Total Drama Alphabet

Disclaimer: Total Drama Island is not mine. A lot of the characters are not mine, and are owned by Teletoon and Cartoon Network. All of the contestants are mine, though, and some of the interns. Alyssa belongs to Reading10. Charlotte belongs to musicaltheatregirl-dxc4eva. Elli belongs to Sparkling-nexis137. Margo belongs to Kelsica2. And Rain belongs to Realityshowfan. Those five characters are used with permission.

Warning: The winner from Total Drama Chris is revealed here, as well as other things from that story. Reading that story is not required for enjoying this one, though there may be spoilers for that story in this one.

As well, some contestants may have… unsettling pasts, to put it nicely. There will be nothing close to explicit detail, but there's definitely abuse going on.

Pairings: Izzy and Ezekiel, Duncan and Courtney, Gwen and Trent, Geoff and Bridgette, Lindsay and Tyler, Eva and Cody, Heather and Harold, Katie and Noah, Sadie and DJ… Justin and Beth, maybe? As for the new characters… we'll just have to wait and see, I suppose!

Note: This takes place about a year after the original Total Drama Island, and two weeks after Total Drama Chris. Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island, Total Drama Action, Total Drama Celebrity Manhunt, and Total Drama World Tour never occurred. Also, pictures of the new contestants, and interns, can be found on my profile, if you want a more concrete visual.

Chapter 1: Day 1: Part 1: A is for Arrival

Izzy was standing on a slightly nicer looking Dock of Shame, standing beside Bridgette, who was smiling for the camera.

"Are you ready, eh?" Ezekiel asked, from behind the camera.

"Yes-ooh, no!" Izzy shouted, putting her hands to her cheeks. "We still don't really know where Heather is, do we?"

"So, are we going to just stand here and wait?" Bridgette asked. "I think the contestants are coming soon."

Izzy sighed. "Correct as usual, Girl Friday. We'll just start now, I guess." Izzy gave a thumbs-up to Ezekiel. "Let 'er roll, Zeke!"

"OK, Miss Izzy," Ezekiel said. "And we're recording, eh."

"OK," Izzy said, composing herself, then taking out several sticks of dynamite, and throwing them into the air right before exploding, scaring Bridgette and Ezekiel half to death.

"What woos that, eh?" Ezekiel said, cowering under his hands.

"I wanted to start the season off with a bang! Explosivo likes the boom boom!" Izzy chuckled a bit, then pulled her eyelids inside out for the camera.

"And what's that for?" Bridgette asked, confused.

"No reason. I just wanted to do it," Izzy said, then let go of her eyelids. "Last season, on Total Drama Chris, Katie won a million dollars, and you've just been spoiled, so ha!"

"What was that for?" Bridgette asked, raising an eyebrow.

Izzy shrugged. "They were going to find out, anyway. Why beat around the bush? She's a zillionaire!"

"Millionaire," Bridgette said.

"Oh, yeah, I'm the zillionaire!" Izzy exclaimed, dancing around a bit. "Anyway, last season, we had the same twenty-two contestants from the first season of Total Drama Island compete again. Lindsay got a brain, Heather got a heart, Katie found her courage, and Izzy found her home-here!" Izzy started caressing herself in glee.

"That's The Wizard of Oz," Bridgette said, giggling.

"Applies here, too," Izzy said. "Justin turned mean, Leshawna turned mean, then nice again, and Gwen kind of did too, really. Lindsay made Courtney a little nicer and Tyler a little more athletic, Cody and Eva were going mwah mwah mwah," Izzy said, puckering to the camera, "and Izzy got a new boyfriend, who I know will never ever leave Izzy." Izzy glared deviously to Ezekiel. "Cause I'd find you!"

Bridgette shuddered. "That movie was disturbing."

"What movie?" Izzy asked, scratching her head, then shrugged. "Anyway, this season, we have twenty-five brand spankin' new contestants. That Izzy gets to spank if they misbehave, mwahaha! Anyway, there's a contestant for every letter of the alphabet."

"Except m," Bridgette said, rocking back and forth, with her hands in her pockets.

"No one likes m, it's unlucky," Izzy said, shaking her head. "Anyway, we've got plenty of quote-unquote educational challenges to teach all of those who mostly watch for Owen's fart jokes." Izzy made a gagging face.

"I'll win you back, Izzy!" Owen shouted from off-camera.

"No you won't!" Izzy yelled back, making her hands into a megaphone, then turned back to the camera, with her hands still megaphoned over her mouth. "We have twenty-five strangers, most of whom don't know each other at all, so we'll get plenty of drama, and hopefully, still some nice, sweet moments, too! And I won't try killing the contestants." Izzy tapped her chin. "Probably. Ooh, but we do have cool video game challenges too, so look forward to those! Izzy loves video games!"

"And Lindsay can kick your butt in them," Bridgette said, giggling.

"Only the cute video games," Izzy said smugly. "Turns out she's not nearly as good at the gory ones, which I really like. So I win, so ha!" Izzy smiled brightly for the camera again. "As it is, though, the twenty-five new contestants will be participating in, and we have your old favorites back to help me out as well, most noticeably right now, Bridgette!" Izzy glomped Bridgette, who looked shocked.

"Hi," Bridgette said meekly, waving to the camera, smiling uncomfortably, until Izzy let go.

"And of course, Ezekiel's behind the camera, so get in front of it so your one fan can see you!"

"One fan?" Bridgette asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a big name fan, so it's OK," Izzy said, going over to grab Ezekiel over, forcing him to drop the camera. "Really, Izzy, Ezekiel and Bridgette all together might give that big name fan a nosebleed, and if nothing else, Izzy really loves watching people bleeding!"

"No one's shooting us, eh?" Ezekiel asked, as the camera was only shooting the contestants' feet.

"Well, we want to appeal to the foot fetish crowd out there!" Izzy exclaimed. "Actually, yeah, you should probably get back to the camera."

"Aye aye, Izzy!" Ezekiel exclaimed, as he rushed out of view, and picked the camera back up.

"So stay tuned for an exciting new season with all your old favorites, and hopefully a lot of new ones, coming up now, on the all-new, educational Total Drama Alphabet!" Izzy exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air, then smiled to Bridgette. "That's pretty fun, really. You should do it with me next time!"

"I'll see," Bridgette said.

Izzy was standing next to Bridgette on the nicer-looking Dock of Shame, smiling brightly. "Welcome back to Total Drama Alphabet, and welcome to the new island!"

"It's the same island, Izzy," Bridgette said.

"With improvements!" Izzy exclaimed. "Lots of improvements, which you will soon see." Izzy started rubbing her hands together eagerly. "But first, let's meet our first contestant, Rachel!"

A yacht stopped at the end of the Dock of Shame, and a pale girl with short red hair, white shirt, green jacket, green shorts, and green high-heeled gladiator sandals stepped onto the dock. "Hi, it's nice to be here." Rachel smirked, filing her nails. "I'm sure I'll have no real competition here, so you might as well start writing the check out to me now."

"How long do you think it takes to write out a check, anyway?" Bridgette asked, irritated, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel looked taken back. "I thought you would be nicer. You seemed pretty cool in the show."

"Oh," Bridgette said, confused. "Well… thanks, I guess."

Rachel pointed to Ezekiel, disgusted. "Him, less so, why is he even here? And why are you not killing him, Bridgette?"

"She's kind of scaring me, eh," Ezekiel said, worried.

"He apologized for the sexist comments," Bridgette said, smiling. "He's pretty cool, really."

Rachel glared at Ezekiel. "I do not trust him."

Confession Vending Machine Room

Bridgette: You know, I actually like that Rachel likes me, but I don't really like her much. She just seems mean.

"And it looks like our second boat is coming!" Izzy exclaimed, as a second yacht docked, and let out a guy with neat black hair, a red vest and light yellow undershirt, green pants, and brown loafers, and holding an old-fashioned pipe. "Give it up for Alistair!"

Alistair looked around, irritatedly looking toward Rachel. "Why was that thing brought here before I was? I deserved to be first!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course. Some grumpy dweeb over someone beautiful and nice like me."

