Total Drama World Tour
Disclaimer: The rights of Total Drama Island belong to its distributors; Teletoon, Cartoon Network, Fresh TV, and Cake Entertainment. The characters of Chris McLean and Chef Hatchet belong to the aforementioned companies. However, the original twenty-two contestants that appear in this story belong to their creators, who are submitted by the readers.
The song "I Need a Hero", which is parodied in this chapter, belongs to the singer Bonnie Tyler.
This fan fiction is rated T for moderate language, mild violence, and mild sexual themes. You have been warned.
The list of the accepted characters is at the bottom. That way, you half to read all the way through, even if you didn't get accepted! (Insert evil laugh here) ... Of course, you could always just skip to the bottom... wait... don't do that.
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Walk Like An Egyptian - Part 1
Two years have passed since the end of one of the most succesful shows of the decade. Total Drama Action had ended with one of the contestants walking away with one million dollars. They and the others have spent the past few years enjoying their fame and fortune.
Another season was planned for the following summer, but it was eventually dropped. Chris McLean, the show's host, had concluded that the stars had outlived their usefulness. However, the fans were still begging for a new season. There had to be a way around this...
In an airport in Toronto, Chris McLean stood with a big grin on his face. For those who have seen the show before, they know that this cannot be good.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another exciting season of Total Drama," Chris declared as he threw his hands up in the air.
He walked down the runway as he continued. "Last time you saw us, Duncan took home one million dollars after winning the second season! Now, I am ready for a new group of teens to have in the palm of my hand!
"This season, eighteen teenagers will be travelling around the world, competing for another million dollars! I promise these guys are even crazier and wilder than the last ones! They are sure to bring romance, humor, and drama to Total Drama!"
A broken down bus slowly pulled up next to Chris and the metal doors swung open. The first contestant stepped off before the bus quickly drove away.
"Here is our first contestant, Daniel!"
Daniel was a muscular Caucasian teenager with brown eyes and a brown buzz cut. He was wearing a red Throwdown t-shirt, dark blue jeans, red and white Jordans, a watch, and a Yankees snap back.
He stepped off the bus with a grin that surpassed Chris'; his however, was one of determination.
"What's up, McLean?" he nodded.
"Nothing much, my man," Chris winked, "Daniel here holds a 24-0 record for fighting!"
The intimidating teenager laughed. "I will be sure to use that to my advantage in this competition." He paused. "Speaking of, where is my competition?"
"Arriving shortly," Chris confirmed.
"Excellent."
Another bus arrived and dropped off the next contestant; who had a fierce look on their face as well.
"Welcome to the show, Georgie!" Chris bellowed.
Georgie was a deeply tanned girl with a thin, wiry muscles. She had a black pixie cut and grey eyes. She was wearing orange jeans, black Doc Martens, and a white belly top with a Starbucks logo on it. Georgie also had two tattoos: one of a banana on her hip, and one of a cross on her shoulder.
"I'm here and ready to win, /censored/!" she proclaimed.
Chris and Daniel seemed taken back by this.
"Jeez, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Chris laughed.
"Yes, and you two can be next," she winked.
Silence.
"You're underage, so no," Chris said blankly.
Georgie shrugged and carried her bags and dropped them on Daniel's foot.
"Ouch!" the fighter cried. "What's in there, dumbbells?"
"Yes," she confirmed.
Daniel smiled. "Me, too!" He held up his bag.
A loud clank was heard. It came from another bus that was heading towards the group. Smoke was coming from it and it smelled like fire.
"That can't be good," Daniel noted.
What sounded like an explosion came from the bus, which had its doors open. The individual inside was somehow still alive.
"This must be Walter!"
Walter was a thin, white teenager with messy white hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing an orange button down shirt with a black jacket, blue jeans and black shoes. He had on glasses that were an inch thick.
"Great Scott!" he hit his forehead. "Another failure!" He pulled out some blueprints. "Oh, well. Back to the drawing board."
Chris scratched his head. "You okay, dude? I can get sued if you blow yourself or anyone else up."
"What were you trying to do, anyway?" Georgie asked.
Walter took a deep breath. "Well, my objective was to discover if Einstien's theory of relativity was accurate or not. So, I took the protons of a homozygous dominant prokaryote and injected it in the nucleolus with hydrofluoric resin. If I were correct, the reaction of the catalyst would have subsequently..."
