The camera opens with an aerial view of a remote island, gradually zooming in on a dilapidated campground. The area features two weathered cabins, a mess hall with peeling paint, and a rustic outhouse, all surrounded by dense forest. The scene shifts toward the rickety wooden docks extending into the calm lake, where a man suddenly pops into the frame.
"Yo! We're comin' at you live from Camp Wawanakwa, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario! I'm your host, Chris McLean."
Chris McLean, the host, is a charismatic man in his early forties with neatly styled black hair. He sports a casual yet camera-ready outfit: a blue buttoned shirt paired with light brown khaki pants. With arms outstretched, he gestures enthusiastically, showcasing the rundown campgrounds behind him.
"Dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now! Here's the deal: Twenty-four campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Loser Boat," he chuckles, "and leave Total Drama Island for good."
The camera transitions to a fire pit area encircled by twelve wooden stumps arranged in two rows of six, set against the backdrop of the dense forest.
"Their fate will be decided here at the dramatic campfire ceremony, where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow. In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which, let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle… black flies, grizzly bears… disgusting camp food… and each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now, on Total. Drama. Island!"
The scene transitions back to the docks as the first contestant arrives.
"It's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort, so if they seem a little T.O.'d, that's probably why. Beth, what's up?"
A small motorboat pulls up, and a young girl steps onto the dock. Beth has shoulder-length brown hair and wears large, round glasses. Her outfit consists of pink capri pants, a yellow shirt, and a green vest, giving her a quirky, mismatched style. She beams with excitement as she approaches Chris.
"It's so incredulous to meet you! Wow. You're much shorter in real life."
"Uh… Thanks."
Chris, slightly taken aback by Beth's candid remark, gestures for the next contestant.
A larger boat arrives, and a tall, muscular young man steps off. DJ is an imposing figure with dark skin, wearing a green shirt emblazoned with a large red "D" on the chest, gray shorts, and sandals. Despite his size, his demeanor is friendly and approachable. He walks up to Chris and exchanges a fist bump with the host.
"DJ!"
"Yo! Chris McLean! How's it goin'? Hey, you sure you got the right place here?"
DJ glances around the camp, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Where's the hot tub at?"
"Yo, dawg. This is it, Camp Wawanakwa!"
DJ's expression shifts to one of uncertainty as he surveys the less-than-luxurious surroundings.
"Hmm. Looked a lot different on the application form…"
As DJ steps aside, another boat arrives carrying the third contestant. A slender girl with pale skin and long black hair accented by a teal streak disembarks. She's dressed in a black and blue ensemble that reflects her edgy, gothic style. Her expression is one of complete misery and irritation as she approaches the dock.
"Hey, Gwen."
The goth girl looks around her surroundings not liking it in the slightest.
"You mean we're staying here?"
Chris nods, a smirk playing on his lips.
"No, you're staying here. My crib is an Airstream with A.C. that-a-way."
He jerks his thumb in the direction away from the campgrounds, further agitating Gwen.
"I did not sign up for this."
"Actually, you did."
Chris produces a copy of Gwen's contract. She snatches it from him, tears it up, and tosses the pieces into the water, smirking as if she's outsmarted him. Unfazed, Chris holds up another identical contract.
"The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies."
Gwen's eyes narrow in frustration, and she turns to walk back toward the boat.
"I am not staying here."
Chris's smirk widens.
"Cool. I hope you can swim, though. Because your ride just left."
Gwen turns to see the boat that brought her already departing, its horn honking as it moves away, leaving her stranded. She glares daggers at Chris.
"Jerk!"
Before the tension can escalate, the sound of upbeat party music echoes over the water. A boat approaches, carrying a young man with tousled blonde hair under a cowboy hat. He's wearing an unbuttoned pink shirt revealing his toned torso, along with blue jean shorts and flip-flops. He energetically jumps off the boat onto the dock.
"Chris McLean! Sup, man? Honor to meet you, man!" Geoff exclaims, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He holds his hand up for a high five, which Chris readily returns.
"The Geoffster! Welcome to the island, man."
"Thanks, man."
Gwen looks aside, rolling her eyes "If they say 'man' one more time, I'm gonna puke."
Geoff moves to stand with the other campers as the next boat arrives.
