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"YO!"

A man who appears to be in his twenties pops up in front of the camera. He is currently standing on a dock near a calm lake looking directly into the camera lens. The man then begins to speak to the viewer.

"Were coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Canada" says the man. He then continues, "I'm your host Chris Mclean, dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television, right now."

Chris McLean, as the host is apparently called, begins to walk down the dock to a sign while continuing to address the camera. "Here's the deal," Chris remarks while walking, "Originally we had 22 campers sign up to spend eight weeks in this crummy old summer camp. But then", Chris says while a small scowl develops on his face, "The old producers got bought out by some stupid, American billionaire, so at first we thought the show would be a bust."

"Luckily," Chris declares while regaining his smile, "the guy turns out to have some great ideas. Including increasing the size of the campers from 22 to 60 vic-um I mean competitors, from all across both Canada and the U.S."

"While they're here", Chris says as though he is returning to a script, "They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team member's walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Boat of Loser's, and leave Total Drama Island, for good."

In a flash, Chris takes us to a bonfire pit where he reveals the inner workings of the vote off. "Each week all but one of the campers will receive a marshmallow." Chris stops to eat one. He then continues, "In the end, only one will be left standing and be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which lets face it, they'll probably blow in a week."

" To survive, they'll have to survive flies, bears, disgusting camp food, and each other," Chris says with sadistic glee, " we will tape every moment, and so we will give them no privacy." The smile on his face increases noticeably, " Who will crumble under the pressure. Find out here, on Total Drama Island!"

(Cue Theme Song)

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island," says Chris who is again standing on the dock. He then prepares the viewer to meet the campers. "Alright," Chris remarks, " It's time to meet our campers." He slyly looks at the camera", we told them that they would be staying at this five-star resort, so if the seem a little Ticked off, that's probably why."

A giant yacht appears next to the dock as it unloads the camper it is carrying. The first camper off is a young brunette with a green blouse, braces, glasses and her hair in a ponytail. She runs over to Chris and says " Oh my gosh, it is so great to meet you."

"Alright, nice to see you Beth," Chris then turns to the camera and says, "Not exactly easy on the eyes, that one."

The next contestant to come to the cock is a tall African-Canadian. He is well built and much taller than either Beth or Chris. "DJ", Chris says greeting the young man in front of him.

"Yo Chris," Says DJ as he gives Chris a high five. He then looks around with a confused look, "Hey you sure this is the right place. Where's the hot tub at."

"Yo dog, this is it Camp Wawanakwa," Chris replies to the giant in front of him. As DJ walks to the other side of the dock near Beth he comments, "Man this place looked different on the application form."

While DJ had been questioning Chris, another contestant had already been let off. She had turquoise hair dye covering parts of her already black hair. She was also clad in a pure black skirt and shirt. Chris called out to the Goth, "Hey Gwen."

It was at that point that Gwen realized just where she was at. " You mean were staying here." "No," replied Chris, "you're staying here, I got a trailer with AC."

"I did not sign up for this."

"Actually," Chris said while holding up a large packet of papers, "you did."

Gwen after contemplating what Chris had just said, she grabbed the papers and tore them up. Chris didn't stop smiling, "The great thing about lawyers is," Chris suddenly pulled out another set of documents, "They make lots of copies."

"I'm not staying here," Gwen said only for her to realize that her boat had already left. She turned angrily to Chris, "jerk!" she shouted as she stormed over to DJ and Beth.

The next camper off the boat was a 10-year-old boy with spiky hair, yellow skin for some odd reason and wearing a red shirt, blue shorts and blue shoes.

"This is Bart Simpson from Springfield, state unknown."

"Oh yeah, I'm here to kick some butt and win me alot of moolah!" says Bart as he walks up next to Sonic.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Chris says, "Ok, getting back to new campers, let's welcome Jude, Jen, Jonesy, Wyatt, Nikki and Caitlin," as Chris said this, six new campers got off a boat and lined up. Jude was a blonde with a blue skull cap and a skate board tucked under his arm. Jen was a brunette with a pale purple hoody. Jonesy was tanned and for some reason he had blue hair. Wyatt was an African-American with a guitar and dreadlocks. Nikki had had purple hair and many piercings across her face. Caitlin was blonde and she had the look of one of those preppy girls.

