...or Don't"
Chris wanders outside his glamourous trailer, trusty megaphone in hand. He walks to the middle of the camp where some interns are finishing a large plexiglass room.

"Attention remaining campers! Meet outside in ten!"

The campers wander out, annoyed with the constant early wake-ups. Wide-eyed, they stare at the room.

"This'll be oodles of fun." Tristan rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, as only Tristan does. He is about to make another smart comment, but Laura's elbow shuts him up.

"Listen up campers, we are only six people away from the merge, so stay frosty." Chris smiles.

"Really? Only six?" Tristan scoffs.

"Anywho," Chris ignores Tristan, as usual, "Today's challenge will take place inside the plexiglass room our unpayed interns have been constructing."

Several interns shamble away from the room, groaning. One collaspes, only to be picked up by a large eagle. The campers look on in dismay, but Chris pretends not to notice.

"Your challenge for today--" Chris begins

"Isn't someone gunna help that guy?" Morgan interrupts.

"Is a no talking contest!" Chris smiles, ignoring the camper's horrified expressions.

After serveral seconds of quiet, blank stares, Parker speaks up.

"Lame, dude. Very lame."

"Ah, but the winners not only get immunity, they also get a prize! And it's better than anything you could ever buy with $100,000!"

Most of the campers stare at Chris, their faces showing obvious disbelief, Kevin, however, jumps for joy.

"You hear that guys? Better than 100 Gs! You think it's a cure for bad luck? I really hope it is. I've tried eveything, lucky rabbit's feet keychains, dying my hair green, dressing up like an Irishman for Halloween..." Kevin stops after recieving several puzzled looks.

" Alrighty.....you have thirty seconds to get into the room and shut up before the challenge starts, talk and you're eliminated. Be the last one left not talking, and you win immunity....and the super special awesome reward! And remember, you may still use the confessional."

Both teams rush into the room.

--Confessional-- "Okay, so I know Tristan never shuts the heck up, but I'm feeling good about this. We've got Hannah. Girl's hardly said anything while she's been here. We've got this in the bag," Zuma smiles. --Confessional--

It has been 20 minutes since the start of the challenge, For the Foxes, Steven and Wendy are leaning against the wall next to each other, Zuma is painting tiny skulls on her nails, Laura and Tristan are armwrestling, Hannah sits by herself, and Francine is sitting in Andrew's lap, Andrew has his arms draped around her. For the Ducks, Edward and Morgan are having a hold-your-breath contest, with, quite obviously, both cheating, Parker is laying on his back, stroking his soul patch, Reese is doing push-ups, ignoring the discomfort his ankle causes, Nicole is waving at some birds outside the room, Jessica is twiddling her thumbs endlessly, and Rachael looks devilishly from Steven and Wendy, to Andrew and Francine.

--Confessional-- Rachael smiles fiendishly, "Some would call me evil, I prefer strategic. You just watch, by the Final Ten, I'll make sure no couple goes unsplit..." She continues to smile as the camera cuts out. --Confessional--

Laura and Tristan's armwrestle tips slightly in Tristan's favor, and soon, he has Laura's hand on the floor. Tristan chuckles, and Chris blasts an air horn.

"Sorry, dude, you're out."

"But I didn't say anything!" Tristan stands up.

"Ah, but you did just now!" Chris laughs and blows the air horn again as Tristan leaves the room.

Morgan and Edward stare each other tentatively in the eye, Edward punches Morgan in the stomach, who responds by tackling him.

"What the heck, jerkwad?" Morgan pulls Edward's arms behind his back.

"You were cheating, you goober!" Edward rolls over, throwing Morgan into the wall.

Chris walks in, "Boys, boys, I can settle this..." he blows the air horn in their face, "You both were cheating, and now, you're both eliminated."

Walking out of the room, Edward slugs Morgan in the arm.

"That leaves six Ducks, and seven Foxes!" Chris announces, "Congradulations for making the half-hour mark!"

--Confessional-- Parker sighs, rolls his eyes, and says with his usually lackluster tone, "I swear to God, Morgan and Edward are dumber than a sack a' hammers, or my name isn't Parker McFly." Parker points to himself with his thumb. --Confessional--

Outside, a blue jay zips it's way happily around the box, catching Nicole's attention.