"Everybody, this is Lindsay."
The boat docks, and a stunningly beautiful woman steps onto the dock. Lindsay is a French Canadian with long golden hair, adorned with a blue bandanna. She wears a brown shirt that accentuates her ample bosom, paired with an orange skirt and high-knee boots. Her presence leaves most of the campers staring, awestruck.
Chris looks to the camera "Not too shabby…"
Lindsay approaches Chris, her expression thoughtful.
"Hi. Hey, you look so familiar." She tilts her head slightly, trying to place him.
"I'm Chris McLean… The host? Of the show?"
The realization dawns on Lindsay.
"Oh, that's where I know you from."
The blonde's dimness is weirding Chris out like who could be this unaware
"Uh… Yeah."
Lindsay walks off, her beauty undeniable, though her awareness seems lacking.
The next boat arrives, carrying a woman with long black hair, wearing a maroon tube top, light brown shorts, and sandals. Chris introduces her with a single word.
"Heather."
this girl had an obvious short temper. Her cold, indifferent glare, reflected in her sunglasses, sends a clear message to the others.
The only camper brave—or perhaps foolish—enough to approach Heather is Beth.
"Hi! Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!"
Beth's enthusiastic greeting is accompanied by a spray of saliva from her retainer, causing Heather to recoil in disgust.
Before the tension can build, loud punk rock music blares from the next boat. A punk teen with a green Mohawk, wearing a black shirt with a white skull, blue jean shorts, and red sneakers, jumps off the boat, glaring at everyone.
"Duncan, dude."
Suddenly, loud punk rock music blares as the next boat docks. A young man with a green mohawk, wearing a black shirt with a white skull, blue jean shorts, and red sneakers, jumps off, glaring at everyone.
"Duncan, dude."
The boy known as Duncan walks up to Chris In anger not happy about his current surroundings being unlike the application
"I don't like… surprises."
Duncan gives clear reason when he cracks his knuckles threateningly Chris remains unfazed.
"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that. He also told me to give him a call anytime and have you return to juvie."
The campers react with surprise, realizing Duncan's troubled past. Duncan thinks for a minute while this camps sucks it was better than juvie so he takes a deep breathe before answering "Okay then."
He grabs his bag and walks over, pausing to address Heather.
"Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous."
Heather scoffs at the delinquent's attempt at flirting
"Drop dead, you skeeze. I'm calling my parents; you cannot make me stay here."
The honking of the next boat diverts everyone's attention to a brown haired man in a red tracksuit water-skiing behind it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!"
Tyler is the quintessential thrill-seeker, always ready for an adrenaline rush. His arrival is nothing short of dramatic.
Tyler releases the rope handle, skipping across the water like a stone. He continues until he collides with a crooked pillar on the dock, launching him into the air and landing him in a pile of luggage, displacing some of Heather's suitcases into the lake and splashing her.
"Good God!" "Ohhhhh!" "Jeez."
While Beth, DJ, and Gwen were concerned and worried for the athlete, Heather had more pressing concerns.
"Ugh! My shoes!"
Chris, thoroughly entertained, shouts to Tyler.
"Wicked wipeout, man!"
Tyler's hand emerges from the luggage pile, giving a thumbs-up thanking Chris for the compliment.
"HAHAHA!"
Chris is on cloud nine with the great footage he captured until the sound of heavy breathing interrupts him. He turns around and sees a ginger nerd with thick glasses. He wears a blue shirt featuring a picture of a burger, with bright green highlights on the sleeves and neck. A light red long-sleeved shirt is visible underneath. He has dark green pants and white shoes with blue and green stripes and is carrying a keyboard and suitcase.
"Welcome to camp, Harold."
Harold doesn't say anything, just looking at the camp with an almost emotionless expression, which weirds out the others.
"What's he looking at?" Beth asks DJ, who shrugs his shoulders, unsure of what's going through Harold's mind.
"So you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?"
"You got it."
Harold stares blankly at the host, further unsettling him, until Harold smiles and pumps his fists.
"Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills."
Chris cringes at the teen as Harold walks over to the other campers. Chris is pulled from the odd situation when contestant number nine appears.
"Contestant number nine is Trent."
