(this story iz basically wht if gwen got duncan to ding on the pyrimid. Well I fell in love with this series and I wanted to share it with u! This is by Alternativeactress on Fanfictio. I give her full credit! Enjoy!)
And here is my new Total Drama story! This is basically if Gwen got Duncan to sing when they were on the pyramid and the rest of the season (with a few edits to the lines and events that happen ;)). I had to make up a song that went with Come Fly With Us, so I thought of the screwed up idea of Come Climb With Us! Cheesy? Yes! Pointless? I really hope not.
A new season of Total Drama. We're seventeen now. I don't get why we're even on the show anymore. All I know is that we're traveling around the world for a million dollars.
I was in my room, packing for the new season. Not really "packing". Just double checking to see that I had everything that I needed. Only thing that I was missing was my cell and iPod. I had those with my jacket though. I pulled on my leather jacket and my red backpack. I walked outside and saw the bus waiting for me. I waved to my mom and brother, and then got on. I noticed that Duncan was sitting in the back, alone. I sat next to him.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey dude." He said. I don't understand why everyone thinks we're dating. We're just really good friends. Sure, after Total Drama Action we had lunch a few times, but that's it.
"Ready to go through all this bullshit again?" I asked him. He laughed.
"Only if you are." He said. I smiled. Sure, I was slightly attracted to him. I mean, who doesn't want a bad boy who is also really sweet? And not to mention hot!
"I guess." I sighed.
"We have a nine hour drive." Duncan said. I took out my iPod.
"Music?" I asked, offering him an earbud.
"Sure. What kind?" he asked.
"Escape the Fate?" I offered.
"Play the fucking song." Duncan demanded. I played Situations.
Later, I had fallen asleep on Duncan's shoulder, but was awaken by my head crashing into the seat in front of me. Apparently we were there. I opened my eyes and pulled on my backpack, and put my iPod in my coat pocket. We were supposed to go out in a specific order. And hand an intern out phones on the way out. Chris did his intro, and then we got off.
"Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!" he said in his annoying voice. Heather suddenly stopped in her tracks, making me crash into her.
"Are there reserved seats? IE, can I have one, not behind Heather's pony hair ponytail?" I asked.
"Um, my extensions are human hair." Heather bitched to me.
"You learn something new every day." Duncan said, making me laugh a bit. I stared at him and smiled. He smiled back. Causing Courtney to glare at him.
"Lindsay, Owen, DJ, and Harold," Chris continued. There were sounds of struggles. "Guys?" Chris called. DJ came out holding Owen.
"Sweet strawberry preserves! No!" Owen shouted.
"He's afraid of flyin' remember?" DJ asked. This was going to be a long season. Then Harold walked out.
"Arophobia. From the Latin. As opposed to aronasophobia. The fear of air sickness." He said. Then Noah walked off.
"Keep up the fascinating facts, and I'm going to be aronausious all over you!" Noah said in his usual sarcastic voice.
"And, returning favorites, Noah, Cody, and-" Chris was cut off.
"Yo yo yo!" it was Ezekiel. "This years winner is in the house! Er, bus." He stepped off the bus. "I mean, runway," he looked around. "Where's the plane, eh?"
Then Izzy appeared from behind him. "I know right? Let's fly!" she jumped onto Ezekiel's shoulders, causing him to fall over. "Woo!"
"Watch out!" Ezekiel tried to say before he fell down.
"Yup, Izzy's back!" Chris said. "Also returning this season, Tyler and the co-hose of Total Drama Aftermath, Bridgette." The two klutzes fell out of the bus and onto Izzy and Ezekiel.
"Yo Chris, you forgot to introduce me." Ezekiel said. Chris sighed.
"And, Ezekiel. And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we're adding two new competitors! He's an honor role student with a diplomat for a dad, and an amazing ability to charm the pants off most species. Alejandro!" the tall Spaniard walked off the bus. He looked at the pile of teens. He smiled.
"Perhaps, I could assist?" he offered. He pulled up Bridgette and Izzy.
"Wowee!" Izzy said, obviously swoon.
"I-I-I have a boyfriend!" Bridgette screamed, pulling her hands out of Alejandro's.
"And amigos, please. Allow me." He said while he helped up Tyler and Ezekiel. Is this dude gay or something?
"Wow, eh?" Ezekiel said.
"I like girls!" Tyler quickly said. I slapped my forehead.