"Hi Mr. Jay! I'm Nicole! Gosh, ya sure are pretty! I wish I had a camer--" Nicole is cut off by the sound of Chris air horn. She exits the room, and continues watching the bird outside.

If you are just joining us, we are now at the one hour mark, Andrew, Francine, Wendy, and Rachael have been eliminated since the half-hour mark. Andrew and Francine were eliminated when they began kissing, which I thought was rather creepy, and eliminated them for being too loud. Wendy was eliminated due to Zuma accidentally stepping on her hand as she walked by. Rachael ended up eliminatedting herself when she just couldn't stand Jessica twiddling her thumbs anymore," Chris smiles at the camera, "That leaves Steven, Zuma, Hannah, and Laura for the Foxes, and Jessica, Reese, Kevin and Parker for the mighty Ducks!"

Jessica, while twiddling her thumbs, spots a discarded rubberband laying on the floor of the room, she picks it up, and begins stretching it. Noticing this, Parker walks over to her and motions for her to give it to him. Jessica tries, but is unable to release the band. Parker slaps his forehead, and takes it from her. Jessica begins twitching momentarily before twiddling her thumbs again. Parker takes aim with the rubberband, and slingshots it across the room, directly into Laura's cheek.

"Hey! The crap was that!?" Laura marches over to Parker, who smiles triumphantly. "Oh, you ain't gunna be smilin' for...much......longer..." Laura brings her fist down slowly, realizing she has eliminated herself. With the air horn blowing, Laura leaves the room, grumbling under her breath, "Lousy Duck.."

Parker quickly recovers the rubberband, and fires it at Zuma, landing a hit to her neck. "Ah! Parker, you little..." her anger drowns in the call of the air horn.

--Confessional-- "Okay, the rubberband thing was a little underhanded, but hey, it's a Duck eat Fox world out there." Parker says in the confessional --Confessional--

"With Steven and Hannah the only remaining Foxes, the Ducks look confident," Chris whispers to the camera,

Parker snaps the rubberband off once more, hitting Steven, who lets out a small grunt of pain. The air horn lets him know that it was loud enough to disqualify him. As Parker retreives the rubberband for the final blow, he finds that it has broken. Throwing it down in fustration, he paces back and forth.

On the outside, Tristan looks into the room confidently, "See her, thats Hannah. Girl never says two friggin' words to nobody. We got this in the bag, Duckies."

After a few moments of pacing, Parker motions for Kevin to walk over to him. Kevin complies, walking briskly to Parker. Right before he stops, Kevin slips, sending a shoe hurling in the air.....directly into Hannah's face.

"Ouch! What the heck, kid! Did you just throw a freaking shoe at me!? Who throws a shoe at someone? My God...that really hurt you prick!" Hannah begins rubbing her face as Chris bellows out, "Ducks win! Ducks win!"

The Ducks, minus Rachael, pick Kevin up and carry him away, cheering and calling his name out.

"Foxes, I'll see you at the campfire ceremony...again."

--Campfire Ceremony--

Wendy, Francine, Andrew, Laura, Steven and Zuma all already have their marshmellows.

"Campers, this is the Final Marshmellow of the evening..."

Both Hannah and Tristan look annoyed, Tristan crosses his arms and refuses to look at anyone. Hannah rests her head in her hand.

"Which ever one of you does not recieve this marshmellow must immediatley walk down the Dock of Shame, to catch the Boat of Losers, and leave forever. That means exactly what it sounds like, you will not be coming back to Total Drama Island," Chris says, matter-of-factly.

"Oh come on, Chris. We all know two people are coming back right after the merge, we've all seen the show." Tristan sighs.

Chris immaturely makes a face at Tristan.

"The Final Marshmellow of the night goes to........................."

"...................................."

"Tristan."

Chris tosses the marshmellow to Tristan, who doesn't even attempt to catch it, as Hannah exits on the Boat of Losers, shouting various profanities.

"There you have it folks, another one rides the Boat off to some mysterious destination," Chris looks off into the distance.

"You mean Playa Des Losers?" Tristan says offscreen.

"Oh, like you would know," Chris frowns, "Anyway, join us next time on Total......Drama.....Island!"

Meanwhile, back at the Duck cabin, Chef Hatchet is unloading their reward in the form of a large wooden box. After tossing a crowbar on the floor, Chef departs.