Chris introduces a young man with black hair, wearing a green and black shirt with a handprint on the center, black jeans, and sneakers. The most interesting thing about him is the guitar case he's carrying, indicating he's a musician.
"Hey, good to meet you, man. Saw you on that figure skating show, nice work."
"Hey, thanks, man. I knew I rocked that show."
The two share a high five as the other campers overhear them.
"I saw that. One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. Though they got immunity that week."
"Lucky! I hope I get dropped on my head."
"Me too!"
Setting aside the weird comments from Beth, Harold and Lindsay, Trent realizes this really is the place and he has no immediate way out.
"So this is it?"
Trent surveys the others with widened eyes as Heather rings out her hair from Tyler's stunt gone wrong, with Harold picking his nose.
"All righty then."
Trent walks over, standing next to Gwen, and sends her a friendly smile, managing to make the goth girl crack her first smile.
The next contestant arrives, carrying a surfboard. She is a cute blonde woman with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a blue hoodie, swim shorts, and sandals.
"Hey. What's up?"
"All right! Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here."
Chris announces the new contestant only for Duncan to scoff at Bridgette's most prominent item.
: "Nice board. This ain't Malibu, honey."
Bridgette's demeanor falls, internally agreeing that her surfboard might seem out of place.
"I thought we were going to be on a beach."
Chris places a hand on Bridgette's shoulder, gesturing to the "wondrous" Wawanakwa beach.
"We are!"
Bridgette turns to see a beach littered with garbage. A lone seagull, adorned with a six-pack ring around its neck, cries out before being swept into the waves.
"Great."
She picks up her board and bag, heading toward the group. In her path, Chris stands, leading to an accidental collision. She swings her surfboard, inadvertently hitting Chris in the head.
"Ow! Darn it! That hurt!" He rubs his head, wincing.
"Hey guys."
She greets the campers, one of whom is particularly eager.
"Hey! I'm Geoff."
"What's up?"
Bridgette turns to Geoff, swinging her surfboard, nearly striking the other campers.
"Dang! Watch the board, man!"
The warning goes unheard.
"Hi, I'm Beth!"
"Hey."
Another near miss with the surfboard keeps the campers on edge.
"Okay, we've all met surfer girl. Can we get on with the show, please?"
Duncan turns his attention to Heather, amused by her irritation.
"Someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning?"
"Get bent."
"Our… [grunts] next camper is Noah."
Chris introduces Noah as he steps onto the dock, he is a skinny boy with slightly dark skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. He wears a red sweater vest over a collared short-sleeved shirt, with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. His attire is completed with olive green jeans and shoes featuring darker green and white stripes.
"You got my memo about my life-threatening allergies?"
His tone is snide and monotone, indicating his lack of enthusiasm for being at camp.
"Sure someone did." Chris shrugs, indifferent.
"Good. Is this where we're staying?"
"No, it's your mother's house. And we're throwing a party!"
Duncan delivers the quip, punching his palm for emphasis.
"Cute. Nice piercings, original. Do them yourself?"
Noah approaches Duncan, still nonchalant.
"Yeah. You want one?"
Without hesitation, Duncan grabs Noah's bottom lip, presenting a needle. Noah remains unfazed.
[Scoffs] "No thanks, can I have my lip back, please?"
Duncan released Noah's lip, the know it all's expression unchanging.
"Thanks."
"What's up, y'all? Leshawna's in the house!"
Her booming voice cut through the tension, introducing herself with flair. Leshawna was a young, curvy Black woman exuding confidence. She wore a beige shirt adorned with a kumquat pattern across the chest, her black hair styled in a thick, high ponytail. Hoop earrings, jeans, and brown flats completed her ensemble.
Leshawna wasted no time engaging with the other campers, her vibrant personality evident as she made her rounds.
"Yo, baby! Hey, how you doin'? How's it goin'? Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, 'cause I came to win!"
She high-fived DJ enthusiastically as she joined the group.
"Oh, what's up, my brother? Gimme some sugar, baby!"
DJ reciprocated the sentiment, returning the high-five with equal enthusiasm.
Nearby, Harold couldn't contain his curiosity and blurted out his thoughts.
"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before."
Leshawna's demeanor shifted instantly, her glare locking onto Harold with palpable intensity.
"Excuse me?"
"You're real big. And loud."