"And she's a sugar addicted super fan with sixteen Total Drama blogs! Sierra!" he said. The purple haired girl ran out of the bus.
"Oh my gosh, I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life and-" she started hyperventilating. "Anyone got a paper bag I can breath into?" she asked. Then she saw Cody. She gasped. "Oh my gosh, Cody! I've dreamt of this moment, only you weren't wearing a shirt!" she said. Okay then. I looked at Duncan. He just shrugged. Then the place came. It looked like a piece of shit.
"What the hell?" Duncan asked.
"Excuse me, but I would like to express some safety concerns about this place," Courtney started.
"Relax! It's perfectly safe!" Chris said. Then the cargo hold door broke open, and a raccoon started chasing a rat. Owen looked like he had just seen Voldimort form the Harry Potter series. "Now boarding!" Chris said.
"No! I can't ride in that!" Owen screamed. "Call the United Nations! Call a cab! Call my mom!" he screamed. "No, I'm not doing this! I'm out! This is unethical!" Chris pulled out a frying pan from... God knows where, and hit Owen on the head with it. Ouch. "Mommy," Owen said while he fell on his stomach and started flinching his right leg.
"Anybody else got a problem with it?" Chris asked.
"No!" Cody said.
"Love it!" Lindsay added.
"Dibs on the window seat!" Bridgette called.
"Now boarding, Chris started again. "On a voyage to a million big ones!" he shouted. Then he ranted into the camera. I zoned out. Until Duncan brought me back.
"Seriously?" he asked. And cue the opening titles. We all got on the plane.
After a tour and seeing Ezekiel being thrown out of the plane, we were all sitting in the dining common. I was sitting with Duncan.
"I can't believe Chris is making us sing." I groaned.
"I know." He said. "I don't sing."
"Well, I guess we have to. We'll wait to hear the penalties if we don't sing." I said.
"Agreed." Duncan said. We highfived each other. Then a bell rang. Chris came in in a black suit, hat, cane, and red bow tie.
"Whenever you hear the friendly little bell, it's musical number time!" he said. "So. Let's hear it."
"But, what are we supposed to sing?" Courtney asked.
"You have to make it up as you go. Wouldn't be much of a challenge then, would it?" Chris asked. Then the music started.
Courtney: Up!
Courtney and Izzy: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, and Sierra: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: Up!
Harold: Sing!
Harold and Cody: Sing!
Harold, Cody, and DJ: Sing!
Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: Sing!
Heather, LeShawna, Bridgette, Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: We're flying.
Alejandro, Noah, Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: And singing.
Everyone Except me, Duncan, Ezekiel, and Owen: We're flying and we're singing!
Sierra: Come fly with us!
Sierra and Cody: Come fly with us!
Izzy: We've got a lot 'o crazy tunes to bust! Haha!
Bridgette: Come fly with us!
Bridgette and Lindsay: Come fly with us!
Alejandro: It's a pleasure, and an honor, and a must.
Duncan: Dudes, this is messed. You're singing in a plane.
Harold: What did you expect? Chris is freaking insane. Huh!
Me: Yeah, but, guys, you're singing on TV.
Courtney: Haven't you always wanted to? It can't just be me!
DJ: Come fly with us!
DJ and LeShawna: Come fly with us!
Heather: Do you know how to steer this thing!
Chef Hatchet: I try.
Ezekiel: They thought they could leave me and depart. But this stowaway's got winning in his heart!
Noah: Come fly with us! Come die with us!
Owen: We're flying? I hate flying! Stop the plane!
Sierra, DJ, Cody, and Heather: Come fly with us! Come sing with us!
Me and Duncan: No!
Chris: Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because in order to escape instant elimination-
Bridgette: "All contestants must sing in each show"!
Courtney: Duncan, do it! Let's go!
Cody: Gwen, sing it! Don't go!
Me: I don't wanna go home. Come fly with us! Come fly with us! Come and fly with us!
Courtney: Duncan, come on! Please?
Duncan: This sucks!
Everyone Except Duncan, Owen, and Ezekiel: Yeah!
Then Chef's voice came on over the intercom. "Enough singing fruit cakes! Strap your asses to a seat! We are starting our decent into Egypt. Huh. Musical numbers. Worst idea ever. Chris is such and i- Hey, why's the PA light still on? Oh shit." He quickly turned it off.
"We'll be right back." Chris said with a pissed off look.