"What do you think it is?" Kevin looks on eagerly as Morgan and Edward pry the box open. They all peer in...

"Twelve bottles of Chris McLean hair gel? CHRIS!!!!" Rachael chucks a bottle across the room as the camera fades out.

Chapter Nine: "Thats Really Lazy of You, Chris..."
The camera pans across the Duck's cabin, showing disgruntled expressions and broken hair gel bottles.

Rachael angrily notices the cameraman."What are you looking at?" she flings a handful of goop.

The rest of the Ducks sit huddled on the floor, except for Nicole, who is applying the gel and swinging her head wildly."Oh my gosh, guys, this is totally like, quality stuff!" she smiles as her hair refuses to budge, no matter how hard she shakes her head.

"So Reese, how's your ankle doing?" Jessica asks while stacking the bottles of Ode to McLean."Great! Doesn't even bother me anymore!" he lies, they smile.

Soon there is a faint knock on the door, Morgan answers. There, standing in the doorway, is the Raging Foxes."What do you noobs want?" he smirks.

"Nah-uh, did McSaggy-pants just call us noobs?" Tristan steps forward.

"Let it go, Tristan," Steven pulls him back, "We were just curious as to what that 'super amazing reward' was," he says sincerly.

"It....was hair gel. Ode to McLean," Parker tosses him a bottle, "You guys want to come in?"

Rachael springs to her feet, "Um, I think NOT. They're the competition, remember?" She snarls.

"We aren't competing right at this very moment, now are we?" Parker opens the door up, pushing Morgan out of the way so the Foxes could enter.

The campers space themselves out so they are in somewhat of a semi-circle, no one says anything for a few minutes.

Ever the go-getter, Nicole speaks up, "So whatcha guys wanna tak about?" she smiles, like always.

Her question is met with shrugs and empty stares."It's kinda funny, but this reminds me of the episode where the original guys all talked about their fears," Reese looks up in that reminicsing kind of way.

Kevins jumps, "Yeah, and didn't they totally record their answers and use them against everybody the next day?" He shivers and looks back and forth.

Jessica, who is poking her leg reflex, says without looking up, "Yeah, but would they really use the same challenge twice?" After a majority of nods and agreeable grumbles, the share-fest commences.

"My biggest fear has always been being left alone in strange places," Steven says, "like a deserted cabin on a lake or something creepy like that,"

"Smiley faces....," Zuma cringes, "anormal, repugnante blanco mira..." The other stare at her, confused. "They're freaky and stare at you," she says.

"Theya iz absolutley nothyin' scaria thyn hiehts..." Andrew curls up, Francine puts and arm around him. (There is absolutley nothing scarier than heights)

"Alas, my Alabama sweetheart, I must disagree....solitary confinment is my fear...alone, with nothing but the walls to comfort you.." Francine whimpers.

"Snakes," Laura frowns, a tad embarassed. Tristan lays somewhat of a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "Scorpions," he says."

"I'd hate to go blind..." Wendy closes her eyes, "I mean, not being able to see is bearable if it's voluntary, like when you sleep or something like that, but there would be so much to miss if couldn't bring it back," she opens her eyes, and sees Steven smiling. She smiles back.

--Confessional-- Rachael steps in, "What a bunch of morons....'Hey! Lets tell each other our fears!' Idiots. And their fears are so stupid...Reese has mice. Ha! Nicole has mean people...like, whatever. Edward has nice people. How are you afraid of nice people? Pathetic! Jessica fears not being able to move, Morgan has loosing, Kevin's afraid of thirteen...that's right, a number. Loser! Oh, but Parker's takes the cake. Mr. Whiny Soul Patch is is scared of the dark! What is he, four?" --Confessional--

"You're afraid of the dark?" Rachael bursts out laughing at Parker's recently revealed fear.

"And I suppose you aren't afraid of anything?" Parker counters."Um, of course I am. But I ain't telling." She smiles.

"Well, we don't have a challenge tomorrow, what do you guys want to talk about next?" Edward asks, surprisingly without any bad attitude behind his statement.