"Nice?" Ezekiel asked, blinking.

Rachel glared at Ezekiel. "I am not liking him."

"I'm not liking him?" Alistair asked, irritated. "Just say you hate him. You are slightly above a redneck hick, at least."

"Slightly," Rachel said, disbelieving, tapping her arm with her finger.

"Lovely bunch so far," Bridgette said, sarcastic.

"It might get better with contestant number three, Candice!" Izzy exclaimed, as a third yacht dropped someone off. It was a tall girl with extremely long blonde hair, a bright green bikini top, jean shorts worn backwards, and pink flip flops.

"Her I like more," Alistair said, staring in awe.

"Totally gross," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"She's pretty nice, actually," Bridgette said. "She was on the show for a little bit last season."

"And you were awesome!" Candice exclaimed, running over to glomp Bridgette, catching her off guard. "I'm sorry you didn't win, but you almost won!"

"Thanks," Bridgette said, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm sorry you lost," Rachel said. "Stupid annoying girl had to win instead." Rachel shuddered.

"Could you not insult my friends, please?" Bridgette asked, annoyed.

"Fine," Rachel said, rolling her eyes again.

"Hello, I like you," Alistair said, staring at Candice's very large breasts.

"Thank you," Candice said, a bit uncomfortable.

"I'd probably be jealous about now if Alistair weren't so grody," Rachel said, making a gagging face.

Izzy smiled brightly. "Speaking of grody-I didn't know anyone still used that word-here comes our next contestant, Yancy!"

A guy with chin-length blond hair, a red plaid jacket, white undershirt, faded jeans, and black boots. "Hi," Yancy said. "I'm Yancy."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yeah, crazy girl already told us."

"Your eyes might stick that way if you keep doing that," Alistair said.

"Go jump off a pier!" Rachel yelled. "Like this one!"

"OK," Yancy said, then jumped into the lake.

"I didn't mean-urgh!" Rachel complained. "You're all idiots!"

"What did I do?" Candice asked, looking hurt.

"You wore that!" Rachel said, pointing to the bikini.

"It's comfy," Candice said, frowning.

"And why are your shorts on backwards?" Rachel yelled.

Candice blinked, then looked down at her shorts. "I didn't really notice." Rachel shuddered, and Bridgette rolled her eyes.

Izzy smiled as she pointed toward the fifth yacht. "Well, Rachel and Candice, you might like this next guy, coming off on the next boat, it's… Frederique." Izzy dreamily watched as a Hispanic guy wearing a blue muscle shirt, through which his abs showed quite nicely, and a pair of black shorts, and black Converse shoes.

"Well, hello there," Rachel said, smirking as she walked up to him, blinking her eyes seductively. "So… Frederique, was it? Nice name. Has a nice ring to it. Frrrederique. Rachel giggled. "Yeah, I'm not very good at rolling my r's, but it just kind of felt right, you know?"

Frederique scratched his head, confused. "I'm sorry?"

Rachel blinked in confusion. "Um, it's nice to meet you?"

Frederique smiled. "It's nice to meet you… you… what was your name?"

"Rachel," Rachel said, melting. "But you can call me Rachel."

"OK," Frederique said, confused.

Izzy started singing. "It's just a little crush, not like I-"

"If you value your life, you will discontinue this instant!" Rachel snapped, immediately turning toward Izzy, glaring at the crazy girl.

"Fussy, fussy," Izzy said, shaking her head.

"Can you let go?" Frederique asked, with Rachel holding on to his arm.

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, blushing, letting go of Frederique's arm. "I… got a little carried away. Just… remember, Rachel B. Statler, my name!" Rachel blushed as she backed off a bit. Frederique scratched his head again in confusion.

Izzy yawned. "Well, don't look now, because you probably don't care, but here comes our next contestant, Zack!" A nervous looking guy with brown hair, a green beret, yellow shirt, jean jacket, and jeans and white tennis shoes stepped onto the dock.

"Another loser," Alistair said. "Why should I care about any of these people?"

"Some of us are quite superior to you," Rachel said, sticking her tongue out at Alistair.

"That was fun," Yancy said, climbing out of the lake, but grabbing onto Zack's leg, pulling them both back into the lake. "Oops," Yancy said.

"Well, that was fun," Izzy said, shrugging. "And now, time for lucky number seven, fan-favorite Nicole!" A tanned girl with wavy dark brunette hair, white shirt, black leather jacket, jeans, and black high-heeled boots stepped off the boat.

"She has an unfair advantage!" Rachel yelled. "Everyone got to know her and fall in love with her last season!"

"She's gay," Alistair said, irritated. "I'd say that's a pretty big disadvantage right there."

"Excuse me?" Bridgette asked, irritated.

"It's… OK," Nicole said, glaring at Alistair.

"Yeah, he'll lose quickly," Rachel said, smirking. "I'm a little more concerned about the whole 'unfair advantage' thing you're getting."

"I'm pretty sure I'm on a level playing field with my competition," Nicole said.

"Just remember that I'm not a lesbian, so please don't hit on me," Rachel said.

"No worries there," Nicole said, rolling her eyes.

Izzy pointed toward another yacht, as an overweight guy with brown hair, wearing a baggy blue shirt with a '69' on it, and black slippers. And hopefully shorts under that baggy blue shirt. "Meet Walter!"

"I'd rather not," Rachel said, looking disgusted.

"Agreed," Nicole said, looking worried.

"Typical," Walter said, irritated. "Fat guy, so I'm obviously here to make fart jokes for the little kiddies at home. I'll have you know that I'm above just juvenile humor, and I'm able to hold any possible gas in, unlike certain other fat guys who give the rest of us a bad name, but of course, your simpleton minds wouldn't realize any of that."

Nicole shook her eyes. "Way to show us."

"Do you even use deodorant?" Rachel said, waving her hand in front of her nose.

"Of course," Walter said. "I'm fat, so obviously, I stink."

"Except you do stink, seriously," Nicole said, nervous.

"I can stereotype too, I'll have you know," Walter said. "Like you're a lesbian, so you obviously want all to kill all the men of the world."

"I'd start with you," Nicole said, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"I won't turn you in," Rachel said, smirking.

"Would you get off of me?" Walter asked, as Izzy was climbing him, sniffing his armpit.

"Reminds me of Owen," Izzy said, wiping a tear from her eye. "But that's over now."

"I am nothing like Owen," Walter said.

Izzy smirked. "You're right, you smell even worse, but for now, let's greet our ninth contestant, Todd!" A very muscular guy with beady eyes and black hair, wearing a white muscle shirt, black shorts, and black tennis shoes leapt onto the dock.

"I'm here to win, and pulverize you losers!" Todd exclaimed, then started laughing maniacally, looking to the sky.

"You're kidding," Rachel said, putting her hands on her hips. "You brought Dick Dastardly as a contestant?"

"I aspire to be more like him," Todd said, proudly pounding his chest.

"OK…" Rachel said, trailing off, circling her finger to her head.

"Dick Dastardly?" Alistair asked. "What are you, fifty years old?"

"Shut up!" Rachel snapped.

"You'd better not mess with me!" Todd shouted, and threw Zack back into the water, who was climbing back out, onto the dock. "'Cause I can do that!"

"Dumb muscle," Nicole said, raising an eyebrow. "Like Duncan, only without the brain."

"Watch it!" Todd shouted. "I can mess you up good!"

"I'm terrified," Nicole said, rolling her eyes, shaking her hands before her.

"Good, 'cause you should be!" Todd shouted.

"Glad you got to know Todd, 'cause next you get to know George!" Izzy exclaimed, as another yacht with a guy with very messy black hair, wearing sunglasses, a baggy white shirt, khaki pants, and white Velcro tennis shoes stopped at the dock, though George did not get off the boat.

"What, is this loser too chicken to get off the boat himself?" Rachel asked, rolling her eyes, then made her arms into chicken wings. "Bwak, bwakbwakbwak!"