"I stopped listening after 'well'," Chris groaned.
"That was the first word I said."
"I know."
Another bus pulled up to the runway. This one had neon lights flashing on the inside with pop music playing loudly. Instead of the contestant being in the bus, they were standing on the roof dancing rather promiscuously.
She was a light-skinned girl with green eyes and black hair with green highlights. Her body was very attractive; curvy, big hips, a small waist, and a large chest that Daniel and Walter could not help but stare at.
Her outfit consisted of a green sleeveless button up with tie strings at the end that are tied in a bow, black tights, and black flats. She also has a green bandana worn as a headband.
"I am very happy to give a warm welcome to Deylanie," Chris grinned.
Deylanie first winked at the camera, and then Chris; then she blew a kiss to Walter and Daniel (the former then fainting).
She walked over to Georgie and grinned sexily. "My, my, aren't you athletic."
"Thanks," she grinned back, " I work out a lot."
"Mm, I'm sure you do, sweetheart."
As Daniel tried to wake up Walter, and Deylanie flirted, another bus pulled up.
The doors opened and off stepped a tall and thin teenager with slick black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a black tie and red sweatervest, beige khakis, and black dress shoes. He carried a brief case as well as his suitcase.
"Xavier, how's it going?" Chris asked him.
He did not respond. Xavier was on his cell phone, arguing with someone.
"I already told you, what we need to do is stop letting all of these immigrants in America! ... No, you need to understand that the poor are the lower people. We need to look after those that put money into the economy, not the other way around! ... I love you to, mom, goodbye."
Xavier ended the phone call, visibly annoyed.
"Hello, Mr. McLean," he stuck out his hand to shake with Chris, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Interesting phone call," Chris pointed out.
"You agree, right?" Xavier cried out. "Immigrants are what tears America apart! They're taking all of our jobs"
Chris paused. "Wasn't your country founded by immigrants?"
"That's not the point!"
"Well, you work fast," Chris laughed.
"What do you mean?"
The host explained. "Half of the audience probably hates you already. You've already pissed off the immigrants and Democrats."
"Good."
Another bus raced to the runway and stopped on a dime before nearly hitting Xavier in the side. He jumped up and fell on Deylanie.
"Hey there," she grinned.
"Uh... hi."
More music was coming from the bus, this time it seemed to be techno music. It surpisingly sounded very good. "Drinking From The Bottle" by Calvin Harris, it was, according to Chris.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a big hand to Lucien! This isn't just a song on a playlist, he is playing this himself!"
Walter and Georgie clapped impressed.
The doors swung open with a smoke machine blocking their view for a moment. It eventually cleared, and Lucien stepped out.
His skin color was somewhat of a mocha color, caramel eyes, and slightly spiked ebony black hair, covered by a neon green fitted cap. He was wearing a platinum grey jacket with neon green stripes, a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and grey Nike sneakers. He also had cherry read Beats by Dre around his neck.
"You're really talented," Walter complimented.
"Thanks," Lucien grinned, "I've been working on that one for the better part of three months now. But now it's perfection."
Chris seemed genuinely impressed. "That was even better than the one on your audition tape, man!"
"Thanks, bro!" Lucien nodded. "Hey, mind of I make a shout out to those who helped me get here?"
"Go for it."
Lucien turned to the camera. "I would like to thank David Guetta, who inspired me to get into music! Also, my camera guy, Yancy! You rock!"
"That's enough, DJ man," Chris frowned, "we're going to be out of time."
Another bus, this time with no music, pulled up to the group. It abruptly stopped before its passenger ran out quickly.
"Learn to drive, you scum!" they shouted.
"Screw you, kid!" the driver snapped, sounding somewhat intoxicated.
The contestant dusted themselves off and scoffed. "Your driver had one to many, Chris."
"You're probably right, Shaylie," he laughed.
Shaylie was a short girl with an athletic body. She had sandy blonde hair in a ponytail, hazel eyes, and olive skin. She had a scar on her right hand and several bruises along her right shin. She is wearing a Lionel Messi jersey, black and white soccer shorts, blue and black Etnies, and a shark tooth necklace.
She took out a soccer ball from behind her back and started bouncing it on both knees.
"Hey, over here!" Daniel called.
Sahylie grinned and kicked the soccer ball to Daniel as hard as she could.