That night, the Ducks and Foxes bonded over their experiences on the island. At first, it was mostly the more outgoing ones, like Nicole and Francine, but soon even the more reserved and jerkish campers joined in. Surprisingly, even Rachael managed to share something without a hint of conflict. The campers all fell asleep right there in the Duck cabin, in that big semi-circle.

Early the next morning, Chris McLean, who had just searched the Fox cabin and found nobody, peers in through the window of the Duck cabin, and, seeing the peaceful scene, and smiles to the camera.

"We here at Total Drama love peaceful moments like this one. It shows that underneath the heat of competition, these campers really are just regular teenagers," Chris brings out the mighty air horn, "However, a recent census shows that fifty-one percent of the our audience prefers to see teenagers humiliating themselves for a prize they might not even win," he blasts the air horn.

The campers stumble out, confused and weary."Chris, is your brain as thin as your stubble? We don't have a challenge for two more days." Edward rubs his eyes.

"Hey, my stubble is full and beautiful!" Chris frowns, "Now, everyone follow me to your next challenge." Nobody moves.

"Chris, Hannah was eliminated yesterday. We get two days between the next one, remember?" Zuma tries to reason with him.

"Did I say that? I don't remember saying that..." Chris pulls out a contract, "Says here in the fine print campers must compete in challenges at the request of the Host, that's me."

"No me gusta la letra pequeña!" Zuma crosses her arms. (I do not like the fine print)

"Wow, I didn't know you spoke German." Chris says, mildly impressed. After a few seconds of blank stares, Tristan falls to the ground laughing.

"What an idiot," Chris whispers to the camera. "Anyways," Chris says he begins leading the campers away from the cabins, "We are always watching you, and your reactions.."

"This sounds familiar...." Kevin turns pale with fear.

"Welcome to......Phobia Factor! Part Deux!" Chris speads his arms wide."You're....not.....serious...crap", Parker kicks up some dirt, "This sucks majorly."

"Chris, don't you think it's a little lazy to reuse ideas from two seasons ago?" Wendy asks, raising an accusing eyebrow.

"Personally, yes. But I don't write this show. In fact, I'm not really sure who does, probably some punk teenager...." Chris looks to the camera very briefly. "Anyways, our first matchup is....Andrew for the Fox team....and Morgan for the Soaring Ducks!"

The boys step forward, nervously. "Andrew, your challenge is to climb and stand on the diving board, and look down at the ground for five minutes." Chris leads him to the diving board above the tub that once contained green jelly. "Our interns remade the tub," Chris adds. "Morgan, dude, wanna play a game before your challenge?" Chris reveals an old school arcade machine.

"Awesome! Terminal Kombat! I rock at this game, no one could beat me back at my hometown's Seven-Eleven," Morgan brags, "This'll only take a sec.." he hits the start button.

Andrew has started climbing up the ladder, eyes glued to the sky."That's right buddy, just don't look down until you have to. You'll be fine!" Steven calls to him.

"Don't worry, my dear! It doesn't matter if you can do it or not, I'll still be yours!" Francine yells out, fluttering her eyes. Zuma and Laura give her a disapproving stare, Tristan muffles his laughter.

The Ducks stand beside Morgan, "Dude, shouldn't you go see Chris about your challenge?" Edward says.

"He said play while I wait, so I'm gunna play..." Morgan voice has a hint of distraction.

"MORTALITY. YOU LOOSE," an electronic voice comes from the machine."Wha--what? No, Ed, you distracted me...I'll get him this time," Morgan rehits the start button.

"DOUBLE MORTALITY. YOU LOOSE," the voice comes back a few seconds later.

"No! No! No! NO!" Morgan slams his fists on the control panel."LOOSE. LOOSE. LOOSE. LOOSE." the voice mocks. Morgan falls to his knees, and huddles on the ground.

"Well, it looks like the Ducks lost their first challenge," Chris walks up behind them."What are you talking about? I haven't had my challenge yet," Morgan gets to his knees.

"Playing the game was your challenge, we got our computer geek to rig it so that it was impossible to win. Your challenge was to conquer your problem with loosing, which you obviously failed at," Chris laughs.

"That's pretty clever," Edward looks slightly amused, until Morgan punches him in the face.

"Lets see how our buddy Andrew is doing," Chris leaves the Ducks and heads over to the ladder platform. Andrew has come to the top of the ladder, and is hesitating to walk out.