"Hey Chris!" Jude shouted at the host, "loved you when you hosted that ice skating show."

"Yes," exclaimed the narcissistic host, "I knew I made a killer impression. Wait a minute", Chris suddenly began to look at Jude more closely. Then it dawned on him, "dude, our voices sound exactly the same."

"Oh wow I hear it to," replied Jude. He then frowned, "Seems a bit lazy doesn't it."

"Well there are only so many voices in the world some of them are bound to be similar."

While this rather meaningless discussion took place, the next camper had arrived. The man was obviously of Asian decent, not only because of his own physical appearance, but also his outfit. The man wore a long kimono, sandals, and even possessed a sword that was strapped to his waist. When Chris noticed the man's arrival, he ran up to him.

"Yo," shouted Chris, "what's up." When the man did not respond, Chris simply told him in an annoyed voice, "Alright, go sit you're butt down."

"Hello everyone," the next camper off was a Caucasian with black hair. He wore a green shirt with black hand print on it. He also held a guitar. He smiled as he began walking towards the campers, only for the bags of the next camper to fall on his head, causing him to fall through the dock. The camper who had thrown said luggage was a physically imposing girl in a blue jumpsuit.

"Ok the music man was Trent and the muscle girl is Eva," Chris said as an explanation to the other campers. He then turned to Eva and the hole where Trent once stood, "What's in those bags, weights."

"Yes," Eva replied as she reached down and grabbed the bag from the water. After several seconds Trent also came up, but his concussion was so bad that he was forced to lie down without any conversation.

"Wahoo!"

A giant burly blond teenager had appeared as the next camper. On his t-shirt was a blue maple leaf. The tubby teenager ran over to Chris and gave him a giant bear hug.

"He-y Ow-en," coughed Chris, "Um, dude, do you think- you could let me down."

"Oops sorry." After letting the poor host breathe, Owen went over to the rest of the campers.

"Man, what a fatass."

The voice that came out next was from the next camper. She had black hair that went to the middle of her back and wore maroon tank top and gray shorts. "Ah, Heather, nice to see you bra," comments Chris as she passes by him.

"Whatever," said Heather full of disdain for both Chris and the other contestants.

"Ooo, I do believe I see our jock Tyler," as Chris said this, a boy with brown hair and a red track suit was coming towards the dock. But he wasn't on the boat, he was water skiing behind it. Just as Tyler waved at the group, he lost control of the skis and barreled into the side of the dock, adding more damage to the poor hunk of wood.

"And here we have our surfer chick, Bridgette," said Chris completely ignoring the obvious pain that had afflicted Tyler. Bridgette was a girl with lazy eyes and her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She did indeed posses a surfboard. As she stepped of the boat, she walked over to where the rest of the campers were standing.

"Hey guys," she said, "what's up."

"This ain't Malibu, Sweetheart," said someone from the next boat. The new camper was a punk, pure and simple. He had a green mohawk and piercings all over his face. The punk then turned to the rest of them. "Name's Duncan."

Duncan grabbed Chris by the shirt and told him, "I don't like surprises," obviously referencing the camp where he would spend the next few months.

"I know," replied Chris, "and here's another, I have your parole officer's cell phone number, and I can call him any time I want and can have you hauled back to juvie."

Duncan just snorted at the threat and walked over to the other campers. As this was occurring, three new competitors had come off their yacht. One was a fairly fat man who had brown hair, wore glasses, and had a white dress shirt. His two companions were far stranger than he was. One was a baby, who was dressed in a yellow shirt and red overalls and he had a football shaped head. The third member was perhaps the weirdest of all of them. That camper was in fact a pure white dog wearing a red collar. As all three got off many looked in wonder at the baby and dog.

"Alright," said Chris, completely unaffected by the sight before him, "let's welcome our next three campers, Peter, Stewie and Brian."