"He's blind," Bridgette said, rolling her eyes.

Rachel immediately turned bright red. "Sorry… George was it?"

"Yes," George said. "I just need a little help getting off."

"I'll help," Nicole said, rushing up to George, helping him onto the dock. "Unlike some people, I can help instead of making fun." Rachel stuck her tongue out at Nicole.

"I'll be fine once I get on solid ground," George said. "Just going from the boat to the dock, a little difficult." George whipped out a white cane. "Super cane to save the day, ha ha!"

"Dork," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"He's blind," Candice said. "That ain't very nice to say to a blind guy."

"Blind guys can't be dorks now?" Rachel asked, rolling her eyes again. "Please."

Alistair sighed. "Your eyes will stick-"

"You said that already!" Rachel shouted, throwing her hands into the air. "God! Why did I come here?"

"Fame and fortune," Alistair said.

Rachel stroked her chin. "Good point."

"Well, the next person's going to be able to see you all," Izzy said, smiling bright. "I hope you all love Leanne!"

"Sounds hot," Walter said, smirking. "I like her."

"Bet Nicole likes her more," Rachel said, smirking. Nicole shook her head.

"I wouldn't bet on it," Izzy said, grinning, as a short guy with red hair, a blue business suit, and fancy black shoes stepped off the boat.

"Is that a dude?" Walter asked, pointing.

"Yes…" Leanne said, trailing off, seething a bit.

"And your name is Leanne," Alistair said, smirking.

"Lee," Leanne said. "You shall call me 'Lee.'"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "That attitude of yours is sure going to want to make me want to cater to your whims."

"If you value your life, you shall obey me!" Leanne shouted.

Rachel giggled, then smirked. "Punish me! I deserve it!" Rachel started laughing louder.

"Why don't we just call him Lee?" Candice asked, confused, putting a finger to her chin.

"Why don't you dress appropriately, little miss slut?" Leanne asked, irritated.

"Great first impression," Nicole said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't like him much, either," Rachel said, putting her hands on her hips.

"You don't like anyone," Nicole said, smirking.

"I have lots of friends back home, I'll have you know!" Rachel proclaimed.

"I'm really not a slut anymore," Candice said, nervous.

"Of course you aren't," Alistair said patronizingly.

"So glad to see everyone getting along," Izzy said, smiling bright. "We're like a big happy family, so let's make it even bigger and happier! Let's meet Isis!" A twelfth yacht arrived, and stepping onto the dock was a tall African Canadian girl, with braided black hair, bright blue eyes, a bright pink tank top with a bright blue heart on it, and bright pink and blue mini-skirt, black leggings, and bright pink and blue wedge heels.

"Hi!" Isis sang, waving to everyone. "This is going to be so much fun!" Isis started hugging herself, swaying.

"It'll be fun tolerating you, I can tell," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"Wait… what?" Isis asked, confused. "Why? I'm nice, and stuff."

"And annoying," Rachel said.

Isis wiped a tear from her eye, then smiled and walked over to Rachel. "It's OK, no hard feelings." Isis' smile turned to a glare almost immediately as she punched Rachel off the dock, and into the lake. Isis then smiled innocently. "Oops. I'm sorry. Guess I'm a little clumsy."

"OK, if I don't win this season, I hope you do," Nicole said, grinning.

Isis rushed over to glomp Nicole. "Oh thank you, BFF!"

"BFF?" Nicole asked, confused.

"Best female friend," Isis said.

"Um… OK," Nicole said, a bit uncomfortable.

Izzy wiped a tear from her eye. "So sweet! Almost as sweet as our next contestant, Katrina!" The next yacht dropped off a pale girl covered in freckles with long, unruly dark blonde hair with a white headband, a blue denim shirt, a black skirt, and tall white boots.

"Hello," Katrina said, waving to everyone, with an enormous smile on her face. "It's very nice to meet you all. I look forward to making as many friends as I'm able, and maybe even win the million dollars!"

"Making friends," Rachel said, pulling herself out of the lake, back onto the Dock of Shame, dripping wet. "Exactly why we're here, of course."

"Oh, my," Katrina said, walking over to help pull Rachel onto the dock. "What happened? Do you need some help drying off?"

"Thank you," Rachel said, looking a bit worried. "Your smile is kind of creepy."

"I'm sorry," Katrina said. "I'm just kind of excited, being on TV, trying to win a million dollars, making new friends-"

Rachel smirked. "You're not so bad."

"Rachel didn't immediately dislike someone?" Nicole asked, feigning shock. "It's the end of the world!"

"Statistically, it was bound to happen," Walter said.

"Don't listen to them," Katrina said, smiling as big as before. "Someone's always going to try to pull you down. Just don't let them." Rachel blew a raspberry to everyone else.

"You can never have too much sweet," Izzy said, smiling bright, "so let's make things even sweeter! Here comes the most perfect person in the world-at least according to her-Danielle!" A girl skinny as a stick, even by Total Drama standards, stepped off the next yacht, with almost-white luxurious blonde hair, a perfect, beaming sunflower in her hair, royal purple eyes, a perfect little mole by her perfect little mouth, a nose so tiny to be barely visible, an exquisite yellow tank top with beautiful breasts way too large for the rest of her body, though perfect on her, a ridiculously short olive green skirt, and dark green high heels.

"Hi, everyone!" Danielle exclaimed, holding her hands together excitedly. "I have arrived, so you may all start basking in my presence."

"Basking in your presence?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow. "You have got to be kidding me." Rachel's eyes shot wide open as she noticed Alistair, Walter, and George bowing before her.

"We're not worthy," the three guys said.

"Wow," Nicole said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Yeah," Isis said dreamily. "I wish I could be that awesome."

"I thought George was blind," Rachel stated flatly.

"I can sense her perfection," George said, still bowing.

Danielle smiled innocently. "It's OK, guys. I give you permission to do other trivial things." Danielle made a shooing motion with her hand. Rachel slapped her face in frustration.

"I don't get it," Bridgette said, with her hands in her pockets. I just don't get it."

"She's really pretty, eh," Ezekiel explained. "So beautiful, and perfect, and-"

"If you want to live, you'll stop talking Zekey," Izzy said, glaring at Ezekiel, who gulped. "Now then, we've all met and loved Danielle, so now let's meet and love Bob!" A fat guy with a 5 o'clock shadow and brown hair covering his eyes stepped off the next yacht, wearing an orange shirt with 'front' written on it, upside-down, dark khaki shorts with an upside down 'R' and 'L' on each leg, and white tennis shoes.

"Hi, I'm Bob!" Bob exclaimed, waving to everyone.

"Hi, Bob," Danielle said, seductively scratching underneath his chin. "I'm Danielle."

Bob stared blankly for a few moments before continuing. "Hi, I'm Bob!"

"Yes, you are," Danielle said, and blew a kiss as she walked off. Bob blushed a bit.

"This will be fun," Rachel said, rolling her eyes, then turned to Katrina. "Still, I guess it's nice to have one other sane person here."

"I try," Katrina said, rubbing her boot along the dock.

"If Katrina's the other sane person, who's the first, darling," Alistair said, smirking.

"Just drop dead already," Rachel said, irritated.

"I think they're the new Duncan and Courtney," Izzy said, grinning toward Rachel's and Alistair's way.

"Gross!" Rachel shouted, reeling back.

"As if I would actually have anything to do with that peasant," Alistair said, irritatedly pointing his pipe toward Rachel.

"Well, maybe the next contestant can make things more happy fun times!" Izzy exclaimed, as the sixteenth contestant stepped off the next yacht. It was an extremely pale girl with short, dark brunette hair, wearing a dark green tank top, brown skirt, and black heels. "Meet Jennie!"

"You!" Jennie shouted, storming over to Bridgette, pointing an accused finger at her. "What is your problem?"

"Excuse me?" Bridgette asked, annoyed.

"Your whole 'caring about the environment' thing," Jennie said, using finger quotes.

"What's wrong with caring about the environment, exactly?" Bridgette said, getting more annoyed.

