User blog:Pierzina/Total Drama Reloaded – 01. Rings A Bell



Ever since I was young, I've always been a big fan of Total Drama. When I was eleven I used to always scroll through the Total Drama Revenge of the Island talk page and scour information on the season. Unfortunately, season four was built up to sort of spell the beginning of the end of the series. I was always interested in the beta designs and the original concept of "Total Drama Reloaded" which is why I took it upon myself to make a reimagining of the series from my own perspective to make it more enjoyable. Of course, with this I decided to take some of the character concepts and alter them. So keep an open mind when you read this, because a lot of the characters have been given new attributes, despite at their core still being the same character they are in the series. Thank you for reading this little note and please enjoy the pilot episode of this series!

Chris: [voiceover] For the past two seasons, we've gone through an abandoned film set and even around the world. This time, we're revisiting the place where it all began – and this time, with a brand new cast.

[a honk is heard in the distance, from a yacht containing the first camper]

Chris: However, these newcomers aren't exactly aware of what they're getting into. Beauty fades with time, and Wawanakwa has developed a new taste for danger.

[the camera zooms out and pans across the island, revealing a much darker and brooding atmosphere, equipped with treacherous slopes, cavernous pits, and a cemetary]

Chris: This season, the only constant is going to be the DRAMA. With new twists in play, our fresh cast on their toes, who knows what will come about? Find out on Total Drama RELOADED!

[theme song plays]

[a yacht carrying a tall, androgynous looking teenage reaches a halt]

Chris: Ah, ah, ah. Is that our first camper I hear?

[she jumps onto the dock, furthering

Mary: Spare me your lame-o one liners and stick to what you're going to be doing - handing me my money by the end of this summercamp trip from hell.

Chris: A little arrogant, are we?

Mary: Not without reason.

Chris: Well I hope our next arrivee takes to your personality as well as I do.

[the screen moves towards the next yacht coming at a rapid pace, revealing a slyly looking teen with a visible cloud of odor surrounding them]

Chris: Welcome... [reads from a cue card] Scott!

Scott: How's it to ya? [looks around at the clearly disheveled island] Nice place ya got here, man. Gotta love that distinct nuclear odor that only chemical waste can bring, eh!

Mary: Are we sure the STENCH is from the island? You look like you bathed in a dumpster - god forgive me for implying you BATHE!

Scott: Pfft, don’t you got a drag show you gotta be at hun?

Mary: Why, you-

Chris: As MUCH as I enjoy basking in this pleasant air of conflict already, please wait until we actually reach campgrounds to engage in combat, it’s better for runtime.

[the next yacht appears, beholding a slender, statuesque teenage girl who appears to be fumbling with a chain necklace, she steps off nonchalantly]

Chris: Welcome, Zoey! Now, aren’t you happy to be here?

Zoey: I reserve my right to plead the fifth. Speaking of here, how come the island suddenly got all… cool?! I’ve never been surrounded by so much gunk and legitimate danger to my life! I never would have seen something like this had I listened to my [mutters] dad.. and stayed back in that horrible small town.

Chris: I asked a simple question. No need for a life story.

Scott: Well, well, well. What do we have here? Our own go-go girl.

Zoey: Excuse me, I’ll let you know I exclusively shop at Innercity Outfitters, but I don’t expect YOU to know that since judging by your general appearance, you couldn’t possibly have taste in anything remotely COOL! You probably listen to Tim McGrew!

Mary: Can we skip introducing Annie Mae and proceed with introducing me to the rest of my poor excuses of “competition”.

[Zoey walks down the dock and crosses her arms as she stands between the two other present participants]

[the next yacht makes its way through the waters, carrying a noticeably tall, slim looking male with spiky hair, almost looking intimidating before he trips before making his way off]

Chris: Well, everyone, that fool who just embarassed himself is Mike!

Mary: Klutz, much?

Mike: [awkwardly gets down from the boat and waves unassuradely] Hey..!

[they all look at him, unimpressed. He makes his way down the dock in silence.]

[loud rap music is heard in the distance, indicating the next yacht which held a visibly muscular African-Canadian teen]

Lightening: Yo-yo! What’s up my man? This our crib? Where am I gonna shoot hoops?

Zoey: Don’t tell me he’s one of those guys.

Chris: Yes, this is your “crib”, not mine, as I-

Scott: Stay in an airstream.

Mary: With A. C.

Mike: [gestures behind him] That-a-way!

Lightening: Pfft, whatever.. gotta make do!

[the next yacht approaches, a stern looking man with a sharp unibrow and a buzzcut jumps off the side and stands infront of Chris, maintaining perfect posture]

Brick: Seargent Brick now reporting for duty! Name the task, sir! I’ll do it - literally, anything. Please. What do I do now?