"Oh my god," Shouted Peter, the fat man, "It is such an honor to meet you Mr. Probst."

"Thanks- wait what," Chris gave Peter an incredulous look, "Dude, I'm Chris McLean, not Jeff Probst."

"Oh," Peter lost his excited attitude, "Now I'm disappointed."

As Peter, Brain and Stewie went to join the other campers, another camper had arrived. He to was strange, if for nothing other than his skin was yellow like Bart was. If I'm not being racist here, I mean his skin was actually yellow, think it had to do with something about working in a nuclear power plant for so long. Anyway when he got off his boat, he screamed happily as he jumped over the railing. When he did this, he hit a loose board that came up and smacked him in the face. When this comical scene happened, the man screamed, "Doh!" and fell over unconscious.

"Okay," said Chris stunned at the development, "that's Homer in case anyone here actually cares, and the horse head man about to come onto the dock is named Bojack" As if on cue, Bojack, with brown fur and a black mane, with a white streak on his snout that begins at his upper lip and ends underneath his eyes, with a white diamond shaped mark on his forehead. He also has a pink spot on his nose and pointy ears near his mane. Wearing an unbuttoned gray jacket with a blue sweater underneath, cyan jeans and red-and-white sneakers jumped on the deck.

"Hey," said Bojack before he realized what he landed on. He suddenly looked down and realized he was standing on top of Homer. "Um," Bojack said in a confused voice, "do I want to know what happened to him." All of the other campers silently shook their heads as Bojack and Peter dragged Homer out of the way.

The next camper off was another dog. He had pink fur and a dog collar that read, "Courage".

The next two campers were a teenage boy and girl. The girl had read hair and the boy had blonde hair. They were both dressed in black shirts.

"Yo, KP," Shouted Chris, "good to see you."

"Hey Chris," said Kim, "thanks for getting us on the show again."

"Well how could I say no. Especially after you and Ron saved that cargo of my world famous hair gel."

"Oh my god," said Bridgette as she ran up to Kim, "You're Kim Possible, the girl who can do anything." Bridgette was quickly joined by DJ and Bart.

"Always good to see some of my fans," Kim said as she hi-fived all three of them.

"Hey Stoppable," Duncan said as he came up to Ron, "Remember me."

"Oh yeah, your that Duncan kid who I stopped from escaping juu-, aw crud," Ron murmured as he was about to endure the beating of a life time.

Before said pummeling began, however, Chris interrupted them by introducing the next camper. He had well kept brown hair and he wore a collared shirt. Chris shouted at the boy, "How's it going Cody."

"Okay," he said, but before he could continue, another camper had already announced herself.

"Alright, Leshawna's in the house," said a large African-American girl. Leshawna, as the girl was called, was heavy set and had shirt with fruit on the front. As she walked down the dock, she began her attempt at psyching the remaining campers out. "Ya'll might as well give up," she said, "I came here to win!"

"Foolish earth scum!" a small, green camper on the next boat called out. This camper may be weirder than any of the other campers that had already arrived. Not only was his skin green, but he also lacked a nose and ears, and his eyes had a glassy look to them, as though they were fake. This camper began to shout in an overconfident manner. "You all will bow down to the almighty power that is ZIM!"

"Zim, dude, nice to meet you," Chris said with a forced smile, "Dude, I hope you realize we picked you completely based off your strange appearance."

"Um," Zim said in a fearful voice, "I am normal!"

"Yeah right," Gwen said with an annoyed look. She then turned to Kim, "There is no way he is a human, he looks like an alien."

"That's because he is!" shouted a boy from the next boat. He had an incredibly large head, and he wore a black cloak and glasses. He had a crazed look on his face as he shouted, "Zim is an alien, and he is trying to take over the world."

"Dib, dude," Chris exclaimed, running over to the large headed boy, "The reason we picked you is because every reality show needs an alien nerd, but don't falsely accuse your fellow campers."

"Hey!" Dib shouted at the host, "I'm a paranormal invest-"

"Kid, move it," Chris said in an annoyed tone, "Our next competitor, Courtney, has arrived."