"The problem is that you don't care!" Jennie shouted, poking Bridgette's chest.

"You don't poke me," Bridgette said, grabbing Jennie's hand, seething.

"Leave Bridgette alone!" Candice yelled, pushing Jennie down. "Bridgette is an incredible girl, who's extremely nice, and cares about everyone, and wants to help our planet!" Candice sighed. "I kinda' wish I could give up meat."

"Thank you," Bridgette said, smiling, then was glomped by Candice.

"You're so perfect!" Candice exclaimed, leaving Bridgette smiling a bit uncomfortably.

"This isn't over!" Jennie yelled as she picked herself off the floor.

"Here comes Quincy!" Izzy exclaimed, as an African Canadian guy stepped onto the dock, with black hair, wearing glasses, a blue shirt, khaki pants, and brown loafers.

"Hi," Quincy said, then stepped over to the side.

"Hi!" Isis exclaimed, bouncing over to Quincy. "I'm Isis!" Isis glomped Quincy, who looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Hi?" Quincy quietly asked.

"Everyone get ready, for her she comes, here's Veronica!" Izzy exclaimed, applauding at the next yacht let off an overweight girl with short black hair and a detailed rose tattoo on her left arm, and wore glasses, a black shirt, jean shorts, and black flip flops.

"Hi, guys," Veronica said, not particularly enthusiastic.

"You're on TV, playing for a million dollars, you should be excited!" Rachel shouted.

"Because everyone who isn't exactly like you is wrong, of course," Alistair stated, smirking.

"She looks nice," Katrina said. "Maybe we should say hi!"

"No, we really shouldn't," Rachel said. "Trust me, she has 'loser' written all over."

"Yeah, might as well pretend I can't hear you," Veronica said, sighing. "That's what everyone back home does too. I'm used to it."

"You're not so bad," Nicole said, patting Veronica on the shoulder. "You seem pretty nice to me. I'd like to think I'm a good judge of character."

"Thank you, but I know you don't really find me attractive," Veronica said, looking down.

"I… I wasn't trying to hit on you," Nicole said, a bit nervous.

"Good to know I'm not good enough," Veronica said, then sighed again.

"It's not that… I mean… urgh!" Nicole said in frustration, holding her head.

"Maybe you were right," Katrina nervously said to Rachel.

"I always am," Rachel said, admiring the back of her hand.

"And I'm sure you'll be happy to know, and she'll be happy to know, that our next contestant is Ophelia!" Izzy exclaimed. The next person off the nineteenth yacht was a Japanese girl with black hair with two long bangs in the front, with the ends dyed red, and a ponytail in the back, with the end dyed red, a skull tattoo on her arm, a smiley face tattoo on her hip, and wore a button-up black shirt, a black skirt, black leggings, and tied black heels. Ophelia didn't step off the yacht so much as bolt off, though.

Ophelia immediately clung to Danielle. "Oh my God, you're so pretty and perfect, and I want your hair, and can I have the flower, thank you!" Ophelia took the sunflower out of Danielle's hair and put it in her own.

"Could I have that back, please," Danielle asked, irritated.

"Heh, sorry," Ophelia said, trying to put the sunflower back in Danielle's hair.

"I can put it back in myself, please," Danielle complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so… excited!" Ophelia leapt into Nicole's arms, knocking them both to the ground. "So you're the famous Nicole, made famous from Total Drama Izzy last season, and it's an honor to meet a celebrity such as yourself!"

"Could you get off, please?" Nicole asked, irritated.

"I'm sorry, but I've never been on TV before, and I'm just so…"

"Excited?" Katrina asked, still with her huge smile.

"No, no, don't say anything!" Rachel nervously shouted.

"Yes!" Ophelia exclaimed, bounding over to Katrina and Rachel, squeezing them to her breasts. "Excited! And I'm glad you two are going to be my good friends here, oh yes I am!"

"This is why I wasn't going to snark her," Rachel said, irritated.

"Sorry," Katrina said. "I'm having a little trouble breathing, Ophelia. Could you let go?"

"Heh… sorry again," Ophelia said, looking nervous. "I'll try to calm down, I promise," Ophelia said, raising her right hand. I'll try to-eek! What's that?" Ophelia rushed over to knock Zack, climbing back onto the dock from the lake, back into the water. Ophelia then showed off her muscles. "Here I came to save the day, so hooray for me!"

"That was one of the contestants, genius," Alistair said.

"This… is naughty," Ophelia said, shaking her head as she leapt over to Alistair, taking away his pipe.

"That's mine," Alistair said, irritated.

"And it's going to kill you, and second-hand kill me, and I'm too full of life to let you second-hand kill me, so nuh-uh! Bye-bye!" Ophelia tossed the pipe into the lake-right at Yancy's head, who fell right back into the lake.

"That pipe cost me six thousand dollars!" Alistair yelled.

"Suddenly, I feel very broke-six thousand dollars?" Rachel yelled. "Why are you even competing?"

"That's not a big chunk of change for me either, exactly," Katrina said, looking slightly guilty. "That's kind of pocket change."

"Wait," Rachel said, trying to figure things out, "why are you here, anyway?"

"Hoping to get famous and make friends… I don't really have many friends back home," Katrina said, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Can't imagine why no one would like Mrs. Stepford," Alistair said.

"See?" Ophelia yelled. "That pipe made you mean, and say mean things!"

"No, the lack of pipe made me say it!" Alistair shouted.

"But the pipe turned you into the… do you even have eyebrows?" Ophelia asked, tracing along where Alistair's eyebrows should've been.

"Go away!" Alistair shouted, holding his head in his hands.

"Don't worry, Ophelia, I feel your pain," Izzy said, nodding, eyes closed. "Alistair's a bit of a poopie-head." Izzy put back on her big smile. "But now, let's meet our next contestant!" A guy with brown hair, wearing a maroon shirt, blue shorts, and black flip flops stepped off the next yacht. "Meet Hank!"

"Hi, everyone!" Hank exclaimed, waving.

"Hi, Hank," Nicole replied, smiling.

"You're pretty hot," Hank said, grinning.

"Thanks, but I'm kind of into girls," Nicole said, biting her lip uncomfortably.

"Cool, cool, that's cool," Hank said. "Not the first time I've been given that line."

"I… really do like girls," Nicole said, a bit irritated.

"That's what she said!" Walter shouted.

"That didn't make any sense," Nicole said, rolling her eyes.

"I thought it was kind of funny," Hank said, shrugging.

"I can tell he's a real winner," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"Perfect for you, at least" Alistair said, smirking. Rachel shuddered.

"It's time to meet one of the all-time military greats, Ulysses!" Izzy exclaimed, applauding.

"Didn't Grant die over a hundred years ago?" Katrina asked.

"Different Ulysses," Bridgette answered, as a short guy wearing an army helmet, light blue button shirt, green pants, and black army boots stepped off the next yacht.

"Fall in, troops!" Ulysses yelled.

"Us?" Nicole asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're not your troops."

"That is insubordination, missy!" Ulysses yelled, poking Nicole in the chest.

Nicole grabbed his finger, and started bending it back. "That is called how to get a broken finger."

Ulysses backed away, holding his finger in pain. "As you were."

"Loser, loser, loser!" Rachel shouted. "That's nineteen losers by my count!"

"That's a little harsh," Katrina said, a bit nervous.

Rachel shook her head. "You're nice and all, but a little naïve. Trust me, these are all people you do not want to get close and personal with."

"But I want to get close and personal with you!" Ophelia exclaimed, appearing out of nowhere behind Rachel, glomping her.

Rachel screamed. "Get off of me!" Rachel pushed Ophelia down.

"Sorry, but you were just there, and… just looked so tempting!" Ophelia exclaimed, clawing the air in Rachel's direction.

"Go bug Nicole, or something," Rachel said. "She likes that." Nicole glared at Rachel, who was smiling innocently as Ophelia rushed over to glomp Nicole.

"I really love all of these new friends everyone's making!" Izzy exclaimed. "And here comes another new friend, I hope, Stephanie!" A dark African Canadian girl with her black hair put into a long ponytail, wearing a light yellow women's suit, a purple undershirt, and red heels.