[the contestants off to the sidelines exchange skeptical glances]

Chris: Well… uh, [scratches head] you can… stand over there. [points to the rest]

Brick: SIR, YES, SIR! [marches to the end of the dock, not making eye contact with the participants once]

Zoey: [whispering to Lightening] Mommy issues or daddy issues? Or should I flip a coin.

Lightening: Daddy issues? Never! My dad is my bromie, yo!

[Zoey raises her eyebrow]

[the next constant appears within the distance, an exceptionally large individual]

Chris: Here comes B!

Mary: B for what? Big?! IF HE STEPS ON THIS DOCK IT’S GONNA BREAK!

[the contestants wince as he makes his way down, only to look up and see that he already stepped down like a feather]

Chris: Welcome to the isla-

Lightening: Hey brother from another mother! What’s up my man? [offers B a high five] Finally some real COMPANY up in here!

B: [stares at Lightening intensely]

Lightening: Yo, is there something wrong with you or somethin’?

Dawn: B prefers to express himself with action, not words. Please graciously accept his choice.

Scott: Woah, woah, woah. Since when was she here?!

Chris: Uuuuh.. this must be Dawn! She’s special.

Zoey: More like poser. Her entire shtick seems manufactured. She’s not actually cool, like I am.

Mike: [flusters] Yeah.. can you teach me how to be cool?! Please? You may not have noticed but.. [whispers] I’m socially awkwaaaard..

Zoey: I think we’ve gathered that.

Dawn: Oh, Zoey. So sad that you feel the need to maintain a thick layer of independence to mask your insecurities. It’s okay to be scared, I know you didn’t have that many friends growing up..

[everyone gawks at Dawn’s comment in how peculiar it is]

Dawn: Oh, I’m sorry. Did I ruin the mood? [blushes] My bad... I’ll go tend to the mutated squirrels.

Scott: When I found out the island was deranged I didn’t expect the people would be as well.

[bubblegum pop is heard blasting as a beautiful redhead pops out of the yacht, presenting herself in a over-the-top matter]

Chris: You may know her from being the heiress to her father’s restaurant chain, Dakota Milton!

Dakota: Thank you, Chris. You can leave the rest of the introducing to ME! [girly squeal] I am sooooooo, like, a big fan of this show. I saw the episode where they were in like, Paris or whatever and I KNEW it was for me. I LOVE Paris! So, is this like, the airport or whatever? [looks around] I wouldn’t be shocked, I’ve like totally seen worse. This one time I-

Chris: Uh, no. [smiles devilishly] This is where you’ll be staying for the next four weeks. Doesn’t that just make your heart flutter, Dakota? [expecting a tantrum] Dakota: Hm.. you know, this isn’t so bad. Think of the HEADLINES! “Dakota recycles rundown, environmentally hazardous wasteland into a marvelous shopping island”! That’s a magazine I’D wanna read! [giggles]

Mary: Don’t you already have enough money? Why are you here?

Dakota: Duuuuuh! Because I want to increase my revenue! The more people who know about me, the more money I make in the first place! Afterall, I am an aspiring actress who dabbles in music… soon you’ll never be able to hear the END of me! [smiles]

Lightening: Well, that’s a pity! Lightening ain’t got time for no frou-frou girly games, I am ready to WIN!

Brick: You’ll have to get through me first, cohort, and I don’t fall easy! [a wandering crab bites at his ankle and he immediately plunders to the ground, causing minor concern in Dawn, B, and Mike]

Dakota: Ugh! I hate when people get like, hurt. The attention should be on ME, hello? I like, just arrived!

[the next participant, a busty tan woman with puffy hair makes her way down from the yacht]

Anne Maria: Ay, I tell ya. I ain’t wanna get off that thing! Haven’t rode something as nice as that since the Brooklyn subway installed heat warmers in the seats!

Chris: Howdy, Anne Maria.

Anne Maria: [examimes the island] This whole chemical waste thing you gots going on ain’t going to affect me is it?

Chris: Mistakes happen. [winks]

Anne Maria: [gasps and walks down the dock, petrified]

[another yacht makes its way, showing off a round female with a neutral expression]

Staci: Hay, Chris. Do you think you can help me off? I’m just reaaaaally tired from all that walking onto the yacht and stuff.

Anne Maria: Personally, I’d be walking more if I was you!

Staci: Fiiiiiiiiiine, I’ll do it, I suppose. [musters enough energy to make her way down] I am an excellent runner, by the way. I’m on the track team. Lightening: You a big fat liar!

Dakota: [makes eye contact with camera] Literally!

Chris: Welcome Staci, enjoy your visit because it sure won’t be for long.

Staci: [shrugs and makes her way down]

[the next boat approaches carrying a scrawny little white boy]

Chris: Welcome...Cameron!