Unfortunately for Daniel, the ball hit him in a very sensitive place.
"Mother of God," he whimpered and fell to his knees.
Lucien and Walter rushed to his side, aiding him. They shot a glare at Shaylie, who looked half apologetic and half satisfied.
"Sorry," she said; it was still not clear if she was truly sorry or not.
The next bus pulled up and stopped steadily. There was apparently a new driver, as this one did not smell of vodka.
"Holly, how's it going?"
Holly was a pale, short, and thin girl with curly orange hair and bright green eyes. Holly was also wearing a white T-shirt With a Triforce and a Mario Mushroom on it, blue jeans, and pure white high tops.
She did not say anything, as she was occupied by playing on a Nintendo 3DS.
"Hi," she said quietly.
Chris smirked. "Anything you want to say to the viewing world?"
"Yes! New high score!" she exclaimed, not taking her eyes off her game.
"Okay then..."
Lucien seemed interested. "What are you playing?"
"Super Mario Brothers," she replied, her eyes still glued to the game.
"The new one?" he asked.
"Original," she confirmed.
"I didn't think they had the very first one for the 3DS."
Holly shrugged. "I hacked it."
"Oh."
As it had been for the past eight contestants, the rigid old bus came by and dropped off another contestant. In contrast to the first two contestants, she had a cheerful expression on her face.
"Hey, guys, move out of the way! Intern is coming through with our water supply!" Chris warned.
Off the bus stepped a beautiful teenage girl. She had very fair skin, blue eyes, and thick, wavy blonde hair that went down to her mid-back. She was wearing a pink t-shirt, with her midriff exposed, skinny jeans, and sandals. She also had a pink headband.
"Welcome to the show, Emma!"
"Hi," she smiled happily.
Xavier and Lucien seemed particularly interested in her. The two raced over to her, both of them grinning wildly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Xavier grinned, he stuck out his hand and shook with her.
"You too," she smiled happily.
Lucien looked her in the eyes and grinned. "You have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen."
"Thank you," she blushed, "you have really nice eyes, too!" She turned to Xavier. "Both of you!"
Both Xavier and Lucien's faces were more red than Holly's hair.
Chris put his arm around the two guys. "Alright, knuckle heads, move out of the way, that intern is..."
SPLASH!
"AAHHHHH!"
Everyone turned to Emma, whose hair, now drenched in the water, covered her entire face.
"You okay?" Xavier asked her.
"Mmph..."
"I'm sorry?"
"Mmph..."
Lucien raised a brow. "Say that again?"
"MMPH!"
The DJ turned to Chris. "Is she going to be okay?"
Chris shrugged. "That happened in her audition tape. She's just going to have to wait until it dries."
"How long will that take?"
"I don't know. I don't care, either."
Another bus came up to the group and slowly stopped near them. A tan-skinned teenage guy with brown hair and green eyes walked off the bus at a fast pace. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and white sneakers.
"Why is my bus the only one with an alcoholic?" Shaylie cried out.
"Poor luck, I guess," Chris suggested.
"I blame Obama," Xavier muttered.
Chris slapped his forehead. "Of course you do."
The teenager finally spoke. "Uh, hi."
Finally getting back into the swing of things, Chris nodded. "Aidan! Welcome to the show!"
Aidan, still having the excited look on his face, double high fived Chris. "I am totally psyched to be here, Chris! A free trip around the world, how cool is that?"
"Not as cool as you,'' Deylanie purred, as she made her way toward Aidan.
"Hi," he grinned wildly, "is your name as pretty as your face?"
On the outside, Aidan seemed pretty confident with his choice of words. On the inside, not so much.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded to know from himself.
"I'm Deylanie," she smiled seductively.
Aidan nodded. "So, that's a yes then."
She put her hand on his shoulder, and he turned bright red. "So, can I carry your bags?" he asked her.
"You were the one who just arrived, silly," she smiled.
"Oh yeah..." he said, chuckling at his own stupidity. He mentally smacked himself for that one.
Another bus pulled up quickly to the cast, dropping off another girl. It drove away quickly.
She was a lightly tanned, curvy girl with turquoise eyes and bleach blonde hair that reached the end of her shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse, a medium length grey plaid skirt, black fingerless gloves, high-heel shoes, a golden necklace with a golden 'V', and triangular glasses.