"Hello, competition," Stephanie said, smirking, making a fist. "I'm here to crush you all to the ground and defeat you all, and have fun!" Stephanie smiled, though everyone else looked confused. At least, until-

"Stephanie!" Isis exclaimed, rushing up to Stephanie, glomping her. "It's so nice to meet you!"

"I can't say the same," Stephanie said, gagging. "Need oxygen."

"Sorry about that," Isis said, letting go, with Stephanie looking frazzled. "You just look so… friendly."

Stephanie dusted off her suit. "I'd like to think I am, but please, personal space is necessary."

"OK," Isis said, looking down as she stepped away, but then smiled brightly again. "Ooh, I had the cutest idea!" Isis walked over to Quincy, looking worried, dragging him over to Stephanie, looking irritated, though Isis herself excitedly put her hands together. "You two would make such a cute couple!"

"I have no idea who he even is," Stephanie stated. "Besides, I don't have time for a boyfriend. I need to remain focused."

"He's Quincy," Isis said, confused. "Well, he's here in case you change your mind."

"No," Stephanie said, rubbing her forehead, then walked over to Nicole. "You, I'm hoping we are allowed on the same team."

"Thank you," Nicole said, blushing.

"I wonder if she knows Nicole's a lesbian," Rachel said. "If Stephanie's going to be that stupid-"

"I'd watch," Alistair said, smirking.

"You're sick," Rachel said, motioning putting her finger in her mouth.

"It's not contagious, you know," Katrina said, raising an eyebrow.

"I've read my share of fan fiction," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "You'd be surprised how many stories seem to make it contagious."

"You read fan fiction now?" Alistair asked, smirking.

"Go away!" Rachel yelled, stomping her foot. "Urgh!"

"Well, enough from our lovebirds over there, here's Percy!" Izzy exclaimed.

"We are not lovebirds!" Rachel yelled.

"Sure you're not," Izzy said, grinning.

A guy with blond hair reaching down to the bottom of his head stepped off the next yacht, wearing a purple tank top, shorts, and sandals. "Hello, ladies," Percy said, grinning. "Reow!"

"Gag me," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"She'll come around," Percy said, smirking, giving Rachel a thumbs up, as he walked over to Danielle. "Hello, most beautiful girl here."

"Thank you, but you're a little creepy," Danielle said, nervously backing away.

"She'll come around," Percy said.

"Is that like your catchphrase?" Nicole asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're pretty hot stuff yourself," Percy said, smirking. Nicole rolled her eyes.

"You're pretty hot stuff, too!" Ophelia exclaimed, jumping on Percy's head, causing him to wobble around the dock.

"What are-get off me!" Percy yelled.

"Whee!" Ophelia exclaimed, riding Percy as a thrill ride. "Faster! Faster! Ooh, this looks like the ride where we get wet!"

"What are you-argh!" Percy screamed as he tripped over the side of the deck, knocking Zack, who was finally climbing out again, back in, as well as landing himself and Ophelia into the water.

"Again!" Ophelia exclaimed, clapping.

"Not again, not ever again!" Percy shouted, dizzy.

"Maybe Ophelia's not so bad after all?" Katrina asked, raising an eyebrow to Rachel.

"I really hope, for your sake, she didn't hear you say that," Rachel said, nervous, as Ophelia climbed out of the water, helping Percy out as well.

"Can I get a hand?" Yancy asked, reaching upward.

"Eww, sea monster!" Ophelia yelled, stomping her foot on Yancy's hand, who fell back into the lake.

"That was Yancy, one of the contestants," Alistair said, smirking.

"Oops… sorry, Yancy," Ophelia said, looking guilty.

"You did him a favor, trust us," Alistair said.

"I feel better than, Mr. Eyebrowless!" Ophelia exclaimed.

"Stop calling me that!" Alistair snapped.

"Don't touch that dial, 'cause I'm sure everyone's excited to meet Xuxa!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Wait… didn't we already have an S-named contestant?" Katrina asked, counting on her fingers.

"It's X," Rachel said. "You know, like the Brazilian kids' show host?"

"Yeah," Walter said. "Duh, as Rachel might say."

"I wouldn't have said that," Rachel said, contorting her face in frustration.

"The twenty-fourth yacht dropped off an overweight girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair in pigtails, and wore a red tank top that was a bit too small, a short white skirt with red stripes, and pink Converse shoes.

"Hi!" Xuxa exclaimed. "Yes, I know, you all love me, but I can only choose one, and it's him!" Xuxa rushed up to Frederique, glomping him. "You can be mine!"

"Thank you," Frederique said, shrugging.

"Oh, I know we'll get along!" Xuxa exclaimed, still clinging on to Frederique. "I'm like super nice, and I'll do anything to make you happy, my love."

"Could you let go?" Frederique asked, nervous.

"If that would make you happy, my love," Xuxa said, letting go, chuckling a bit.

"I like you!" Ophelia exclaimed, glomping Xuxa. "You seem nice and happy and fun and whee!"

"I am, I promise!" Xuxa exclaimed, and the two squeed together.

"Just what we needed," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "Katie and Sadie, part two. Complete with the hot one and the not one."

"Which one is which?" Katrina asked, scratching her head, confused.

"The… the fat one, Xuxa. Not the hot one," Rachel said.

"I'm not that overweight!" Xuxa yelled, irritated. "And I'm not deaf either, you know!"

"Oh, I can change that!" Ophelia exclaimed, then screamed right in Xuxa's ear. "Is that better?"

"Why did you do that?" Xuxa yelled, rubbing her ear in pain.

"I thought you wanted to go deaf… I'm sorry if it didn't work."

"It didn't, thankfully, and please don't try again." Xuxa sighed, then smiled. "I forgive you, though! I can't stay mad!"

"Aww, thanksies!" Ophelia exclaimed, as the two squeed again.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Seriously, it's like a horrible game of tic tac toe."

"I don't get it?" Katrina asked, confused again.

"You know, Xs and Os, X for Xuxa, O for… you know, it was a bad joke."

"Just like every other one you've told," Alistair said, smirking.

"Enough out of you!" Rachel yelled, kicking Alistair in the shin, causing him to hold his leg in pain. Rachel then turned to Katrina. "What? He's been having that coming for a while now."

"You like him," Katrina said, smirking.

"I do not!" Rachel yelled, stomping her foot. "I like the sexy Frederique, I'll admit, but-"

"Frederique is mine!" Xuxa shouted, sounding almost demonic, glaring death at Rachel, who flinched.

"Yes, yes, all yours," Rachel said, wiping her forehead. "For now," she whispered to herself, rubbing her hands together.

"That's rather stereotypical villainy," Katrina said.

"I'm not the villain, though," Rachel said, looking guilty. "I'm nice…or I try to be."

"How many people have you insulted today, exactly?" Katrina asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel defiantly crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not great at it, OK?"

Katrina had her huge smile again, patting Rachel's shoulder. "You'll get there."

"Thanks," Rachel said, smiling back, then started counting on her fingers. "There's one more contestant, right?"

"Correct," Izzy said, excited, jumping up and down in place. "And I've really been super excited to finally meet her in person!" A short tanned girl with very short pink hair and a heart tattoo on her left arm was wearing bright blue lipstick, piercings everywhere, a spiked collar, white tank top, ripped faded baggy jeans, and black boots.

"Elizabeth Cox?" Nicole asked, nervous. "You seriously brought her here?"

"Oh, yes!" Izzy exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. "She sounded really cool, and we still needed an e-named contestant, and well, here she is!" Izzy glomped Elizabeth, taking her by surprise. "Welcome to the island!"

"Please let go," Elizabeth said, irritated.

"Sorry, but I'm just so super excited to meet you!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Elizabeth Cox!" Ophelia exclaimed, leaping over to glomp Elizabeth, who promptly pushed her off to the dock. "Wow, you're even cooler in person!"