A young woman with a dark tan and a gray sweater-vest walked off the boat. "Greetings everyone," she said. She walked over to Owen and shook his hand." I hope we will be able to have a great… Ooo, who is that," as she finished talking she pointed out to the next boat where the next camper stood. This camper was a young man with a golden tan and a body that appeared that it had been sculpted by some Greek artist. When he neared the dock, all the girls, and Owen, looked in awe at the apparent god that was in front of them.

"Yo Justin," greeted Chris, "What's up bro."

"Not much."

"Just so you know, we chose you completely based on your looks."

"I can live with that."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH"

A horrific screech was heard from the next boat. But instead of some poor soul, writhing in pain, it was two girls hugging each other a squealing in girlish joy. They both had black and white shirts and pink shorts. One was skinny and of African decent, the other was large and Caucasian. "Ok everyone," said Chris, "Meet the wonder twins, Sadie and Katie."

"It's great to be here Chris," they said in unison, and then they both skipped to the edge of the dock."

As the next campers got off, Chris noticed something odd about the tallest member. While the smaller ones were a boy and a girl, with a big nose and blonde hair respectively, the tall one was dressed in a black cloak. "Yo dude," Chris said to the tall camper, take off that cloak and show us your face." As the man did so, all of the campers were shocked. The man's head was a skull, in fact; his entire body was nothing but bones.

"Oh, now I know why your name is Grim," said Chris.

As Grim, Billy and Mandy sat down; the next camper was a tall lanky boy with orange hair and glasses. As he wheezed, he looked up at the camp and said, "So instead of performing on a stage, we'll be competing in some crappy old camp."

"Yeah," Chris said as he look a little surprised at Owen, "That about sums it up."

"Awesome," Harold, the nerd, said as he pumped a fist, "that is much more tailor made for my mad skills."

"What skills," deadpanned Mandy as Billy, Grim, Peter, Heather, and Owen laughed at the poor nerd.

"And here is our next competitor, Noah," Chris exclaimed pointing at a well tanned egg head in a sweater-vest. Noah gave an impassive look at the current campers, and then turned to Chris.

"You got that list of my life threatening allergies right."

"Yeah, I'm sure someone did."

"Thanks," Noah replied sarcastically. The brainiac then walked over to Duncan, "Hey, nice piercings, you do them yourself."

"Yeah," Duncan replied just as he grabbed Noah's lip and a needle, "you want one."

"Um, no thanks, can I have my lip back," Duncan let go, "thanks."

"Ezekiel," Chris greeted the next camper after the near violent exchange, "what's up dude."

Ezekiel, who wore a green hoody and blue torque, looked up in the sky. "I think I see a bird, eh," he said to the shock of everyone except the man in samurai garb, who also looked up.

"Yes, I see one too," said the man.

"Finally you talk," said Chris in an exasperated manner, "Sheesh, you were really annoying me with that silent treatment. Oh and Ezekiel, I know you don't get out much. You were homeschooled by freaky prairie people, so just keep your mouth shut and try not to get eliminated on the first day.

The next boat let off four nine year olds. One was very fat, and he wore a red sweater. The next was completely covered in a large, torn-up, orange Parka. The third had a weird, green ushanka. The fourth member was apparently the most normal; he only had a blue skull cap.

"Alright everyone," Said Chris, "please welcome Cartman, Kenny, Kyle and Stan."

"Shut up you stupid, faggot." said Cartman, the fat one, in a shrill voice. He then turned to the rest of the campers. He said, "You ready to lose, you dumb fuckers."

"Okay, I may be home-schooled," said Ezekiel, "but I know that guys his age shouldn't know that word."

"Please forgive him," said Kyle, "Cartman's just a fucking idiot."

"Shut up you fucking Jew."

"Shut the fuck up Cartman!"

"Listen dudes," said Stan. He seemed to be a voice of reason, "We can argue later, let's just try not to piss off the other campers."

"Oh high," said the next camper. She was very attractive and she wore cowboy boots and a blue bandana. Probably the most obvious feature of her appearance was her well proportioned chest. This caused many of the guys to stare.