When we landed in Egypt, it was hot as hell. "You guys ready for a little fun? Huh?" Chris asked while he was carried in by two interns. That lucky bitch. "Wow, it's a scorcher out here! Huh?" he said before taking a sip of his soda - or whatever the hell he was drinking. "I call today's challenge, Pyramid, Over Under!" he said.
"An eleven hour flight, Chef's in-flight cosine, a forced musical number, now we've got a challenge?" LeShawna screamed.
"Don't you love this game?" Chris asked. I just rolled my eyes and managed to flip him off without anyone noticing.
When we got to the staring line, Harold was wearing tinfoil on his head, Chris was still cool (temperature wise, not popular cool), and I was ready to shoot myself in the head. And this was only the first episode!
"It feels like we're being cooking in a giant oven!" Harold said.
"It might help if you weren't dressed like a giant baked potato." LeShawna said to her boyfriend.
"Aluminum foil means the aliens can't read your brains. It's a real problem in this area." He said. I rolled my eyes. The Chris crashed two symbols together.
"Man! That's satisfying!" he said. "Alright! Pyramid Over Under means you choose how you get to the finish line. Either over, or under the pyramid. Got it? Ready..." We all got into lunging poses. "Set-"
"Wait up yo!" Ezekiel called. What is he doing here? "You guys! Wait up!" he ran up to Chris. "I told you I wasn't gonna lose this time, eh?"
"Didn't we leave you in like Halifax, or Whitehorse, or... whatever!" Chris shouted. He doesn't even know where we came from? Wow.
"It's called landing gear homey! I climbed it and hid with the cargo!" he said happily.
"Impressive. But, you're still out."
"No way! I'm in it to win it! Word!" he shouted.
"Hey, it's your funeral. Set... Go!" he crashed the symbols together again. I decided I would go over the pyramid. Going under was way to easy for Chris to have not set some traps. There was also probably an elaborate tunnel complex that I did not want to deal with right now. So, I started climbing. Until a familiar voice caught my attention.
"Hey Gwen! Are you going over too?" Duncan called.
"Working on it!" I called back. He talked with Courtney, and then they put me in their bale line, or whatever the hell Courtney called it. She spent the time bitching to me. It sucked. And poor Duncan! I hated for him to have to go through this.
By the time we were at the top, everyone else had made it to the finish line. "I'm telling you, we need to untie!" shouted at Courtney.
"And I'm telling you it's unsafe!" she shouted back. "I'm in charge, and-"
"Oh kids!" Chris called up to us. Then the song bell. Shit! I thought. "Recognize that sound? It's time for whoever's not finished yet to give us a little musical reprise!" he shouted. Oh no. This was not good. Duncan hates singing. And if he doesn't sing, he's out. I needed to talk to him. I looked at him. He looked as if he was going to snap.
"Duncan!" I hissed at him while I grabbed his shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Please sing!" I begged him.
"Why should I?"
"Do you really want to lose the chance to win another million dollars?" I asked him. He thought about it. Then the music started. I smiled.
Courtney: Climb!
Courtney and me: Climb!
Courtney, me, and Duncan: Climb! Climb!
Duncan: Sing!
Duncan and me: Sing!
Duncan, me, and Courtney: Sing! Sing!
Duncan: We're climbing.
Me and Courtney: And singing.
Duncan, Courtney, and me: We're climbing and we're singing!
Courtney: Come climb with us!
Courtney and Duncan: Come climb with us!
Me: Come sing with us!
Me and Duncan: Come sing with us!
"That's all you're getting out of me today!" Duncan shouted.
"Fair enough!" Chris shouted. The dude has a bullhorn. He doesn't need to shout. Then we climbed down. "Alright. Duncan, Courtney, Gwen, you two go onto Heather's team." He said. Then Izzy joined our team, and Ezekiel joined the first team. We have the advantage. An extra person! Yay! Now we have to think of a name. Before the guys could say anything, us girls decided on a name.
"Team Amazon!" we shouted while Courtney kicked Duncan in the balls, and Heather kicked Cody in his.
"Team Victory!" the first team shouted. Then Sierra came up with the dumbest name ever.
"Team Chris is Really Really Really Really Hot!" this earned several objections from her team. But Chris now loved them. Okay. So, we get a camel, Team Victory got a stick. And Team CRRRH got a goat. Apparently, it will all be explained "Next time on Total, Drama, World Touuuuurrrrr!" according to Chris. If he felt like it.
(And that's chapter 1! I hope you already like this story as much as I do! Please leave comments! Please and thank you, Starburst-Rock.)