"Lovely," Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes. "So, nicer atmosphere than prison. Worse food, or so I heard." Elizabeth glared at Ophelia. "And the people here are apparently more insane."

"Not all of us!" Rachel exclaimed, walking over. "Hi, Rachel B. Statler. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

"No," Elizabeth said flatly.

"Well, you will soon, I assure you! I'm going to be famous!" Rachel spread her hand out in front of her, moving it through the air slowly. "I am going to become a household name!"

"Please go away," Elizabeth said, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

"Sure, right," Rachel said nervously, going back over to Katrina.

"Are you nuts?" Katrina asked, worried, grabbing Rachel's shoulders. "You do know who that is, right? Seen her on TV a good bit, and all?"

"If you mean the railroad victim, then yes, I know who she is," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

Katrina blinked in confusion. "You really think so?"

"Positive," Rachel said. "Really bugs me, watching those ridiculously biased stories against her on TV. Kind of sick of it."

"You've got me curious now," Katrina said, smirking. "Do go on."

"Well, everyone's here!" Izzy exclaimed excitedly. "It's time to show you guys around! Follow the leader! And that's me!" Izzy started crab walking to the main island, and Bridgette, Ezekiel, and the twenty-five contestants followed behind. Izzy stopped shortly, though, looking disappointed in everyone else. "Um, when you play follow the leader, you're supposed to walk the same way that the leader walks, you guys know."

"But it's hard to film when I'm walking like that, eh," Ezekiel said, confused.

Izzy shook her head. "This part's boring. You don't need to film us walking to our destination, so don't worry about it and crab walk with me!"

Confession Vending Machine Room

Izzy: This is the nice and spacious confessional for this season. Pretty clean, too. As you can see, we have a Coca-Cola machine-I'm sorry for selling out, but I wanted to do something nice for you guys, 'cause unlike Chris, I like my peeps! Oh, and there's another machine for candy and chips. You'll each get a card that you can use twice a day in here: once for the soda machine, and once for the candy and chips machine, which, I'm sorry, means you have to choose sweet or salty for the day. (Izzy started tapping her chin.) Oh, and this is also the confessional, where you can confess your deepest, darkest secrets, mwahahaha! Of course, you all know by now that these things tend to get out, so use at your own risk! (Izzy shifts her eyes around the room) Mwahahaha!

Lindsay: (guzzling down a Grapetastic soda, then putting it down, and wiping her mouth) I can't tell you how happy I am that Izzy got Grapetastic soda! I'm been missing this stuff all the time I was on the island recently. (Izzy beams for the camera.) You're the nicest host ever!

Rachel: So I like Katrina, I really like Frederique… (Rachel swoons.) and I like Elizabeth, even though I don't think she really trusts me, and truthfully, I don't blame her. I wouldn't trust me either if I were in her spot… or if I were Katrina or Frederique, for that matter, but I swear, I'm not that mean. (Rachel taps her chin.) Sometimes. (Rachel smiles innocently.)

Walter: Pepsi is far superior to Coke, and it shall be war that Izzy would force us to consume what it the equivalent to the food Chef served in the first two seasons, and I, for one, will not put up with such an insult! (Walter picks up a Coke bottle and starts guzzling it, spilling a fair bit on his shirt.)

Bob: Hi, I'm Bob!

Elizabeth: (looking around, drinking water) It's all right here. Beats prison, for sure. Not sure about any of these people, though. I mean, I'm sure some of them are nice, but frankly, I'm a little less trusting than I'd like to be.

Ophelia: (bouncing wildly around the room, holding a Jolt Cola) CAFFEINE!

Izzy, Bridgette, Ezekiel, and the twenty-five contestants were at the bonfire area, though the eleven tree stumps were replaced with ten fairly comfortable-looking outdoor chairs. "This," Izzy stated dramatically, "is the place you will never wish to see after today. For this place means that your team has lost. The losing team will meet here and vote off one of their own in a hopefully dramatic, yet also lighthearted elimination ceremony!"

"Lighthearted," Stephanie said, crossing her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.

"Well… a little, I hope," Izzy said, smiling. "I'm Izzy! I'm all about fun! Even got some nice chairs instead of those uncomfortable stumps for you guys! See? I'm the fun host!"

"I never really thought of this place as fun, eh," Ezekiel said, shrugging.

Izzy rubbed Ezekiel's tuque. "You're so cute when you're all naïve and stuff." Izzy gave Ezekiel a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Must we bear witness to that?" Alistair asked, irritated.

"Yes," Izzy said. "That's part of the challenge! Watching me and Zekey make out!" Izzy grabbed Ezekiel close and started kissing him passionately.

Confession Vending Machine Room

Bridgette: (looking guilty, twiddling her fingers) I… kind of feel bad now, thinking how much Geoff and I did that in front of everyone. We probably should've found somewhere a bit more private.

Rachel: You and your big mouth, Alistair. (Rachel motions gagging with her finger for the camera.)

Ophelia: That looked like so much fun, Izzy and Ezekiel were having! Ooh, I wonder if they'd let me join in the fun too! Eeeiii!

Izzy, Bridgette, Ezekiel, and the twenty-five contestants were standing in front of four buildings. Or, more precisely, three buildings and a shack.

"This will be your housing for this season," Izzy announced. "Turns out contractors will really speed up the building process if you have money. So to the very left, you'll see a really nice building with a '1' on it. That building is for the winning team that week. The winners have eight individual bedrooms, eight individual bathrooms, and even a game room!"

"That's where you'll find me, ladies," Hank said, winking to the other contestants, though not getting any reaction. "Oh, come on! What do I have to do?"

"Try being not creepy, for one," Nicole said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on, seriously!" Hank shouted, exasperated, throwing his arms to the air.

Izzy coughed. "Thank you. Anyway, to the right of that is a fairly nice looking building with a '2' on it. That will be for the second place team to stay."

"Second place team," Katrina said, tapping her chin. "So that means there're three teams this season?"

"Exactly!" Izzy exclaimed, and pointed to a run-down building with a '3' on it. "That building is lodging for the third place finishers, or losers, if you will. And aside from having to stay in there, one of those people will be voted off, losing the game. Izzy will get to that later, though."

"Izzy will get-why are you speaking in the third person?" Alistair asked.

"To bug you," Izzy said, glaring at Alistair. "Now, before I was interrupted, I was going to explain the tiny little shack with the '9' on it."

"Why nine?" Stephanie asked. "Wouldn't four make more logical sense?"

"Because Trent kept bugging me until I agreed to mark it with a nine, but that's not important," Izzy said, shaking her head frantically. "That's the punishment room. It doesn't really matter whether you're a winner or loser, but you may be subject to the punishment room under certain circumstances which will be explained later. But worry not, for despite having no windows, it is air-conditioned, and there is a bathroom inside, but-"

"Coming through!" Owen shouted, shoving past everyone to get inside the '9' shack.

"Well, that's Owen's… personal bathroom, shall I say," Izzy said, grinning. "He agreed not to dirty up all of the other nice bathrooms if he always had access to this one particular bathroom. Which I assure you that you will not want to use."

"Then we won't," Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "We'll just use one of the communal bathrooms if we get quote-unquote 'punished," Rachel said, using finger quotes.

"Won't be that easy, toots," Duncan said, walking out from behind the shack, holding a large wooden stick. "You see, when you're punished, it's my job to make sure you stay punished, and that means you don't get out until breakfast."

"You guys know Duncan, right?" Izzy asked, smiling. "Duncan, contestants, contestants, Duncan."

"I love you, Duncan!" Xuxa exclaimed, glomping Duncan, leaving him looking freaked out.

"What are you doing?" Courtney yelled, rushing out from behind the shack, pulling Xuxa off of Duncan. "He's mine!"

"She'd probably make the more effective guard here," Walter said.

"I have better things to do than babysit you people," Courtney said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Like make out?" Duncan asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Duncan!" Courtney shouted, then started whispering. "Not in front of the ontestantscay."

"Why not?" Duncan asked, shrugging. "They might like a nice show!"