"Yo, Huckleberry Hound! The Duck flaked, now its cool if you can't do it," Tristan yells up. Laura jabs him with her elbow.

"Oww, the heck?" Tristan rubs his arm.

Andrew shakily shuffles his way out, "I thynk I cyn, I thynk I cyn, I thynk I cyn.." (I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...) Andrew is now out all the way.

"Okay Andrew, your five minutes of staring at the ground starts now!" Chris starts a timer. Andrew leans over the edge, and nearly vomits.

"Just take it easy, only four and a half more minutes," Wendy cautions him.

"I thynk I'ma gonna be syck..." Andrew's eyes roll. (I think I'm going to be sick) His head swings back and forth, mouth slightly ajar.

"People, I think we better move..." Laura begins moving backwards, the other Fox campers do likewise.

"Three more minutes, you can do it!" Andrew's team shouts. Andrew's face slowly becimes pale, "Two more mintues!", he feels pressure on the back of his eyes, "Almost there!", he knows what's coming next..."Ten more seconds..."

Right as Chris sounds the air horn to signal the end of five minutes, Andrew vomits.

"Ack! Look out!" Laura screams, and poits to Andrew who is swaying, and finally falls backwards off the platform......narrowly missing the tub by a mere foot.The Raging Foxes crowd around him, worried.

"Drew...?" Francine's eyes water.

Chris pushes past the campers, and shoves Francine aside."I've got good news, and bad news. The good news is....congrats, bro! You just scored the Raging Foxes their first point! The bad news is, your arms aren't suppose to bend that way. Ew, this is depressing. Nurse Hatchet!"

Chef Hatchet, clad in a nurse outfit, carelessly sling's Andrew's broken body over his shoulder, and departs.

"IsIs he going to be okay?" Francine sniffles

"Heck if I know." Chris shrugs, still smiling.

"Don't worry, I hear Southerners are fast healers.." Wendy put her hand on Francine's shoulder.

"Hey...where was he when I sprained my ankle?" Reese complains.

"Don't be such a baby..," Chris pulls out a clipboard, "Lets see...thats one point for the Fox team...our next two campers are Nicole...and Edward! You two will be competing together!"

"I'm totally like, super psyched! This'll be SOOOO fun!" Nicole does a backflip, leaving her teammates and the Foxes a little stunned.

"Yeah, whatever. How will this work?" Edward rolls his eyes.

"Nicole's fear is mean people....your's is nice people.....makin' the connection? Edward, you'll be your meanest to Nicole, and then she'll be her nicest to you."

"Heh, cool..." Edward grins. Nicole turns and faces him.

"Is that shirt suppose to be yellow, or did the sun yak on you?" Edward smirks.

"Nope, its suppose to be yellow." Nicole smiles. Edward frowns.

"Well, are those earring, or did someone staple M&amp;M's to your head?"

"They're earrings, but OH MY GOD, I love M&amp;M's! I totally wouldn't mind if they were! I actually got them at Axl's Piercing Parlor, even though I'm like, toatallly not eighteen yet," Nicole laughs, Edward groans.

--Confessional-- "What is with this chick? Either shes mean proof, or too stupid to know I'm insulting her..." Edward crosses his arms. --Confessional--

"Why don't you shut up and make me some pie?" Edward shouts.

"OOOO! I LOVE pie! It's all, warm and crumble..." Nicole smiles.

Edward falls to his knees, "You're fat! You're Fat! "You're FAT!" his slams his hands on the ground.

"Well, I guess I could stand to loose a little bit, thanks for telling me, you're a super friend!" Nicole give him a thumbs-up.

Chris steps in, "Okay, I think it's apparent to everyone that Nicole wins a point for the Ducks! Alrighty, Nicole, your tunr to say a few things to Edward,"

Nicole smiles wide, "Ohmygosh, I absolutely adore your boots!"

"I hate these boots! My mom got them from NiceWill! They itch!" Edward screams.

"Your frowny face is like, totally original!" Nicole point sto the angry face on Edward's shirt.

"It's an angry face! It's not original!" Edward slams his fist again.

"Wow, you sure are strong! You left a handprint that time!" Nicole laughs.

"No! No more! Stop the madness!" Edward covers his ears, Chris blows the air horn.