"Viktoriya!" Chris exclaimed with a bad Russian accent. "Welcome to America," he said slowly.
"You know I've lived here my whole life, yes?" she asked him. She had a thick Russian accent, however.
Chris shook his head. "Sure," he exaggerated that word, "you have. Psh, immigrants."
"WHERE?" Xavier shouted.
The Republican groaned when he saw Viktoriya. "Great. A commie."
"What are you talking about, friend?" she asked. "I grew up here. My father owns a business. I am an American citizen."
"That word is a privilege," Xavier barked.
Chris turned to the camera. "See? Even better than last year."
"This is going to be a long season," Georgie sighed.
Another bus arrived, the driver throwing the next contestant off in a huff.
"That's for trying to take my booze, kid!" the driver shook his fist.
"It was for our safety!" the teenager cried out.
Said teenager was of average height and weight. He had shaggy black hair, with brown eyes, and tan skin, covered in freckles. He was wearing a sweatshirt that was red on the hood and sleeves, but grey on the torso; black, slightly form fitting black jeans, glasses, and black TOMS. A small grape soda pin is attached to the front of his shirt, on the right side.
"Hey, James," Chris greeted.
"If you don't mind, I prefer Jamie," he chuckled.
Chris shook his head. "I do. That's kind of girly, dude. In fact, it's kind of-"
"Shut the hell up," Jamie snapped at him.
"Jeez, man where are you manners at?" the host chuckled.
Jamie smacked his forehead. "Never end a sentence in a preposition. Now you're just trying to annoy me!"
"That is one hundred percent accurate," Chris confirmed.
The author sighed and walked over to the other teens. "Hi," he said, "I'm Jamie."
"Hey, dude," Lucien greeted.
"Nice headphones," Jamie complimented, "where'd you get them?"
"I don't know, man," the DJ replied, "they were a gift."
"Oh, cool."
Emma skipped over to Jamie. "Hi! It's nice to meet you! I'm Emma!"
"Save the chit-chat for later," Chris ordered them, before Jamie could reply.
Another bus quickly pulled up to the now much larger group. The bus was skeewing to the side, so it was safe to say that this was the same intoxicated driver from just a few moments ago.
"Take it easy on the booze, man," the teen laughed.
"I'll try," the driver smiled.
"Thanks for the ride, have a good day!" he called before stepping off.
"Don't tell me what to do."
Chris put his arm around the teen. "Jerome! What's up, brother?"
Jerome was a tall, muscular African-Canadian. He had black dreadlocks and brown eyes. He was wearing an open, dark yellow, short-sleeved button-downwith tight black t-shirt underneath; tan cargo shorts, black Adidas sneakers and a thin gold chain around his neck.
"Nothing much, man," Jerome smiled.
"Those civil rights groups will totally be on my ass, you're the only black guy here," Chris explained.
Jerome rolled his eyes. "Good observation," he said sarcastically.
"The correct term is African-American," Xavier explained, "apperentally /censored/ is no longer tolerated."
Silence.
"You're lucky there are cameras here, boy," Jerome snapped, "and I ain't African-American. I've never been to the states. I live here in Canada."
Xavier laughed. "Clam down, man! I was joking."
"Just don't do it again," Jerome looked him in the eye.
He nodded.
"Sorry for snapping," he rubbed the back of his head, "I'm a nice guy. We cool?"
Xavier shrugged. "Whatever."
Another bus pulled up next to the group and this time, the driver did not seem to be intoxicated.
"Our last male contestant, Zane!" he clicked his tongue.
"From One Direction?" Deylanie gushed.
Zane walked off the bus. "No. God, that has been annoying me for the past two years."
He was a thin, pale teenager with medium-length brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a grey shirt with "Atari" written on it, blue jeans, and grey sneakers. It was notable that he had a very bored look on his face.
"So are we going to get this thing started or what?" Zane demanded to know.
"Eager to get voted off, man?" Daniel chuckled.
The teen shook his head. "No way, I'm winning this thing."
"We can't," Chris said, "we still have two more contestants to arrive. This is going a lot more slow-paced than I thought."
The second to last bus pulled to a steady stop and its doors swung open.
"Aria!" Chris shouted.