"Hey Lindsey," said Chris, "how's it going."

"Great Chip," replied Lindsey.

"My name's Chris."

"Oops, sorry." Lindsey took this opportunity to walk over towards the other campers.

"Yee haw!"

This shout had come from a girl in green clothing who was jumping off her boat. As she did so, she hit her chin on the dock and fell in. The others began to laugh until Courtney ran up to where she had fallen. "Are you ok?"

"Wow what a wipe out huh," said the crazed girl, "I mean, that was nearly as bad as when I challenged that Grizzly Bear to a wrestling match, man I was in the hospital for weeks. Still, there is now a nice bear skin rug on my living room floor now. Well thanks for helping me up- hey is that a samurai. Cool! Hi! My name's Izzy!"

As Izzy, as the red headed girl was called, skipped over to the samurai, the next campers got off their boat. The first was short and had three hairs sticking up wearing a yellow and purple shirt with a red stripe on it. The next was tall and had a green jacket on. This camper smelled incredibly bad, but he was apparently strong as he carried three large duffel bags. The third member wore a sock hat and an orange shirt and purple shorts. While his arms were scrawny, he was still some how able to lift and carry a refrigerator.

"Remind me Eddy," said the sock headed boy in a strained voice, "Why do we need a refrigerator."

"Well sock-head," Eddy, the short one said, "you're the one who said we needed to be prepared.'

"Yes," replied Double D, "but if I am the weakest of us, why do I have to carry the refrigerator."

"Because I don't lift," said Eddy with a scowl, "and you said you don't want to touch Ed's bag so you got the fridge."

"Butter toast!" exclaimed Ed, the tall smelly boy.

As D.J. and Peter helped Double D set the fridge down Another group of three arrived. The first member looked the most normal. He had red hair and wore a white shirt under a red jacket and blue jeans. The second was a woman who had purple hair, wore a white tank top with black pants, and perhaps the strangest thing about her was that she had only one eye. The third member was the strangest of them all. He was in fact a robot with a cylinder body and an antenna on his head.

"Our next contestants are two people and an advanced robot who fell through a time warp from the 30th century," Chris introduced, "I give you Fry, Leela, and Bender!"

"Yo, meatbags of the stupid ages," Bender greeted, "Bender's in the house!"

"Wow," Harold breathed, "a robot with human intelligence and mannerisms! Wicked!"

"Considering what most humans are like, I'm not impressed," Gwen snorted.

Bender scowled at her, "Hey, bite my shiny metal ass!"

As those three joined the other campers, the next group had arrived. They were probably the strangest out of the all of the campers that had arrived previously. They consisted of living fast food items. One was a giant milkshake cup with purple bendy straw and yellow hands; the next one was a living box of French fries with his box having eyes, a mouth, and a goatee, the last one was pretty much a giant ball of meat with eyes and a mouth with only one tooth. The other campers just stood looking dumbfounded at the living fast food.

Oh yeah, here's the food trio, consisting of Master Shake, Frylock and Meatwad!

"Nah boy, that wasn't our name, our name was-" Meatwad began but was cut off by Frylock.

"Meatwad, we don't go by that anymore, remember?"

"Well I came up with the golden name, I still remember it too! Aqua Teen Hu-" said Shake before Chris interrupted him.

"Okay move along, we still got five more contestants left to introduce."

Shake glared at Chris and flipped him off as he and the others joined everybody else.

The next two that got off weren't even human. They were in fact two octopuses. One was green and wore a red and white trucker hat that had the words "Booty Hunter" on it and the second octopus was a lighter shade of green and had red hair and freckles for no apparent reason.

"Okay then, also competing are Early and-" Chris was cut off again as a shotgun was pointed to his face.

"Hey boy, I was promised some chewin' tobacco! Gimme it!" Early shouted.

"Daddy, quit all of that bullshit, I gave you some earlier!" said Rusty.

"You'll find things are even better Early. Trust me," Chris said frantically as he didn't want to get shot.