And here is my new Total Drama story! This is basically if Gwen got Duncan to sing when they were on the pyramid and the rest of the season (with a few edits to the lines and events that happen ;)). I had to make up a song that went with Come Fly With Us, so I thought of the screwed up idea of Come Climb With Us! Cheesy? Yes! Pointless? I really hope not.
A new season of Total Drama. We're seventeen now. I don't get why we're even on the show anymore. All I know is that we're traveling around the world for a million dollars.
I was in my room, packing for the new season. Not really "packing". Just double checking to see that I had everything that I needed. Only thing that I was missing was my cell and iPod. I had those with my jacket though. I pulled on my leather jacket and my red backpack. I walked outside and saw the bus waiting for me. I waved to my mom and brother, and then got on. I noticed that Duncan was sitting in the back, alone. I sat next to him.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey dude." He said. I don't understand why everyone thinks we're dating. We're just really good friends. Sure, after Total Drama Action we had lunch a few times, but that's it.
"Ready to go through all this bullshit again?" I asked him. He laughed.
"Only if you are." He said. I smiled. Sure, I was slightly attracted to him. I mean, who doesn't want a bad boy who is also really sweet? And not to mention hot!
"I guess." I sighed.
"We have a nine hour drive." Duncan said. I took out my iPod.
"Music?" I asked, offering him an earbud.
"Sure. What kind?" he asked.
"Escape the Fate?" I offered.
"Play the fucking song." Duncan demanded. I played Situations.
Later, I had fallen asleep on Duncan's shoulder, but was awaken by my head crashing into the seat in front of me. Apparently we were there. I opened my eyes and pulled on my backpack, and put my iPod in my coat pocket. We were supposed to go out in a specific order. And hand an intern out phones on the way out. Chris did his intro, and then we got off.
"Courtney, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Leshawna!" he said in his annoying voice. Heather suddenly stopped in her tracks, making me crash into her.
"Are there reserved seats? IE, can I have one, not behind Heather's pony hair ponytail?" I asked.
"Um, my extensions are human hair." Heather bitched to me.
"You learn something new every day." Duncan said, making me laugh a bit. I stared at him and smiled. He smiled back. Causing Courtney to glare at him.
"Lindsay, Owen, DJ, and Harold," Chris continued. There were sounds of struggles. "Guys?" Chris called. DJ came out holding Owen.
"Sweet strawberry preserves! No!" Owen shouted.
"He's afraid of flyin' remember?" DJ asked. This was going to be a long season. Then Harold walked out.
"Arophobia. From the Latin. As opposed to aronasophobia. The fear of air sickness." He said. Then Noah walked off.
"Keep up the fascinating facts, and I'm going to be aronausious all over you!" Noah said in his usual sarcastic voice.
"And, returning favorites, Noah, Cody, and-" Chris was cut off.
"Yo yo yo!" it was Ezekiel. "This years winner is in the house! Er, bus." He stepped off the bus. "I mean, runway," he looked around. "Where's the plane, eh?"
Then Izzy appeared from behind him. "I know right? Let's fly!" she jumped onto Ezekiel's shoulders, causing him to fall over. "Woo!"
"Watch out!" Ezekiel tried to say before he fell down.
"Yup, Izzy's back!" Chris said. "Also returning this season, Tyler and the co-hose of Total Drama Aftermath, Bridgette." The two klutzes fell out of the bus and onto Izzy and Ezekiel.
"Yo Chris, you forgot to introduce me." Ezekiel said. Chris sighed.
"And, Ezekiel. And now to mix things up and keep it all fresh, we're adding two new competitors! He's an honor role student with a diplomat for a dad, and an amazing ability to charm the pants off most species. Alejandro!" the tall Spaniard walked off the bus. He looked at the pile of teens. He smiled.
"Perhaps, I could assist?" he offered. He pulled up Bridgette and Izzy.
"Wowee!" Izzy said, obviously swoon.
"I-I-I have a boyfriend!" Bridgette screamed, pulling her hands out of Alejandro's.
"And amigos, please. Allow me." He said while he helped up Tyler and Ezekiel. Is this dude gay or something?
"Wow, eh?" Ezekiel said.
"I like girls!" Tyler quickly said. I slapped my forehead.
"And she's a sugar addicted super fan with sixteen Total Drama blogs! Sierra!" he said. The purple haired girl ran out of the bus.