Cameron: [reluctantly reaches a foot off the boat] Is this dock sanitized? I don’t wanna catch anything.

Chris: Like a life?

Cameron: Excuse me?

Chris: Just saying dude, you might wanna make up your mind before- [The yacht speeds off, sending Cameron careening onto the dock]

Cameron: My everything hurts…

Mike: I’ve been there before man.

Dakota: HEY! [Cameron and Mike turn around] Nobody cares.

[the second to last yacht approaches carrying a pudgy man in tight fitting clothes]

Sam: Hey guys! [winks at Anne Maria] M’lady.

Anne Maria: And just what do you think you’re doing? Stop giving me the creeps!

Sam: Whatever. You girls are all the same, never wanna take a chance with a nice guy. Stupid broad.

Brick: Excuse me SIR, but your level of misogyny is festering at a solid 10! I need you to take it down to about a 0!

Sam: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just take me to the arcade already!

Chris: There’s no arcade here, dude. This is a remote island.

Sam: What? So you mean I’m going to have to deal with these muggles all summer? Without being aided by virtual distractions?

Chris: Yep. That’s kind of the whole idea.

Sam: Screw you man! I didn’t sign on to take this crap from some old geezer!

Chris: ...Yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a real long stay here. Well, I suppose that wraps up our cast -

[a final yacht appears containing a peculiar girl with a pixie cut, wearing baggy clothing]

Chris: Huh? Who are you? [scrolls through cast list] We cut off the casting at thirteen this year.

Molly: My name is Molly.

Chris: Oh, seriously? You weren’t supposed to have been flown out here. We cut you from the cast!

Molly: Oh. Sorry?

Chris: [groans] WhatEVER! The show must go on. So, I think it’s time we treated you all to your first challenge, to the beach. Get used to the people around you, cause they’ll be transforming from strangers, to friends, to enemies, and all of the above.

[the cast glances at eachother uneasily]

Chris: [shoots blank suddenly, being greeted to horrified faces]

Dakota: So.. last one there is a rotten egg, teehee! [starts prancing laughably to the campgrounds]

Dakota: [CONF] Everyone underestimates me because I’m like, really pretty and really LOADED with money. But I can’t help that I am just so universally perfect. People should really not be so tone deaf to how they appear to others, y’know? [giggles and poses for the camera] Once I become numb to how repulsive this entire area smells, I think I can get USED to this little confess box thingy! [winks]

[the cast all simultaneously begins to run, at different paces]

Mike: [to Zoey] Hey, wanna run there together? For uh, safety in numbers?

Zoey: [skeptically] Suuuure…

Zoey: [CONF] Please, I’m not like, one of those dumb preppy girls who just goes with whatever a guy says. I am an individual and every choice I make is at my OWN discretion. If it was Win Butler, frontman of Arcade Fire, maybe I would have budged, but that’s the exception NOT the rule.

Staci: Ooh, could I get in on that action?

[Mike and Zoey look at eachother, awaiting the other to find an excuse]

Zoey: I mean, I gue-

Staci: Perfect! Also, just so you know, I get cramps, so we may have to take a few pitstops. [smiles]

Mike and Zoey: [simultaneous groan]

Staci: [CONF] Yah, I know they don’t want me to accompany them. [shrugs] However, they’re totally the types to engage in a summertime fling due to their lack of own self-assurance and need to have a relationship to feel the void in their soul… plus, if I’m there at the conception of their little “thing”, they’ll be indebted to me. I’m lazy, not dumb.

[the screen transfers to the frontrunners of the groups: Mary, Lightening, and Brick]

Mary: [running, paying no attention to her opponents]

Brick: You have to love good ol’ fashion basic training, eh, mate? [tries to nudge Lightening]

Lightening: Fool, don’t EVER try and distract Lightening when he’s on the strike. Ka-POW! [dashes forward]

Brick: O..kay. [glances over at Mary, who is synchronized in pace with] Hey, there. My mom taught me to respect women so I just hope you know I’ll never put you on a level lower than to your ability, but if you ever need an-

Mary: [grabs Brick by the shirt, making no eye contact and running forward] Don’t interact where you don’t compare. I am completely fine on my OWN. I don’t need anyone getting in my way, GOT it? [drops him on the ground]

Brick: Ow..! Sheesh. Tough crowd! Well, I still have to fulfill Mr. McLean’s order.. [brushes off and runs, traumatized from the earlier experience] Brick: [CONF] Socializing has never been my strong suit. Guess that’s just God’s way of telling me to shut up and focus on tuning out my own emotions for the good of the person I am serving!