"Looks like Eddie's chickening out, which means the score is still tied at 1-1."

The camera changes to Tristan and Laura, "Your challenges, Chris explains, is to lay in these boxes and be covered by snakes," Chris looks to Laura, who gulps, "And scorpions," he turns to Tristan, who turns pale. "You must saty in the boxes for one minute," Chris explains.

"Na-Nu-No way, Chris. No way, game over. You don't screw around with something that can kill thirty people with one sting..." Tristan backs away, Laura also backs out of her challenge.

"Tristan and Laura forfeit, the score is still tied!" Chris announces.

The camera now shows Kevin, and a giant cardboard thirteen. "Kevin, all you have to do is hug the thirteen, and your challenge is over." Chris says.

Kevin slowly approachs the thirteen, and looks up at it.

"You...are just a number. There's no such thing as bad luck...there's no such thing as bad luck!" Kevin yells as he charges towards the giant number, and jumps onto it, hugging it angrily. "You wanna hurt me now? Huh?! DO YA!?!?" Kevin shouts as he hugs the number tighter, denting the sides of it.

"Kevin scores the Soaring Ducks their second point!" Chris shouts. Kevin releases the giant thirteen, and begins laughing happily.....the thirteen collaspes onto of him seconds later.

"Should we help him?" Jessica looks concerned, despite not looking up from the leaves she his rearranging on the ground.

"Nah, this happens to him like, twice a day.." Rachael walks away, uninterested.

--Confessional-- Jessica steps in, still moving the leaves around in her hands, "What's up her tailpipe? Last night she was like one of the gang, and now she's back to her old grumpy self.." Jessica frowns. --Confessional--

Chris whispers offscreen to the camera, "If you are just now joining us, the score is Foxes: 3, Ducks: 4, with Zuma nad Francine suceeding in their challenges, as well as Jessica and Reese. We are now down to the final four campers, Steven and Wendy for the Fox team, and Rachael and Parker for the Duck team."

Chris steps in front of the camera, "Wendy, you're up first, your challenge is to close your eyes while we blindfold you. If you take the blindfold off before five minutes is up, you loose your challenge." Wendy grimaces as two interns fasten a large, heavy blindfold to her face.

"Ain't no light getting through there, huhuh!" Chris chuckles

Wendy stumbles forward, Steven catches her, "Don't worry, I've got you," he says, "So, are you afaid of being blind for something other than what you said before?" he asks.

"Ye-yes, when I was little, I used to have glasses, once my parents scraped enough money together to get that laser eye surgery thing, they got me to the doctor's. After the operation, the doctor told me to keep my eyes closed to gicve my cornias time to heal after the operation, or something along those lines. A little while beofre i was allowed to open them, my friend shoved me, you know, messing around, but I stumbled into the street. I heard a bunch of honks and swerving, and I was too afraid of getting hit to move.." she concluded. "Aw man, well, I promise not to shove you into any roads in the next three minutes," Steven puts a hand on her shoulder. Wendy smiles, "I know you won't I trust you."

--Confessional-- "Total..pukefest. As soon as the Rabies Foxes loose a challenge, I'm putting my plan to split up the couples into action...and I think I'll start with these two instead of dumb and dumber.." Rachael sneers, referring to Andrew and Francine, "And also, just because I told a few stories with these people, does not mean we're friends. --Confessional--

Chris motions for Parker to step up, "Parker, your challenge is to get into this crate. We've sealed off any possible way for light to enter." "How do you know?" Parker asks.

Suddenly, a loud banging comes form the crate.

"Lets me out! I haven't eaten in two days!"

"Huh...Chef was suppose to let him out..." Chris opens the crate, and an intern crawls out. "Freedom! Freedom!" He cries as he runs off.

Parker grudgingly climbs inside. "You have to stay inside for three minutes, meaning you'll be done right around the time Wendy will." Chris beckons for Chef Hatchet. "Hey, this isn't so bad.." Parker smiles nervously.

Chef Hatchet picks up the crate, and shakes it violently. "I hate the dark! I hate being picked up! And, most of all... I HATE THIS SHOW!!" Parker ricochets around in the crate like a BB in a soup can.