"I got my eye on you boy," Early warned as he and Rusty slithered away.

After that rather terrifying experience, the next two contestants did not arrive by boat but instead emerged out of swirling green portal much to the bewilderment of everyone else. They were a tall lanky old man and a young teenage boy. The old man had long legs and arms and is very skinny. He had a dimly tanned ashy complexion and grey-blue hair with a bald spot on the back of his head. He had spiky hair on his head and a unibrow. He wore a white lab coat with a light blue green shirt underneath. He also wore brown pants, a dark brown belt with a yellow buckle, and black shoes. The boy had short brown hair that he wears straight and neatly combed around his head. He wore a yellow shirt, blue pants, and white shoes.

"OK people," Chris said now feeling relieved "Here's our next two contestants, Rick and Morty!"

"H-Holy crap, Rick! I only have four fingers! W-Where...Where the hell did my fifth one go?! Di-id it get cut off in the portal?!"

"Well Morty, if you didn't bitch about wanting to see this universe, you'd still have fi-*belch*-ve fingers, Morty."

"I-I dunno if I wanna be here anymore, Rick! Having only four fingers it's...it's weird! It's really weird!"

"You wanna see weird, Morty? You should see this universe's fa-*belch*-ndom. There's some sick people who watch this series, Morty."

"Alright, ignoring that." he said, "We just have to wait for our final camper. Man he is late; Geoff was supposed to be one of the first here."

Just as Chris said this, loud music blared in the distance. A young teenager with a cowboy hat and pink, unbuttoned vest was seen dancing on top of the boat. As he reached the dock, he jumped off the rail and on to it.

"Chris Mclean," said Geoff, "It's an honor to meet you man."

"Geoff, how's it going man?"

"Going great man."

"If they say man one more time," Gwen said in a disgusted tone, "I will puke."

"Oh yeah Chris," Geoff said as though he was remembering something important, "the driver said he had something important to tell you."

"Oh really, what."

"That, that stupid American comment is coming out of your pay check."

The voice inside the boat revealed a young man in his twenties with brown hair and a red, collared shirt. When Chris saw him, the campers noticed that Chris looked like he wanted to wet his pants.

"Mr. Laurence," Chris said through a forced smile, "always nice to have the producer out to see the show in progress."

"Yeah, I'm going to stay here as often as possible in a trailer to make sure the show goes correctly, as well as to keep your sadistic tendencies under control."

"Oh joy. Okay, now I'm going to ask all of the contestants to get ready for a promo picture," Chris said as he jumped on the boat with a camera.

The campers walked over to the side of the dock that was closest to Chris. They all struck a pose, and then stared at the camera.

"Alright," said Chris, "say Wawanakwa."

"Wawanakwa- ahhh!"

As Chris took the picture, the old dock had collapsed under the weight of the fifty campers. As they climbed out of the water, Chris again addressed them. "Okay, guys," he said, "Dry off and meet in the campfire pit in-whoa."

When Chris was not looking, Rick had come up behind him and pushed him in as well as the producer continued. "What Chris was trying to explain was that you should go there in ten minutes," Andrew explained, "see you there."

As the now dry campers were sitting near the campfire, Andrew and a now dry Chris arrived. Chris still appeared to be ticked off at the producer, but he seemed to put it away long enough to explain the game to the campers.

"This," Chris explained, "Is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eighteen weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin-mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends." As Chris said this, several things happened in unison.

Duncan threatened Harold with a fist.

Bart was making fun of Homer who began an attempt to strangle his son.

And Owen farted, which caused Trent, who was standing behind him, to fall unconscious.

"The camper who manages to last the longest, with out getting voted off, will win one hundred thousand dollars," Chris exclaimed. As he said this, money signs appeared in Eddy's eyes as he began to imagine what he could buy.

"Now about sleeping arrangements," Chris said following up on his previous statement, "You will put into two teams, with two separate cabins, with girls on one side, and boys on the other."

Katie then spoke up, "I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die."

Then Sadie followed with, "And I will break out in hives, it's true."

Gwen looked away from the twins, "this cannot be happening."