"Duncan!" Courtney yelled, then dragged Duncan by his ear back behind the shack.

"Ow, yes ma'am!" Duncan exclaimed, excited.

Confession Vending Machine Room

Xuxa: What the hell is her problem, Miss 'I Was a CIT'? What, I'm good enough for Duncan! I'm like the perfect girl! How could Duncan not want me?

Danielle: (filing her nails) Xuxa was an idiot, granted, but these things take patience. All I need to do is get rid of Little Miss Jerkass Sue, and Duncan will surely fall for me, because, let's face it, I'm the perfect girl, and I deserve the best guy here, and… well… that's Duncan. (Danielle blushes and smiles innocently.)

Hank: (crossing his arms over his chest) I don't get what's so great about Duncan. "Ooh, I'm bad, rawr." (Hank shakes his head.) Come on, he's just a cliché bad boy! I don't get why any girl would want someone like that.

Izzy and the others had walked a little ways away, to encounter another large, nice building. "This, my friends, is where we're keeping the interns. They will help me out with challenges and whatnot-especially the whatnot-and will hopefully keep everything running smoothly here. And if you have a problem, they're probably the right people to bug, and not me!" Izzy opened the door, and saw seven girls

"All of them are lame girls," Todd said. "Why would you get an all-girl team of losers to help-"

"Watch it!" one of them shouted. She was a tall African Canadian girl with green eyes and braided hair, and wore a white muscle shirt, black sweatpants, and dirty white tennis shoes.

"That one's Rain," Izzy said, looking around. "She's feisty, that one!"

"I want to know your names!" Rain yelled angrily, pounding her fists together as she approached the contestants. "Which one of your names start with r?"

"My friend, Rachel," Katrina said, with a huge smile as usual. "She's got an r-name."

"No, no, I'm… um… Becky!" Rachel said, nervously backing up.

Confession Vending Machine Room

Rachel: (with a black eye and bruised all over) OK, that was stupid, forgetting that Becky is short for Rebecca.

Katrina: (tearing up) I kind of messed up back there. I didn't realize Rain wanted to kill her. (Katrina sighs.)

Rachel: OK, seriously, how big an idiot is Katrina? Did she see the girl? Of course she was going to pulverize whatever unfortunate soul had the r-name! Seriously, I desperately need to find better friends here. Ones who aren't actively trying to get me killed! (Rachel breathes in and out deeply.)

Katrina: (wiping a tear from her eye) I'm sorry, Rachel. I was a little spaced out, I guess.

"I think she's had enough," Katrina said, looking nervously upon Rain pummeling Rachel on the ground.

"After what you did to me, you're lucky I'm not going hard on you!" Rain yelled.

"This isn't hard?" Rachel shouted, scared.

"Shut the hell up!" Rain yelled, and punched her again, while Katrina flinched behind her.

"Rain, I think you could stand a bit of relaxation," Izzy said, as she nervously took out a tranquilizer gun from her skirt, and shot Rain with it, knocking her out quickly. "I promise, she can be pretty nice sometimes."

"What did she have against Rachel?" Katrina asked, worried.

Izzy sighed. "Rain was supposed to be on the first season, but Eva took her place. Then she was supposed to be on this season, but she was sick, so we got substitute r-name Rachel to take her place, and she's… a little ticked off about it, I see."

"I was only a substitute?" Rachel asked, as Katrina helped her up from the ground.

"The producers thought you were a Heather clone, and didn't really want another." Izzy shrugged.

"But I'm nice," Rachel said, then glared at Katrina, who looked guilty. "But you stay far, far, far away from me! I'd rather not get killed because of you, thank you very much!" Rachel moved to the opposite end of the room.

"I'm sorry," Katrina said, looking miserable.

"That's cold," Nicole said, shaking her head.

"What?" Rachel said, defensive. "I just don't want to die today! Is that so wrong?"

"Not wrong at all!" another girl said. She had bright orange hair and purple eyes and was wearing a purple top, black pants, and purple slip-on shoes.

"That one's Margo," Izzy said.

"I wouldn't want to get killed either, and I agree! We should all make a promise not to kill other people here!" Margo proclaimed, then screamed, shivering and pointing at Elizabeth. "She's that killer!"

"She's one of the contestants," Izzy said. "She won't hurt anyone. I don't think."

"That's all the assurance I need," Alistair said, rolling his eyes.

A girl with freckles and rosy cheeks, and brunette hair tied in a ponytail walked up to the contestants, with pencil and paper in hand, wearing a white shirt, jean jacket, brown pants, and orange tennis shoes. "Hi, I'm Alyssa, and I'll be studying you guys, and this show. I really enjoy writing, and I hope to write a great story about this show, and Izzy thought it would be a great way to promote the show, to boot! If I'm lucky, my story might even go national!"

"One step at a time," Izzy said. "We'll try to get there. Anyway, Elli, please come up!"

A girl with shoulder-length auburn hair walked up to the group, wearing a hat with an ace of spades in it, a black shirt with a purple circle on it, a black skirt, and black flats. "Actually, my name is Eliza, but Izzy really likes calling me Elli, anyway."

"Watch her, she's a bit of a card shark," Izzy said, grinning.

"It's card sharp, actually," Elli said.

Izzy shook her head. "No, shark. I mean, they always play that Jaws music when you're around!" Izzy took out a small radio and pressed a button, and the Jaws theme played for a few seconds before Izzy turned it back off. "See?" Elli rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Charlotte, come on up here!"

A girl with freckles and brown hair with natural highlights wearing a black sundress with floral designs, a black leather jacket, black tights and brown cowboy boots walked up to the contestants, and started singing. "Hello my name is Charlotte, and I am not a harlot, so please don't let your war let blood staining stuff with scarlet!" Charlotte bowed.

"That was pretty nice, really," Rachel said, smiling.

"Thank you," Charlotte said, bowing again, then returning to her seat, as another girl came up. She was a very tanned girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair put in a ponytail, and was wearing a bright pink one-sleeved shirt, jean shorts, and blue Converse shoes.

"Hi guys!" the girl exclaimed. "I'm Alexis!"

"She was that nice girl in the McDonald's challenge, who Chris wanted to be mean, and she was pretty bad at it," Izzy said.

"I think I still upset Lindsay, though," Alexis said, looking down, twiddling her fingers. "I really, really want to apologize for that.

"I'll find her for you in a little bit," Izzy said, smiling. "And last, but certainly not least, I'm sure you all remember our last intern!" A lady with short brown hair and a blonde skunk streak in the middle and wearing a blue flight attendant's uniform walked up to the contestants.

"I'm Zoe," the lady said. "A little older than the rest of you guys, but I promise to be fun, and let these guys have fun, though we've still got some work to do, too, like setting up the finish line for the first challenge."

"I'm still writing, though," Alyssa said. "Can't I finish this one little part?"

"How long?" Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Five… ten… thirty minutes?" Alyssa asked, hopeful. Zoe shook her head. Alyssa shrugged. "Worth a try, anyway."

Confession Vending Machine Room

Alexis: I'm sorry Lindsay, in case you're watching!

Alyssa: My first mission: find out more about Rain. What makes her tick? What's this whole story about Rachel taking her place? (Alyssa puts on a fedora) It looks like it's my job to get to the bottom of this!

Margo: Was that one girl really just wearing a bikini? (Margo blushes) Hehe!

Izzy and Bridgette were followed by Ezekiel, holding the camera, and the twenty-five contestants into the dining area. It was bigger than before, though, with several nice tables and fairly comfortable chairs. "Welcome to the dining room!" Izzy exclaimed, excited. "Please, sit where you please!"

"Whatever Chef's making, I won't eat it," Jennie said, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat down.

"Heh," Izzy let out. "About that-"

"Hi!" Sadie exclaimed, coming out from the kitchen, carrying several plates. "We have soup for you guys to start today!" Sadie looked at her tray of bowls, and tried to find a specific one to put in front of Jennie. "Specially made banana soup, just for you!"

"No meat in this?" Jennie said, dipping her spoon into the bowl, inspecting the contents.