[the screen now focuses in on Cameron, Sam, B, Molly, and a visibly annoyed Scott - all of whom decided to run at a decent pace]

Cameron: [jittery] Nnngh.. [scanning the area] don’t y-you think this is.. a little, I don’t know, u-unsafe?

Sam: [smashing away at his game controls] You’ll all be unsafe if I don’t unlock this Warlock Sceptor!

Sam: [CONF] I hate how my dumb mom insisted I do this whole “summer camp” thing. She says I am severely anti-social and lack social awareness. Women should stay in the kitchen, dude.

Scott: Can you absolute dorkwads please silence your incessant chatter that embarasses me to the core of my being?

Molly: [muttering under her breath, staring into a pebble]

Scott: Ugh. I can’t even be lazy anymore. [starts running faster]

Scott: [CONF] It’ll all be worth it once I get my hands on that cool cash. Back on the farm, I have a nickname: Scooter. That had no relevance to what I was saying, it’s just a cool nickname, isn’t it? Anyway, like I was saying. These dweebs aren’t gonna know what hit them! [a squirrel flies through the wall of the confessional and attaches itself to Scott’s face, causing him to begin shrieking]

[finally, the screen moves back to a secluded Dakota and Anne Maria, both of which elected to walk]

Dakota: [applying makeup] Do you think this blush will look tacky on television, gal pal?

Anne Maria: Girl, I don’t know. Or care.

Dakota: Ahw thanks, you’re so insightful! [smacks blush all over face]

Dakota: [CONF] If I want to initiate a satisfying winner arc, then the audience needs to see how FRIENDLY and nice I can be! Trust me, Anne Maria wouldn’t be my first choice for a friend, but choosers can’t be choosers. Wait...

Anne Maria: [spraying hairspray unaware to Dakota’s coughing]

Dakota: I am NEVER one to shame someone for adequate hair care, but maybe you should like, knock it off a little. I think my nostrils are flaring up! And I JUST got my nose done! [puts hands over nose]

Anne Maria: Eh, is you trying to tell ME what to DO Miss Twiggy? [grabs her pocket mirror and throws it]

Dakota: Hey!

[a resting mutated beaver becomes irritated from getting hit by the mirror lets out a shriek]

Dakota: What was THAT?

Anne Maria: Uh..

[the gigantic beaver begins to chase after them]

Dakota: RUN!

[they both sprint]

[the screen now zooms in on the beach, revealing Mary]

Chris: Hello, Mary! You can step over there on the red mat.

Mary: [cockily stomps to the red mat] Haha, yeah! First!

Chris: I wouldn’t be so suuuure. [points back at Dawn, who was meditating on the green mat]

Dawn: Ahem. Thank goodness someone else made it. I was wondering where everyone was, I almost began to get concerned.

Mary: W-what.. how did you GET here? I was sprinting that whole thing!

Dawn: I know you have an inclination to finish first in everything becau-

Mary: Just save me the explanation. [sits down on a stone]

[slowly, more of the contestants trickle in, till both mats are filled with two sides of seven people]

Chris: Well, well, well. Lookie here! Congratulations! Lemme get this down.. on the Radioactive Rats we have Dawn, Lightening, Scott, Staci, Sam, B, and Dakota!

[the Radioactive Rats look at eachother uneasily]

Chris: And on the Mutant Maggots we have Mary, Brick, Molly, Mike, Zoey, Cameron, and Anne Maria!

Mike: Why are you so keen on these references to chemical waste?

Dakota: Seriously! Can’t my team be like the Pretty Kitties or something?

Zoey: Well, I think it’s cool. We’re maggots! We eat the insides of dead things.

Anne Maria: Wow, well when you put it like that… it sounds even WORSE! [rolls eyes]

Molly: It could be worse.

Lightening: Can’t I just be on my own team? I ain’t going to be carrying all this dead weight! Look at my team! [gestures to Staci and Sam]

Chris: ENOUGH! Teams are FINAL! Kapeesh? Kaposh! Noooow, where was I? Oh, right. The REAL challenge.

Cameron: [huffing] Real challenge? We just ran across the island! [tears start developing in his eyes]

Mary: Oh, suck it up pipsqueak. I’m suprised you even passed the medical examination.

Cameron: That’s so mean! [sighs] I should’ve stayed in my bubble…

Brick: So, what is the challenge, sir? I am up for anything!

Chris: Oh, really? Well, for the first challenge of our first season, I had the contestants jump off the cliff. This time, I’m having you climb UP it! First person to make it all the way up the cliff and ring the bell at the top, WINS for their time! Sound interesting?

Sam: The word you’re looking for is horrifying, dude.

Scott: Yeah...are we going to be running up the cliff, or scaling it?