Owen then grabbed both her and Tyler. "Come on guys," he said, "it'll be like a big sleep over."

Tyler then added his own two cents, "at least you won't have to sleep next to him," he said gesturing towards Duncan, who at that moment happened to be giving a deer a noogie.

"Here's the deal," said Chris as he got out a sheet of paper, "when I call your name go stand over there, you will be forming the first team."

He began to list the names of the first team. "Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsey, Bart, Fry, Leela, Nikki, Jonesy, Caitlin, Brian, Stewie, Master Shake, Frylock, Meatwad, Zim, Beth, Katie, Cartman, Owen, Kenny, Billy, Mandy, Bojack, Early, Rusty, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah," Chris then grabbed a large roll of cloth, "from this moment on, you are officially known as," The linen unraveled, revealing a gopher, "the Screaming Gophers."

"Yeah," shouted Owen, "I'm a gopher."

"Wait a minute," asked Katie, "What about Sadie?"

"The rest of you over here," said Chris who completely ignored the question, "Geoff, Kim, Ron, D.J., Bridgette, Tyler, Courage, Sadie, Izzy, Grim, Courtney, Ezekiel, Peter, Homer, Bender, Ed, Edd, Eddy, Jude, Jen, Wyatt, Duncan, Eva, Stan, Kyle, Rick, Morty, Dib, Harold, and Jack," then Chris gave a confused look at the paper, "wait a minute, who the heck is Jack?" His question was answered when the Samurai walked over with the rest of the team. Chris then scowled, "What kind of name is Jack for a samurai? anyway; you guys are known as the Killer Bass."

"But Katie is a gopher!" exclaimed Sadie.

"Alright campers," said Chris despite the interruption, "you will be filmed in all public areas in the camp."

(Confession Cam: where your thoughts are shared, and our money is wasted)

Chris: You will also be able to share your inner most thoughts on tape with video diaries. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest.

Gwen: Okay … so far this sucks.

Grim: (In Jamaican accent) Okay, I know what ya thinking, "How the heck did the Grim Reaper get stuck with two kids"? Well I made a bet with them, and now I'm their friend forever. But, we made a deal, if I beat them, I regain ma freedom. Hahahaha!

Lindsey: (facing the toilet, back to the camera) I don't get it, where's the camera guy?

Loon: (It's putting on lipstick before it notices the camera)

Double D: Well this will sure be an invigorating experience.

Eddy: Aw yeah! One hundred grand, here I come!"

Dib: Surely some people believe me about Zim being an alien, (he pauses as he looks at the camera) right!

Owen: Hey everyone, check this out, I have something very important to say. (He then farts and laughs).

Chris then turned to the campers. "Okay," he said, "Let's find your cabins." The campers then followed Chris for a short distance, and then they saw tow medium sized cabins. "Gophers, you're in the east cabin, while the Bass are in the west cabin."

(Screaming Gophers)

The Gopher girls walked into their cabin to be greeted with a grim reminder of their past experience at summer camps.

Bunk beds.

"This cannot be happening," whined Heather as she stood in the cabin entrance. She was quickly pushed aside by a ticked off Gwen.

"Stop griping about it," said Gwen as she set up her bunk.

"Shut up weird goth girl."

"Hey," Gwen looked up to see the computer geek, Cody, staring at her, "How is i-,"

"Ahh! Pervert in the room," before Cody could finish his sentence, Leela had run up to him, grabbed him by the collar and sent him flying out the door.

As Chris walked by the unconscious geek, Lindsey asked him a very important question, "where are the outlets, I have to plug in my straitening iron."

"There are probably some in the communal bathrooms."

"Oh, what's that?"

"It means we bathe together," said Gwen who had just come out form the room. She then muttered, "Idiot."

Lindsey began to grow tears in her eyes. "Aw come on, that's unfair."

The Gopher boys then snuck their heads out of the door to see what was going on.

"I'm glad were in our own cabin, just us guys," Owen said before the guys gave him a look of disgust. Owen then realized what he had said. "I mean no, I didn't mean that," Noah and the now conscious Trent retreated inside the cabin, "I love chicks."