Aria is very curvaceous; she has a large chest, small waist, and wide hips. She has thick and curly jet-black hair with a white streak. She has purple eyes and tan skin. She is wearing a fitted unbuttoned sky blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves; a white half-top tank, khaki short shorts; a brown belt with a golden buckle, brown high heeled booties, a golden cross necklace, and matching bracelets on each wrist - they're smooth, round, and yellow-orange.
She also has beauty mark under her left eye; her nails are long and painted black; she wears dark red lipstick; she has small scar on her left shoulder blade and right thigh (though it's hard to notice); On the back of her neck in black letters is a small tattoo that says 'PICASSO'. [1]
"Hi, everyone," she smiled.
"Hey," all of the boys (except Jamie), Deylanie, and Georgie said in unison, not taking their eyes off her chest.
Aria apperentally noticed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Pervs," she muttered.
"Don't act like you don't like it."
"Who said that?"
Georgie slowly raised her hand.
The last bus pulled up quickly, stopping on a dime.
"Our final contestant, Xena!" Chris proclaimed.
Xena had ghostly white skin, purple eyes, and long blonde hair. She was very short and under-developed, looking as if she was about ten. Xena was wearing a torn green shirt that exposes stomach and torn faded jean shorts. She is also wearing beat up sandals and has a purple bandana on her head. She has lots of dark eye make up.
"Don't any of these girls have normal names? Xavier groaned. "I mean, Holly and Emma are normal, but seriously? Shaylie? Xena? Deylanie? What the heck were everyone's parents thinking in the mid to late 90s?"
"Probably, 'hey, the economy is freaking great right now'!" Holly chuckled.
Silence.
"What? Does nobody watch the news?"
"I do. But only FOX," Xavier replied.
"Of course you do," Chris shook his head.
Xavier shook his head. "Still. Freakin' weird name."
"You know I can hear you, right?" Xena said.
"Yes," Xavier replied plainly.
"I wasn't talking to you," she said, and then turned to Shaylie.
Shaylie paused. "I didn't say anything."
"I heard you thinking it," she whispered.
"O...kay..."
At the time being, a plane has arrived, causing the contestants to flinch at the harsh noise. It was Chef driving the expected Jumbo Jet.
"Now boarding," Chris had announced, leaving a few of those worried; one of those was Viktoriya.
"I have flown many times, and I can say for sure that this plane is not in perfect flying condition," Viktoriya had looked up.
Chris was not at all worried, "Relax, relax. It's okay. This plane is absolutely safe. Promise."
It didn't look so safe in various places, but the cargo door had fallen off, startling Jamie.
"NOW BOARDING," Chris said once again, as loud and happy as he could be until Jamie had enough.
"I THINK I WANT GO HOME NOW! I'LL JUST BE ON MY-" he started, but fainted.
Chris had pinched him in the shoulder, and knocked him out.
The host glared, "Anybody else got a problem with it?"
"No."
"Sounds good!"
"I call dibs on the aisle seat!"
Chris continued. "Now aboarding... on a voyage to a million big ones! We're saving you a first class seat for all the action right here! On Total... Drama..." his voice changed to singing. "Woooorld... Tooooour!"
(In the Jumbo Jet, Economy Section)
The sixteen teenagers walked onto the plane, Daniel carrying the still unconscious Jamie over his shoulders. Chris Maclean was leading them, with Chef following up from behind. The large man walked passed them all, up to the cockpit. Chris stopped the teenagers and smiled, gesturing around the interiors.
"This is the economy class, the section of the plane where most of you will be spending most of your time," he said.
They all looked around. There were no seats in the economy class, just a long bench on each side with broken seat belts against the wall. Baggage holders were above the alleged seats, but they were broken. A leak was coming from the ceiling.
"How is it leaking? It's not raining outside." Xavier pointed to a window, where it could be seen that there was not a cloud in the sky.
"What's the in-flight movie?" Holly asked. "I hope its Harry Potter or something like that!"
"There is no in-flight movie," Chris confirmed.
"What?" she asked, very upset. "But there's always an in-flight movie!"
Chris shook his head. "Not in the economy section. This'll be for those who don't win throughout the competition."
"I better get a good look then," Zane nodded, "because this will be the only time I am here."
"Arrogance much?" Daniel asked.
"Nope, I'm just realistic," he corrected.
Daniel shook his head. "If you say so."
"Chris," Aidan raised his hand, "where are the beds? Are they in storage or something?"
"Again, things like movies and beds were made for winners, not for losers," Chris said.