Chris: Oh, you guys have done enough running. It’s time for something actually hard. Really, really, hard. [Cameron gulps]

Cameron: [CONF] I don’t really get out all that much. There’s so many dangers to the modern world that you can never know what might be out there. Pollen, pollution, radioactive gas leaks...hah…[he looks nervous]

[The loser boat from previous seasons pulls up below the cliffside as everyone looks up at their challenge ahead. There’s a mix of fear, indifference, and determination on their faces]

Chris: Now obviously I don’t expect all of you to make it to the top...alive. So here’s the deal. The first person to find their way to the top of this thing wins it for their whole team. Comprende?

Anne Maria: I got it, short stack. Let’s just do this already so I can work on my tan.

Chris: Alright, now...off my boat! [Chris shoves everyone off the boat and speeds off, sending the cast into the water]

Anne Maria: [resurfaces] Ey! Watch the hair!

Mary: Your hair is going to be the least of your worries if we don’t win this thing! Toughen up, sister!

Anne Maria: [CONF] I hate it here. I really do. The only guy I would even consider worth a moment of my time is that hunk of chocolate, Lightening, and he’s on the other team. But it’ll all be worth it for the big bucks at the end of this thing. You can buy a lotta hairspray with a million dolla’s. [laughs]

Dawn: Oh, joy! Our beaver friends have sent us a raft to help us reconvene as a team.

[a beaver is seen paddling away]

Lightening: Our what now? Huh? How did that get here? [A raft floats over to the Radioactive Rats and they begin to climb aboard, along with Cameron] Nuh-uh! Get your own raft, scrawny! [shoves Cameron off]

Cameron: Ow!

Mary: Don’t be such a sissy. We don’t need a stupid raft to climb this thing. You just gotta put your back into it. [Mary grabs onto the rock and begins attempting to pull herself up.]

Mike: Whoa, hold on now! Shouldn’t we discuss an attack plan as a team?

Mary: Nope. Just help me climb this thing, and that’s an order!

Brick: [gasps] Ma’am, yes, ma’am! [Brick climbs onto the rock face and gives Mary a boost up, allowing her to reach the next level.]

Mary: [CONF] There are two types of people in this world. The served and the server. Brick is a server, and I shall wring him dry of everything that he is worth before cutting him viciously without second thought.

Mary: Well come on, what are you waiting for? Move it, meatheads! [everyone collectively groans as they begin trying to assist Jo in scaling the mountain]

Cameron: B-but... I'm afraid of heights!

Mary: I don't care. You should be more afraid of ME, especially when I'm angry! Now get up here!

Cameron: [sighs]

[Meanwhile, on the Radioactive Rats side. All are aboard their raft and discussing a game plan.]

Lightening: You heard the man! We gotta move! [Lightening gets ready to scale the wall himself]

Scott: [grabs him] Not so fast thunder brains. Do you really think anyone is gonna get up that thing just by climbing? We gotta think outside the box, ya get me?

Dawn: Scott is right. There is simply no way we can complete the task at hand by mere force. I suggest we all stay put while B and I think of a solution.

Staci: I am completely in agreement with that proposition, sister! [whips out magazine and ignores the chaos around her]

Lightening: Y’all are a bunch of bozos! Let Lightening do his thang! [Lightening begins trying to climb the wall in competition with the Maggots]

Dawn: Fair choice, but do not say you went without warning.

Dawn: [CONF] I have utmost confidence that our team is capable of having success in this challenge, however it simply cannot happen if we do not stay united. [sighs] Please give me patience, Mother Earth.

[B and Dawn have made it to the beach and have amassed a bunch of wood and metal, likely for construction purposes]

Dawn: I can see deep within your aura that you are the creative type, so I will let you take the lead of this project.

B: [He looks a little unsure at first, but resumes a confident smile and gets to work]

[Back on the cliff, the Maggots are continuing their climb]

Mary: Come on, pick it up! Just because your body’s telling you to quit doesn’t mean I am!

Cameron: Pl-please... if I go any faster I'll FALL!

Molly: It wouldn’t hurt to take a break.

Brick: Er...no offense ma’am, but...where? [He looks down. All that’s below them is ocean]

Molly: [shrugs] It was just a suggestion.

Zoey: Fantastic. Might I suggest that the next time you open your mouth, you say something useful?

Molly: [looks down silently]

Molly: [CONF] I’m used to not fitting in with people. It’s fine.

[On the raft, Staci, Scott, Sam, and Dakota wait around for their teammates to figure something out. Sam is playing video games, Staci is reading a magazine. The other two are just sitting there.]

Scott: So...you wanna play spin the bottle?

Dakota: With you? No thanks. I’ve kissed puppy dogs with cleaner mouths.

Sam: [groans] All dogs have cleaner mouths than humans. That’s a statistical fact, you bimbo.