Meanwhile, Wendy sits comfortably on the ground, "This isn't hard at all...thanks to you," She says to Steven, "So...why are you afraid of strange places?" "Ugh...it all goes back to the first time I saw that Tuesday the 13th movie, the kids in that movie were mostly idiot...'Hey! Lets wander off into the woods alone! Lets go swimming at 2am! C'mon guys, forget that crazy guy who warned us at the beginning of the movie, this'll be fun!'" Steven mocks the poor choices of hooro movie teens. Wendy laughs.

"Times almost up, either of you want to conceed?" Chris questions. Wendy shakes her head.

"NOT....A...CHANCE..." Parker screams from inside the crate. Chris blows the air horn, Chef drops the crate, causing it to smash open. Steven carefully removes the blindfold form Wendy's eyes.

"Congradulations, you both have won your teams another point! That means the score is now Ducks:5 Foxes:4, if Rachael can win her challenge, the Ducks will win again," Chris leads Rachael away.

"What, but I never said what I was afraid of...and I'm sure I didn't do anything to give it away.." Rachael whines.

"You didn't have to, on the sign up sheet your parents filled out, it says Claustrophobia under medical conditions," Chris laughs, "Thats's the best part! Your Mommy and Daddy told us!" Chris continues laughing, leaving Rachael awestruck. "Oh," Chris wipes a tear away,

"That's a real knee slapper.. now, you were going to use the same crate as Parker, but it's a little...broken. SO, you'll be preforming you challenge in the crawlspace of the Duck Cabin!" Rachael's eyes widen to the size of lemons. "And Steven, Chef will be flying you out to a deserted cabin on a haunted lake that some crazy dude with a lazy eye warned us about. Sound like fun?" Steven faints. You each must spend one hour in your respective places to win the point, or outlast the other camper," Chris finishes as Chef leads a groggy Steven to the ramshackled plane, and Chris leads Rachael to the crawl space.

"I--I can't do it..." Rachael says, "It's a medical condition...my doctor forbade me from things like this.." Rachael tries to reason with Chris, unsucessfully.

"Looks like Steven wins by default!" Chris calls out as the other Ducks looks angriliy at Rachael. "Haha..the sweetest kind of win there is..." Steven smirks.

"The Foxes win the challenge!" Chris announces, "Ducks, I'll see you at the bonfire tonight." Parker steps foward, "How did they win? We each have five points..."

"Yes, but three members of you team failed, only two of them failed, that was the tie-breaker." Chris smiles mockingly. The Ducks encircle Rachael, Morgan, and Edward, engulfing them with anger.

--Campfire Ceremony--

"Soaring Ducks, I only have seven marshmellows on this plate, and there are eight of you here tonight. If you know basic math, you can figure out that one of you will not survive this ceremony.."

Chris picks up three marshmellows, "Reese, Nicole, Jessica, you are safe." The campers catch their marshmellows, and go back to staring down the three that failed.

"Kevin and Parker are also safe." Chris throws them some marshmellows.

"The next marshmellow goes to..........Rachael, for what ever reason that is."

Morgan and Edward start sweating, and nervously looks around.

--Confessional-- "I managed to convince the others that my medical condition was serious, and that the other two were wasy more pathetic than me. It may cost me and alliance member, but better one of them than me," Rachael cackles. --Confessional--

"Morgan...Edward.....the final marshmellow goes to..........................."

"..............................."

"Morgan."

Chris throws Morgan his marshmellow as Edward stands up.

"I would like to apologize to everyone here that got annoyed by me, I'm sorry it had to end this way,and I just want to say..." the Boat of Losers starts pulling away, "Hey! Stop! I'm not done with my heartfelt speech you jerk!" The boat sails off.

"Well, there you have it, only four more campers to dump beofre we hit the big merge! Then who knows what surprises we have in store for our campers?"

"A visit to the eliminated campers, two people returning....you're right Chris, who knows?" Rachael says sarcastically.

"Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.....join us nex time on Total......Drama........Island!

Elimination
Bright Green - The Soaring Ducks

Red - The Raging Foxes

Blue - Merged Contestants

Orange and LOW - This person received the Final Marshmellow

Dark Green and HIGH - This person received the First Marshmellow

Dark Red and OUT - This person was eliminated from the game.

Light Blue and Win - This person/team won the challenge

Yellow and Safe- This person/team didn't win the challenge, but was not eliminated.