Most of the contestants started to protest, but Chris waved them away. "Hey, all the more reason to try hard to win in these challenges."
"I can't sleep without a firm mattress," Deylanie whined. She turned to Walter. "But I can always use you as a bed, right tiger?"
Walter sat down on a bench and crossed his legs. "I'm sorry, what?"
(In the Jumbo Jet, Cafeteria)
"This is where we'll have our gatherings," Chris said, gesturing around. "The losers will have breakfast, lunch, and dinner here. The winners, however, will dine in first class. Hope you all like airline food?"
"Ugh, that stuff makes me sick," Lucien groaned in disgust, grabbing his stomach.
"Then I guess you better try hard to win, my dude!" Chris laughed.
Shaylie cracked her knuckles. "I know I will!"
Suddenly, Jamie awoke. "I HEARD A SENTENCE FRAGMENT!"
Chris ignored him and went on explaining the rules. "Anyway, the audience already knows this, but now I will tell you. Of course, you may be able to tell based on..."
"Get on with it," Zane groaned.
The host narrowed his eyes at Zane. "This season, every episode, every contestant must engage in a musical number!"
"That's stupid," Daniel protested.
"That's lame," Shaylie whined.
"That's awesome!" Emma and Jerome shouted at the same time.
Ignoring the cries of annoyance and excitement, Walter raised his hand. "Chris, where's the bathroom?"
"Just through there," he pointed to a door.
"Thanks."
(In the Jumbo Jet, Confessional Bathroom)
Walter faced the toilet and unfastened his pants, the camera thankfully facing his back. He heard a faint beeping and zipped up his pants. He turned around and gasped.
"There's a camera in here? For the love of Darwin!" Walter yelled.
(In the Jumbo Jet, Cafeteria)
The inventor walked up to Chris, very annoyed. "Why is there a camera in there, man? You're not a... you know...?"
"No," Chris snapped, "you walked into the wrong bathroom. That's the confessional bathroom. The one across the hall has no camera. I promise."
"It better not," Georgie shook her fist.
Xena shook her head. "But why did it have to be in a bathroom in the first place? You did that for the first season, too... But not for the second season, what gives?"
"I don't choose where these things are put, people. I'm the host, not the creator. Blame the producers, not me. I don't even come up with the challenges, so shut your traps, so we can finish the tour and get this bird in flight!" Chris snapped.
Viktoriya raised her hand. "You said something about first class?"
"Yes," the now very annoyed host sighed, "just follow me."
As the contestants started to follow Chris through the plane, Zane pulled Emma aside. "Do you mind if I talk to you for a second?"
Emma grinned. "I was just about to ask you the same question."
(In the Jumbo Jet, First Class)
"Now this is more my style," Xavier grinned, rubbing his hands together.
The first class area had many luxurious furnishings. Soft velvet chairs were in place of the hard wooden benches, a mini bar was loaded with soft drinks and bottled water, and a large flat-screen TV was in the center.
"I agree," Zane, who had just arrived, nodded, "I could deal with this."
Georgie cracked her knuckles. "This place has enough room for me to work out, thankfully."
Daniel nodded in agreement; he was looking foreward to working out as well.
"And room for other things," the athlete grinned sexily.
Suddenly, Daniel found his face to be very red. He looked down and ran to go sit down somewhere and crossed his legs.
(In the Jumbo Jet, Bathroom Confessional)
Daniel sat with his legs crossed. "What is it with that girl?"
(In the Jumbo Jet, Drop of Shame)
Chris was standing in front of a wide-open door. Wooden stands were on the opposite side of the room, and a podium near the far wall.
"This is where the elimination ceremonies are going to be," Chris Maclean announced to all the contestants. "Each ceremony, the losing team will be will cast their votes as usual, and all but one will recieve a bag of airline-issue peanuts."
He held up a disgusting, rotten bag of peanuts.
"Oh God," Aidan gagged.
"Can peanuts even get rotten?" Aria cried.
"Now, if you don't receive a bag of peanuts, you must exit via the Drop of Shame. You all will vote for who you want to go by stamping a passport of your least favorite teammate," Chris continued.
"What if there is a tie in the votes?" Jamie asked.
The host cleared his throat. "That has never happened in Total Drama history before, but it may happen this season. There will be a tie-breaker challenge."
Shaylie raised her hand. "Who is on what team this season?"