Dakota: [gasps] Rude!

Staci: [CONF] The way I see it, if things remain the way they are on this team, we’ll be headed for disaster. I just don’t really feel like doing anything about it.

Scott: What’s taking those two outcasts so long anyways? They’ve been gone for nearly 20 minutes!

Staci: My great great grandmother once said that all the greatest minds took time to develop their ideas so as to guarantee their success in the modern world. Thusly, I believe our friends B and Dawn are taking their time for our greater benefit. [slips on shades, obviously not caring about the situation]

Scott: Cram it!

Dakota: You know, this isn’t so bad. At least I get to work on my tan lines. [She lies down and closes her eyes]

Sam: And we can get to watch! Huehuehueh…

Scott: Dude! ...Not out loud.

Scott: [CONF] So that Sam guy...I hate his guts. He’s a total creep, and not in the endearing way like I am. The way I see it, if we lose a challenge there’s no way he won’t be the first to go.

[The Maggots continue to climb the cliffside, mostly struggling besides Mary.]

Mary: Are you kidding me? My grandma could climb several hundred feet faster than you!

Brick: [starting to sour] Yeah, that attitude was motivating at first, and now you’re just being rude.

Mary: Whatever. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to be on my team. [She grabs a false root, tipping over a barrel of toxic waste.] WHOA! That was a close one.

Molly: Huh? [She barely looks up in time to get hit by the barrel, knocking her off the cliffside and into the ocean]

Mary: [cackles] That’ll put hair on your chest!

Cameron: Oh no! Will she be OKAY?! What if that was ME?!

Anne Maria: Aye! Have some sympathy, Mary. Tha girl just got gobsmacked!

Mary: Sympathy? Ha! [snorts] Don’t make me laugh, spray tan. I’ll lose focus.[she loses balance for a second, kicking Mike in the face]

Mike: Ow! Watch it!

Mary: Watch yourself, string bean!

Mike: [CONF] That Mary...yeah, not exactly the pretty, nice, girl next door type who has a bow in her hair and glasses that you’d expect to meet on these shows. [the cameraman chuckles] What?

[On the other side of the cliff, Lightening is making some progress by himself]

Lightening: [hoisting himself up] And a light-one! And a light-two! And a- [he puts his hand on a land mine, blowing himself off the cliff and back into the ocean] Oh COME ON! [plop]

Scott: [watching this] Yep, now would be a great time for Captain Creepy and her lovely assistant to join us.

Dawn: Did you call?

Scott: WAAHHHH!! When did you get here?

Dawn: Just now.

Scott: Well...is your little invention thingy finished?

Dawn: Yep! [she beams] Ready for action!

Dakota: [gasps] What is THAT? [points]

Sam: Give me a break, I’m not that ugly.

Dakota: Okay you are, but I’m talking about THAT! [She points behind Sam, showing B next to a large catapult on the beach. He waves.]

Dawn: That is B’s invention!

Scott: Does it even work?

Dawn: Precisely.

Scott: Somehow, I’m not convinced.

Dawn: Do not fear, Scott. I shall be the one placing myself in the basket of shooting. You are much too bulky to fit.

Scott: [looks at his arm flab insecurely]

Staci: So, [lifts up shades] have we decided to call it quits yet?

Dawn: The exact opposite, in fact! I think we got this in the figurative, biodegradable bag.

[the scene now swaps to the Maggots]

Mary: TEAM! We’re close, alright? Do NOT give up on me now!

Zoey: I’m more worried about my body giving up on itself, but I’ll make sure to keep that in mind, Sylvester.

Mike: Mary, maybe we would be, uh… a little quicker, if we had more of a positive team atmosphere. I mean, we’re not military brats. [laughs sheepishly]

Brick: Not true.

Cameron: [further behind, and sees a treebranch] Hm.. theoretically I could use this to projectile myself upwards! B-but.. [gulps and looks down]

Mary: If you two are so appalled by my method of coaching then why don’t you just BUZZ OFF? [stomps on Mike’s hand, causing him to fall on Zoey and send them both falling]

Brick: Oh my gosh, madwoman, are you insane?!

Mary: No. Just calculated. [starts moving at a faster pace, to the point she accidentally slips] WAAOOAH! [falls down, sending Brick down with her]

Cameron: [looks around to realize he is the only person remaining is himself] Well, I guess I have no choice do I.. [lifts himself onto the branch, springing himself upward, nearing him closer to the top]

Lightening: [not too far behind] I’m COMING for you, BUBBLE BOY!

Cameron: Eep!

[down below, the now soaked Maggots are glaring at Mary]

Zoey: What is WRONG with you? You just cost us the challenge!

Anne Maria: Yeah, for once I have something to agree with discount Madonna on, cause lawd knows it wouldn't be FASHION sense!