"Oh my gosh, I love you guys! And this is the greatest day of my life and-" she started hyperventilating. "Anyone got a paper bag I can breath into?" she asked. Then she saw Cody. She gasped. "Oh my gosh, Cody! I've dreamt of this moment, only you weren't wearing a shirt!" she said. Okay then. I looked at Duncan. He just shrugged. Then the place came. It looked like a piece of shit.
"What the hell?" Duncan asked.
"Excuse me, but I would like to express some safety concerns about this place," Courtney started.
"Relax! It's perfectly safe!" Chris said. Then the cargo hold door broke open, and a raccoon started chasing a rat. Owen looked like he had just seen Voldimort form the Harry Potter series. "Now boarding!" Chris said.
"No! I can't ride in that!" Owen screamed. "Call the United Nations! Call a cab! Call my mom!" he screamed. "No, I'm not doing this! I'm out! This is unethical!" Chris pulled out a frying pan from... God knows where, and hit Owen on the head with it. Ouch. "Mommy," Owen said while he fell on his stomach and started flinching his right leg.
"Anybody else got a problem with it?" Chris asked.
"No!" Cody said.
"Love it!" Lindsay added.
"Dibs on the window seat!" Bridgette called.
"Now boarding, Chris started again. "On a voyage to a million big ones!" he shouted. Then he ranted into the camera. I zoned out. Until Duncan brought me back.
"Seriously?" he asked. And cue the opening titles. We all got on the plane.
After a tour and seeing Ezekiel being thrown out of the plane, we were all sitting in the dining common. I was sitting with Duncan.
"I can't believe Chris is making us sing." I groaned.
"I know." He said. "I don't sing."
"Well, I guess we have to. We'll wait to hear the penalties if we don't sing." I said.
"Agreed." Duncan said. We highfived each other. Then a bell rang. Chris came in in a black suit, hat, cane, and red bow tie.
"Whenever you hear the friendly little bell, it's musical number time!" he said. "So. Let's hear it."
"But, what are we supposed to sing?" Courtney asked.
"You have to make it up as you go. Wouldn't be much of a challenge then, would it?" Chris asked. Then the music started.
Courtney: Up!
Courtney and Izzy: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, and Sierra: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: Up!
Harold: Sing!
Harold and Cody: Sing!
Harold, Cody, and DJ: Sing!
Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: Sing!
Heather, LeShawna, Bridgette, Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: We're flying.
Alejandro, Noah, Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: And singing.
Everyone Except me, Duncan, Ezekiel, and Owen: We're flying and we're singing!
Sierra: Come fly with us!
Sierra and Cody: Come fly with us!
Izzy: We've got a lot 'o crazy tunes to bust! Haha!
Bridgette: Come fly with us!
Bridgette and Lindsay: Come fly with us!
Alejandro: It's a pleasure, and an honor, and a must.
Duncan: Dudes, this is messed. You're singing in a plane.
Harold: What did you expect? Chris is freaking insane. Huh!
Me: Yeah, but, guys, you're singing on TV.
Courtney: Haven't you always wanted to? It can't just be me!
DJ: Come fly with us!
DJ and LeShawna: Come fly with us!
Heather: Do you know how to steer this thing!
Chef Hatchet: I try.
Ezekiel: They thought they could leave me and depart. But this stowaway's got winning in his heart!
Noah: Come fly with us! Come die with us!
Owen: We're flying? I hate flying! Stop the plane!
Sierra, DJ, Cody, and Heather: Come fly with us! Come sing with us!
Me and Duncan: No!
Chris: Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because in order to escape instant elimination-
Bridgette: "All contestants must sing in each show"!
Courtney: Duncan, do it! Let's go!
Cody: Gwen, sing it! Don't go!
Me: I don't wanna go home. Come fly with us! Come fly with us! Come and fly with us!
Courtney: Duncan, come on! Please?
Duncan: This sucks!
Everyone Except Duncan, Owen, and Ezekiel: Yeah!
Then Chef's voice came on over the intercom. "Enough singing fruit cakes! Strap your asses to a seat! We are starting our decent into Egypt. Huh. Musical numbers. Worst idea ever. Chris is such and i- Hey, why's the PA light still on? Oh shit." He quickly turned it off.
"We'll be right back." Chris said with a pissed off look.