(Killer Bass)

"Excuse me, Chris," Chris then turned away from Owens's attempt to prove he was not gay to see Geoff on the cabin deck, "will there be any chaperone's while were here."

"Most of you are all sixteen years old, the same age as a counselor in training at a normal summer camp, so, other than my self, the older competitors, the producer and the cook, you will have no adult supervision, but before you do something stupid, remember you are setting an example for the younger campers. Alright, you all have one hour to unpack before you meet in the mess hall."

"Nice," Geoff commented on the lack of supervision. He then went inside the cabin to see the scrawny Ed boy attaching the fridge to a generator. "Most excellent Double D dude," Geoff said as Double D finished the wiring, "now all we need is some grub and some soda and we will be set." Geoff then turned to Grim. "So you ready for the party of your life dude?"

"Hmm, let's see," said Grim sarcastically, "for one, I'm dead! Number two, I don't like parties, they remind me of high school."

"Please tell me that at least one of you realizes that Zim is an alien," interjected Dib.

"Dude," said Geoff with a frown, "even if he does look weird, that doesn't make him an alien."

Dib just looked in shock at the teenager in the cowboy hat.

"LISTEN UP!"

A very tall and muscular African-American in a chef's outfit was standing behind a counter. In his arms he held a pot of a suspicious substance. He then began to speak again. "I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day," he shouted, "grab a tray, get your food, and sit your buts down now!"

"Have a cow," muttered Owen as Bart snickered.

"What's that," screamed Chef, "come closer fat boy, I didn't hear you."

"Um, I really didn't say anything important."

"I'm sure you didn't."

As the campers moved up the line, many were disgusted by the Sloppy Joes Chef was serving. Stan looked at horror at what he was supposed to eat, and then asked Kyle, "Dude, aren't black chefs with the name Chef supposed to be good cooks?"

"I think it's only the nice ones," replied Kyle as they sat down.

When all of the campers had sat down, they began to try to eat their food. When Cartman stabbed his Sloppy Joe with his fork however, the disgusting paste jumped up on his face and began to attack him. "Ahhh! Get this fucking thing off my face!" he screamed. Eventually, after about five minutes of pure shock and disgust, Duncan pulled a leg off a chair and wacked the monster until it let go of Cartman's face.

Chris walked into the mess hall completely ignorant of the chaos that had just taken place. "So," he asked, "how's lunch."

"Yo, my man," said Geoff rather uncomfortably, "could we order a pizza or something." Just as he finished that sentence however, a cleaver went right over his head and nearly took off his hat. "Whoa!" Geoff exclaimed as he turned to Chef, who now wielded a butcher knife, "it's cool, brown slop is cool! Right guys." Everyone in the cafeteria quickly nodded their heads in fear.

"Alright, eat up, because your challenge begins in," Chris held up one finger," in one hour."

"What do you think they will make us do," asked Katie fearfully.

"It's our first challenge," DJ said reassuringly, "how hard can it be?"

One hour later, the campers were standing on top of a cliff, in their bathing suits. D.J. probably expressed the feeling that each one of the campers was enduring the best. "Oh shit."

AN: So, this story is back up again. Considering how much potential it had I felt it was a waste to let it just fade into obscurity. So this my way of honoring max3833's legacy since his account has long since been inactive. The obvious changes I made is increasing the amount of competitors to sixty and replacing characters who I didn't think fit in this kind of story. To anyone who has followed this story in the past, I hope you'll enjoy what I have in store for this story now that it's returned. To those who are tuning in to this story for the first time, I chose to do this because I thought they're was insufficient representation for crossovers in this category. Second, this allows me to change the votes so I can change how the original characters will be voted off. I also would like to point out how different the lives have already been changed. Trent hasn't talked with anyone, Geoff and Bridgette have not officially met, and the new producer has begun a feud with Chris. How these changes will affect their lives, only I know, but I will warn you that their will be changes in the pairings. So I hope you enjoyed this first chapter And I hope to update soon. Please review.