Molly: [scans her team skeptically]

Brick: Relax, team. We’ll handle this at the campfire ceremony.

Mary: [speechless] ...

[at the beach with B, Dawn, and the rest of the Rats minus Lightening. B appears ready to fire the catapult]

Dakota: What are you WAITING for? Just like, go already!

Scott: What’s the hold up?! I’m hungies!

Staci: Yah, plus I heard the winners get the nice cabin with a jacuzzi. I need that in my life.

Dawn: Please, hither my precious teammates. There appears to be something going wrong with the machine. I fear I may be too petite to be fired up…

Sam: Oh, please! I’ll do it then- [knocks into Staci, pushing her into the contraption and setting it off] Or, she will.

[the Radioactive Rats all gasp in unison]

Radioactive Rats: Oh NO!

[Cameron is making his way to the top]

Cameron: Wow! I… I DID it! I-I… I can’t believe it!

Lightening: NOT so fast there, four eyes! [grabs his ankle, he proceeds to try and push him off]

Staci: [high pitched screeching as she lands next to the two men fighting]

[Chris and Chef are together looking at the situation trying to keep their composure]

Chris: Maybe we did luck out with this cast. Are you sure they all passed the psych test?

Chef: No.

Chris: Oh.

Lightening: [pinning Cameron down] You better go ring that bell, fat girl!

Staci: [dizzily motions toward the bell, before hitting it with her head, causing an ear-piercing ring throughout the island]

Lightening: BADA-BOOM BABY! [kicks Cameron off, sending him spiraling down]

Cameron: [groans as he is sent down]

Chris: [over speakerphone] And that’s game-set-match! THE RADIOACTIVE RATS WIN! [audible celebration is heard below]

Staci: So do I not get a marshmallow? [passes out]

Lightening: Fatty!

[the scene changes to the cabins, one very luxurious one and one typical rundown one]

Chris: This is where you’ll be staying. I am sure you can assume who goes where! Mutant Maggots, don’t get too comfortable because tonight one of you’ll be taking the walk of shame. Oh… and one more thing. This year we have a few special twistos twists in play. The hidden immunity idol. Can save you from elimination as long as its used BEFORE the vote! Anyway, I bid you a-do!

[the Mutant Maggots all sigh and enter their respective cabin, meanwhile the Rats are getting adjusted]

Dakota: Yaaaay! I can’t believe we WON! The bloodline of my cuticles ends HERE. [looks at nails]

Staci: Won at what price? My long-term memory.

Dakota: Oh, don’t be so dense. We adore you for winning for us, Tracy!

Staci: That’s what I thought.

Dakota: But hey, where’s that weird goth girl? Is she trying to talk with the cockroaches again because I told her I am NOT sleeping in a cabin with cockroaches, she needs to tell them to take a HIKE!

[The scene now focuses in on Scott, who is discreetly wandering through the woods]

Scott: Where is that thing..

Scott: [CONF] When Chris told us about the hidden immunity idol I just knew it was my duty to locate it and ALSO make sure that no one knows about it’s true whereabouts.

Scott: [rummaging through bushes] Ugh…

Dawn: Taking an evening stroll, are we?

Scott: D-dugh?! Y-you’ve gotta stop sneaking up on people, god damn it!

Dawn: I could say something similar to you about your sly behaviour, Scott. Please, do not make this experience difficult. I know your desire and I am just giving you this warning before this excels any further: I will not tolerate mischievous behaviour. [gets close to him] Because I can promise you I’ll be three steps ahead.

Scott: [at a loss for words] Uh..

Dawn: [changes tone to be more cheerful] Now, would you like to help me feed the birds? They’re quite giddish at night.

[the Maggots, excluding Mary and Molly, are all outside creating small talk]

Zoey: I mean, it’s obvious. She’s completely psychotic. She could’ve KILLED me!

Mike: And me.

Zoey: More importantly, she nearly cost us the challenge, now we’re all hypothetically at risk of being booted off. The idea that I could get voted off because of a Jockette completely grinds my gears!

Cameron: Well, I’m not one for hating on people but.. [shivers] she’s a tad.. scary.

Brick: I see your point. She’s definitely guilty of being a sour grape, if that’s what you’re saying!

Anne Maria: Nah, Brick, she’s a straight up sour BITC-

Mike: But I just want to thank Cameron for taking one for the team and helping us today! You’ve definitely proved yourself as an asset to the team. [puts his hand on his shoulder]

Cameron: [blushes] Th-thank you…

Brick: Mike is right. Great job, there buckaroo!

Zoey: Yeah, enough preppy praising team spirit. The point is we’re all united in this. Anyway, I better go apply some new black nail polish before this gets broadcast.

Mike: I’ll go too!