When we landed in Egypt, it was hot as hell. "You guys ready for a little fun? Huh?" Chris asked while he was carried in by two interns. That lucky bitch. "Wow, it's a scorcher out here! Huh?" he said before taking a sip of his soda - or whatever the hell he was drinking. "I call today's challenge, Pyramid, Over Under!" he said.
"An eleven hour flight, Chef's in-flight cosine, a forced musical number, now we've got a challenge?" LeShawna screamed.
"Don't you love this game?" Chris asked. I just rolled my eyes and managed to flip him off without anyone noticing.
When we got to the staring line, Harold was wearing tinfoil on his head, Chris was still cool (temperature wise, not popular cool), and I was ready to shoot myself in the head. And this was only the first episode!
"It feels like we're being cooking in a giant oven!" Harold said.
"It might help if you weren't dressed like a giant baked potato." LeShawna said to her boyfriend.
"Aluminum foil means the aliens can't read your brains. It's a real problem in this area." He said. I rolled my eyes. The Chris crashed two symbols together.
"Man! That's satisfying!" he said. "Alright! Pyramid Over Under means you choose how you get to the finish line. Either over, or under the pyramid. Got it? Ready..." We all got into lunging poses. "Set-"
"Wait up yo!" Ezekiel called. What is he doing here? "You guys! Wait up!" he ran up to Chris. "I told you I wasn't gonna lose this time, eh?"
"Didn't we leave you in like Halifax, or Whitehorse, or... whatever!" Chris shouted. He doesn't even know where we came from? Wow.
"It's called landing gear homey! I climbed it and hid with the cargo!" he said happily.
"Impressive. But, you're still out."
"No way! I'm in it to win it! Word!" he shouted.
"Hey, it's your funeral. Set... Go!" he crashed the symbols together again. I decided I would go over the pyramid. Going under was way to easy for Chris to have not set some traps. There was also probably an elaborate tunnel complex that I did not want to deal with right now. So, I started climbing. Until a familiar voice caught my attention.
"Hey Gwen! Are you going over too?" Duncan called.
"Working on it!" I called back. He talked with Courtney, and then they put me in their bale line, or whatever the hell Courtney called it. She spent the time bitching to me. It sucked. And poor Duncan! I hated for him to have to go through this.
By the time we were at the top, everyone else had made it to the finish line. "I'm telling you, we need to untie!" shouted at Courtney.
"And I'm telling you it's unsafe!" she shouted back. "I'm in charge, and-"
"Oh kids!" Chris called up to us. Then the song bell. Shit! I thought. "Recognize that sound? It's time for whoever's not finished yet to give us a little musical reprise!" he shouted. Oh no. This was not good. Duncan hates singing. And if he doesn't sing, he's out. I needed to talk to him. I looked at him. He looked as if he was going to snap.
"Duncan!" I hissed at him while I grabbed his shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Please sing!" I begged him.
"Why should I?"
"Do you really want to lose the chance to win another million dollars?" I asked him. He thought about it. Then the music started. I smiled.
Courtney: Climb!
Courtney and me: Climb!
Courtney, me, and Duncan: Climb! Climb!
Duncan: Sing!
Duncan and me: Sing!
Duncan, me, and Courtney: Sing! Sing!
Duncan: We're climbing.
Me and Courtney: And singing.
Duncan, Courtney, and me: We're climbing and we're singing!
Courtney: Come climb with us!
Courtney and Duncan: Come climb with us!
Me: Come sing with us!
Me and Duncan: Come sing with us!
"That's all you're getting out of me today!" Duncan shouted.
"Fair enough!" Chris shouted. The dude has a bullhorn. He doesn't need to shout. Then we climbed down. "Alright. Duncan, Courtney, Gwen, you two go onto Heather's team." He said. Then Izzy joined our team, and Ezekiel joined the first team. We have the advantage. An extra person! Yay! Now we have to think of a name. Before the guys could say anything, us girls decided on a name.
"Team Amazon!" we shouted while Courtney kicked Duncan in the balls, and Heather kicked Cody in his.
"Team Victory!" the first team shouted. Then Sierra came up with the dumbest name ever.
"Team Chris is Really Really Really Really Hot!" this earned several objections from her team. But Chris now loved them. Okay. So, we get a camel, Team Victory got a stick. And Team CRRRH got a goat. Apparently, it will all be explained "Next time on Total, Drama, World Touuuuurrrrr!" according to Chris. If he felt like it.
(And that's chapter 1! I hope you already like this story as much as I do! Please leave comments! Please and thank you, Starburst-Rock.)