"Nope!" Sadie exclaimed, smiling bright.

"No vegetables? No gluten? No-"

"Just bananas, avocado, and apricot," Sadie said, placing a bowl of chicken soup before Rachel.

Jennie took a small taste of the soup, swished it around her mouth for a bit, swallowed, then smiled. "That was really nice. Thank you."

Sadie blushed, placing a bowl of soup before Todd. "Don't thank me," Sadie said, "thank-" Sadie had dropped her tray of soups as a bowl of soup was thrown at her, hitting her.

"Ha ha," Todd laughed, smirking. "What, aren't you going to eat it, you pig? You look like one, so you must eat like one, ha ha!"

Sadie started tearing up, and tried to hold back, but rushed into the kitchen.

"That really wasn't nice," Bridgette said, rubbing her forehead.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Todd teased, smirking, though fear entered his face as he was lifted by his shirt.

"You will not do that again," DJ threatened, looking menacingly into Todd's eyes while holding him by the shirt. "You will be sorry if you even think about doing that again." DJ dropped Todd, then smiled, and nervously waved to everyone. "Sorry about that, guys."

"Meet the new cook, DJ!" Izzy exclaimed, motioning over to DJ, who looked embarrassed.

"Everyone like it?" DJ asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really good," Rachel said.

"Is there more?" Xuxa asked, finishing her bowl.

"Well, that was just the starter," DJ said. "I've got some sandwiches coming out."

"I didn't get my soup yet," Katrina said, propping her head up on the table with her hands. "I don't suppose you've got any more."

"Sorry," DJ said, looking guilty. "That was… I'll try to make it up."

"I didn't get any either, so make more!" Danielle demanded, irritated.

DJ gulped. "It actually takes several hours to make it just-"

"Just do it!" Danielle demanded, pounding her fist on the table. DJ sighed, then went back into the kitchen.

"You can have my soup," Walter said. "This soup is terrible. There isn't enough salt, there's too much paprika, the chicken to broth ratio is right out-"

"If you prefer, I can go get Chef Hatchet to whip you up some grub," Izzy said, glaring at Walter. "And knowing Chef, it's likely to be literal grub."

"And besides, fat guy germs," Danielle said, shuddering. "Do not want! Do not want!"

Walter poked at his soup with his spoon. "I suppose this is edible."

Confession Vending Machine Room

Katrina: It was just as well. I don't like soup much, but I would've liked to have tried it, anyway. The sandwich was to die for, though!

Danielle: I don't get why DJ didn't make more soup. Back home, guys are usually willing to move the earth for me! (Danielle smiles cutely for the camera.)

Walter: If I were paying for such a lousy soup, I'd demand a refund. And considering how sub-par DJ's sandwich was, I should get a refund anyway. It was that bad."

Ulysses: The food was delicious. (Ulysses sighs.) Nothing like the Army. I was really looking forward to Chef Hatchet's cooking, too.

Jennie: (sighing, rubbing her arm nervously) I don't mean to complain so much, but hardly anyone respects that I'm different and care about things more than everyone else. But really, thank you, DJ! Thank you for not forgetting about me!

Izzy, Bridgette, Ezekiel, and the contestants were standing by the just-constructed finish line, waiting for the interns to clear out, minus Rain.

"You owe me ten dollars," Elli said, smirking to Alyssa, who had her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm only fourteen! That's like not right!" Alyssa said, pulling out ten dollars to give to Elli.

Elli smiled, then gave it back. "That one was a freebie. Just wanted to know you'd keep your word."

"You are mean," Alyssa said, sticking out her tongue, as she, Elli, and the other interns headed back for their room.

Izzy shook her head, then turned to the contestants. "First of all, I have great news: no one will be eliminated today!"

"Then I'm out of here," Walter said, starting to walk away.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Izzy taunted. "I mean, not unless you want to spend the night in the Nine Shack." Walter paused, then turned back, grumbling. "I'm glad you saw things my way. Anyway, what we need to do now is pick out teams!"

Rachel immediately glomped Frederique. "Can he be on my team?"

"No, me!" Xuxa shouted, glomping Frederique's other side.

"Lucky me," Frederique said, looking defeated.

"It doesn't quite work that way," Izzy said, shaking her head. "See, I don't really feel like I know you guys well enough to try to pick which personalities would go best with which other personalities, so you guys are going to pick your own teams!"

"I pick Frederique still!" Rachel exclaimed, still glomping him.

"I picked him first!" Xuxa shouted.

"You totally did not," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"That's not how you pick your own teams," Izzy said, then picked up a question mark block. "You guys have played Super Mario Bros., right?"

"Who hasn't?" Rachel asked, rolling her eyes again. "Seriously, what kind of a question is that?"

"Well, each box has a mystery prize inside!" Izzy exclaimed. "Each box has one of three medallions inside, which will represent your team. But you are not allowed to open your box until you cross the finish line, which would be difficult anyway, since I have the only key to open the boxes. After all twenty-four contestants cross the finish line with their boxes, we will open the boxes, and discover which team you will all be a part of this season!"

"This is totally ripping off this Total Drama Eek! the Cat" Rachel said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I know, where did you think I stole the idea from?" Izzy asked, smirking.

"But there're twenty-five of us, genius," Alistair said. "You said there were only twenty-four boxes, though."

Izzy feigned shock. "My oh my, that hadn't occurred to me! I guess someone's guaranteed to be spending the night in the Nine Shack!" Izzy grinned deviously. "So you'd better hurry and go!"

"So, we have to cross the finish line with one of the question mark blocks, right?" Stephanie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Correct," Izzy said.

Stephanie shrugged, then took the question block from Izzy, and hurried across the finish line before Izzy could stop her. "Guess I win then! And that's how you win!"

Confession Vending Machine Room

Stephanie: (admiring her hand) It really does help being a super genius, such as moi. Able to think the easy way to play these challenges.

Isis: (sniffling) I was really hoping to team up with Stephanie to do this, too. She's just too smart for me, I guess.

Rachel: I can't tell you how stupid I feel for not thinking of that myself. (Rachel shakes her head.)

"On your marks, get set, go!" Izzy exclaimed.

"We should totally work together!" Katrina exclaimed, smiling brightly to Rachel, who looked disgusted.

"So you can throw me to the bear or the Sasquatchanakwa?" Rachel asked, tapping her chin. "No, I don't think so!" Rachel stormed away by herself.

"I'm sorry," Katrina said, looking down.

"I'll go with you," Xuxa said, smiling bright. "And we can show that meanie who's boss!"

"Why would I want to do that?" Katrina asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She was just kind of mean to me. And you," Xuxa said. "You seem nice enough, though. Let's win this thing!"

"Well, I like the attitude! Let's do this!" Katrina exclaimed as the two went off together.

"Come, my minion," Todd said to Hank.

"Minion?" Hank asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I will need help. To cheat!" Todd exclaimed, proudly pounding his chest.

"Wouldn't it be easier just to find a chest?" Hank asked, confused. "And why am I your minion?"

Todd sighed. "I can get you the girl of your choice."

"Good enough!" Hank exclaimed.

"You OK?" Nicole asked to Veronica.

"Not really," Veronica said, shrugging. "Just kind of here. What's the point of going to look for a box, anyway? I'm sure I'd be the person not to get one. That's just how life goes for me."

Nicole sighed. "You're pretty, really."

"You're just saying that," Veronica said, looking down.

"No, I'm not, I mean it," Nicole said, patting Veronica's back. "I mean, you're no Bridgette, but-"

"I figured I wasn't that pretty," Veronica said, sighing.

"Look, I'm really trying to reach out here, but you really need to meet me half way," Nicole said. "It'll be fun, you and me, searching for our boxes… look, if we only find one box, I'll let you have it, OK?"

Veronica smiled slightly. "If we only find one box, I don't deserve it. But if we find two, I guess I could take one."

"Good enough," Nicole said, smiling.

Whew, that was a long one! But then, introducing twenty-five brand-new contestants, and seven interns… takes a bit of time. Hope this was a good start here!