Zoey: To.. watch me paint my nails?

Mike: Uh. [grabs Cameron] Yeah! Cameron here has always wanted to learn.

Cameron: [raises eyebrow] What?

Zoey: [shrugs] Let’s go.

[the three exit leaving Brick and Anne Maria out on the steps]

Molly: [walks by] Oh, hello, fellow teammates.

Anne Maria: Youse on our team? I thought you was an intern.

Brick: Hey, Anne Maria, that’s no way to talk to our teammate! What’s up? Brick: [CONF] I thought she was an intern too.

Molly: Just thinking… I mean, we’re obviously the inferior team in this situation, and kicking off such a powerhouse like Mary would be pretty detrimental to our team.

Anne Maria: Well, she deserves it.

Brick: Hey, how did you know we were voting.. er, Mary?

Molly: The friendship trio told me earlier. A little frightening how tight they are already. If we lose again, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if they targeted one of us.

Anne Maria: Fair point, but I’d rather that then Mary Poppins always telling me what to do.

Brick: Well, it’s certainly something to think about.

Anne Maria: [CONF] I ain’t really care about who goes home. As long as it ain’t me. That’s my strategy. If you ain’t me, BYE!

Molly: [CONF] [filing nails slowly]

[the scene switches to a teary Mary, jogging]

Mary: [slight tears forming] I can't believe I may go first. Ugh! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!

Mary: [CONF] Just think about what my gym buddies would say back home if I got kicked off. This stinks.

Molly: Hey, mind if I join you?

Mary: [quickly wipes away tears] Um, n-no! What do you want? Come to taunt me?

Molly: On the contrary.

Chris: Welcome, Maggots, to the very first elimination of the season. How is everyone feeling?

[everyone glares at him]

Chris: Thought so. Zoey, what is it like to be on the island that you saw generation one competing on?

Zoey: As a fangirl, it's super cool. Especially since things have got more... interesting, I should put it.

Chris: Brick, do you feel like loyalty is important in this game?

Brick: Oh, absolutely! Without loyalty you have nothing. I will always be loyal to my team.

Chris: Mike, do you think bonds have already started forming?

Mike: Uh, yes, I mean. No. Maybe? Wait! I-I think it's just like, human.. nature to develop those quick relationships so you can find people to be safe around.

Chris: Cameron, how do you think challenges impact the vote.

Cameron: Uh, I think everyone uh, wants to keep the team strong...

Chris: Anne Maria, what is your discretion when it comes to casting your vote.

Anne Maria: I'm gonna keep it real with ya, Chris. The person I voted for had it coming. Periodt!

Chris: Alright, it's time to cast the votes.

[a montage plays of them one by one, coming up to cast their vote]

Zoey: [writing down "MARY" on her ballot] Mary had a little lamb, and every where that lamb went, Mary was sure to go.

Cameron: [nervously scribbling down a name]

Brick: [thinking intensely]

Mary: [voiceover, not revealing her vote] I wish I could say this was for your sake, but it's for mine.

Chris: Okay. I have the votes. First vote... Mary.

Mary: [breathes in]

Chris: Second vote, Mary. That's two votes for Mary.

Brick: [stares into the fire]

Chris: Third vote is for Mary, that's three to send Mary packing.

[Mike bites his fingernails, to Anne Maria's disgust]

Chris: Fourth vote... Cameron.

Cameron: ...

Zoey: [looks up, flabbergasted]

Chris: Cameron. Three votes for Mary, two for Cameron.

Chris: Next vote, Cameron. We're tied at three votes for Mary and three votes for Cameron.

Chris: The first person voted off Total Drama Reloaded...

Mary: [gulps]

Molly: [picking at nails]

Chris: Cameron, it's time for you to go.

Cameron: B-but.. what?! I-I overcame my fears! I developed! I almost won the challenge!

Anne Maria: Yeah, but that was a fluke. We need a CONSISTENTLY strong team, yo!

Brick: Don't take it to heart. You did your best soldier.

Mike: This is absolutely ridiculous.

Zoey: [visibly angry]

Cameron: [sighs and walks to the end of the dock]

Chris: Oh, you're in for a treat. This year we have the HURL of Shame! Patent pending, of course.

Cameron: Wait, so does that me-

Chris: [hauls Cameron in and flings him off, without another word, shrieks are heard in the distance]

Chris: With the Maggots already facing adversity both physically and emotionally, and the Rats having no feasible direction, what will come of our campers? Find out next time, on Total.. Drama.. RELOADED!

[END]

Thank you all so much for reading and please make sure to comment your thoughts and tell me any gripes you had with the script, we're always looking for room for improvement. I am so excited to continue this project and special thanks to my co-writer Berryleaf for working with me on this.