"That will be determined by our first challenge," Chris explained.
"Follow up question: what is our first challenge?"
Chris wagged his finger. "I'm not giving that away. It would spoil the fun."
(In the Jumbo Jet, Cafeteria)
Time past by, and the plane was up in the air. The contestants all sat in the cafeteria of the café, all pondering what the future held. There was barely any talking, mostly because none of them knew anyone else that well.
"So, anyone have any idea where we're going?" Aidan asked aloud.
Walter looked at his watch. "It's been apporxamitely three hours since the plane took off, and we are still over the Pacific Ocean. We are most likely headed somewhere in Europe or Africa."
Aidan seemed impressed. "You're pretty smart, man."
"Thanks, I'm working to get my Ph.D!"
"At sixteen? That's really impressive!"
Xavier nodded. "I'm trying to get my bachelor's degree in political science. What's your field?"
"Chemistry," Walter replied.
"Hey, my Uncle Kyle is a chemistry teacher!"
"No kidding!"
Unable to take anymore of this boring conversation, Zane groaned. "Chris, where ever you are, give us something to do!"
Holy was about to reply to this when a musical chime suddenly rang, startling everyone. Chris McLean was standing there in the doorway, dressed in a fancy suit and holding a cane.
"Whenever you hear that friendly little bell, it's musical number time! Is everyone ready to sing?" Chris said, moon walking into the room.
"What should we sing?" Emma asked.
"You have to make it up as you go! Wouldn't be challenging otherwise, no would it?" Chris smirked.
Zane groaned.
"Don't look so annoyed. You wanted something to do!"
"I should have kept my big mouth shut."
I Want My Summer
Parody of "I Need a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler
Emma: Where have all my summers gone
And where is all the fun?
Aidan: Where's the six foot tidle waves
That I can ride on
Deylanie: Isn't there a sexy guy the media promised me?
Late at night, I toss and I turn and I know
This will be a bummer
All: I want my summer!
Daniel: I'm waiting for my summer till the end of season
It's got to be fun
And it's sure got to last
Xavier: It sure stands to reason
I want my summer!
Zane: To not give me it would surely be treason
It's got to be hot
And it's got to be great
It's got to last my life!
Last my whole life!
Daniel and Jamie: Sometime during school
When I'm sitting at my desk
Summer is just beyond my reach
Summer is reach out to me
Holly and Walter: Racing in Mario Kart, my Wii will overheat
It's going to take a lot to get me off my feet
All:I want my summer!
I'm waiting for my summer till the end of season
It's got to be fun
And it's sure got to last
It sure stands to reason
I want my summer!
To not give me it would surely be treason
It's got to be hot
And it's got to be great
It's got to last my life!
I want my summer!
I'm waiting for my summer till the end of the season
Jerome: And when my dance shoes fit like a glove!
Out dancing on my feet
Lucien: I just know there's someone, somewhere
Loving my beat
Georgie and Shaylie: After April's wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel it's
Just about to arrive
All:I want my summer!
Viktoriya: I'm waiting for my summer till the end of season
Aria:It's got to be fun
Xena: And it's sure got to last
It sure stands to reason
All: I want my summer!
To not give me it would surely be treason
It's got to be hot
And it's got to be great
It's got to last my life!
I want my summer!
I'm waiting for my summer till the end of the season!
Chris was apperentally not paying attention to any of that, because when the contestants finished their musical number, he was reading a newspaper.
"Oh, Family Circus," he smiled, "you never cease to amuse me."
Chef Hatchet's voice suddenly took over the loud speaker. "Enough singing, fruit cakes! Strap yourselves in! We are now beginning our descent into Egypt. Musical numbers - worst idea ever. Chris is such an idiot. Why is the PA light still on? ... Ohsh-"
"We'll be right back," Chris narrowed his eyes.
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To Be Continued.
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Author's Note: Whoa, this took me about half a day to type. I started at around 9:30 in the morning, did others things, and now here, at 9:30 at night, I am done. Again, I was stunned at how quickly the reviews came. Thanks to everyone who submitted a character!
Current Location: Approaching Egypt
Remaining Contestants: Aidan, Aria, Daniel, Deylanie, Emma, Georgie, Holly, James, Jerome, Lucien, Shaylie, Viktoriya, Walter, Xavier, Xena, Zane
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Thanks to all of those who submitted their characters!