He gestured expansively, indicating her size and presence, perhaps unaware of the potential offense.
"What did you say to me?!"
Rolling up her sleeves, Leshawna prepared to confront Harold, her stance defensive. DJ, Bridgette, and Beth intervened, attempting to de-escalate the situation.
"Oh no, you didn't! You have not seen anything yet! I'll show you big, baby!"
Harold, undeterred, assumed a bizzare karate stance, balancing on one leg with one arm raised and the other making chopping motions.
"Hii-yah!"
"Oh yeah, you want some of this? Well, come on then!"
"All right, campers. Settle down."
Chris's authoritative tone managed to quell the brewing confrontation, though the tension lingered as Harold continued to eye Leshawna warily.
The sudden roar of a boat engine diverted everyone's attention as the next contestants arrived. Two young women stepped onto the dock, mirroring each other's appearance. They wore matching black and white striped tops, pink short-shorts, pink shoes, and had their black hair styled in pigtails. Despite their similar attire, their physiques were markedly different: one was white and plump, while the other was Black and slender.
"Ladies! Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks."
The girls surveyed the rundown camp, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Oh my gosh. Sadie, look, it's a summer camp."
"Okay, I've always wanted to go to summer camp! Eeee!"
Their synchronized excitement was palpable as they bounced on their heels, eager for the adventure ahead.
The next arrival was a scruffy-looking young man wearing a blue beanie, a dirty green hoodie, blue jeans, and boots. His disheveled appearance contrasted sharply with the others.
"Ezekiel! What's up, man?"
Ezekiel glanced around, his gaze unfocused.
"I think I see a bird."
Trent chuckled softly at Ezekiel's odd behavior.
Chris pulled Ezekiel aside, speaking in hushed tones.
"Okay. Look, dude, I know you don't get out much, been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky prairie people. Just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early, okay?"
Ezekiel nodded earnestly.
"Yes, sir."
Gwen observed Ezekiel's peculiar demeanor, a mix of bewilderment and sympathy crossing her face.
"That's just… Wow."
As Ezekiel shuffled toward the group, the next contestant made his entrance. A young man with brown hair, he wore a white shirt under a faded yellow polo with red and green stripes, blue jeans, and green sneakers. His confident stride suggested a flair for the dramatic.
"Cody. The Codester. The Codemeister!"
Chris greeted him enthusiastically, sharing a high-five.
"Dude, psyched to be here, man. I see the ladies have already arrived. All right."
Cody strutted confidently, attempting to engage with the female campers. Leshawna, however, was having none of it.
"Save it, short stuff."
Cody, undeterred, maintained his grin, his demeanor unphased by the rebuff.
The 18th contestant approached—a gruff-looking girl with black hair, wearing a blue exercise compression shirt, blue shorts, and sneakers. Her stern expression and purposeful gait suggested a no-nonsense attitude.
"Eva. Nice. Glad you could make it."
Eva remains silent, brushing past Chris to join the other contestants. In her path, she accidentally drops her bag onto Cody's foot, producing an audible clang.
"Ow! What's in there? Dumbbells?"
"Yes."
Eva's standoffish demeanor and permanent scowl make everyone wary. Observing this, Duncan leans toward DJ and whispers.
"She's all yours, man."
DJ looks more apprehensive than enthusiastic about the prospect.
"Woohoo! Chris! What's happenin'?! Hahaha! This is awesome! Woohoo!"
The next camper bounds onto the scene—a tall, heavy-set blonde man wearing a white shirt emblazoned with a blue maple leaf, green shorts, and blue sneakers. His exuberant personality matches his appearance.
"Owen! Welcome!"
Chris enthusiastically high-fives Owen, embracing his infectious energy.
"Awesome to be here, man! Yeah! Man, this is just so…"
Owen struggles to find the right word.
"Awesome?"
But luckily gwen found it for him
"Yes! Awesome! Whoooo! WhoooHooooo!"
"You about finished?"
Chris stares blankly at Owen, quickly getting annoyed by the big camper's theatrics.
"Sorry, dude. I'm just so psyched!"
Owen dashes off to greet the other contestants.
The next arrival is a poised woman with tan skin, wearing a brown sweater over a white shirt with green pants and sandals.
"Cool. And here comes Courtney."
"Thank you. Hi. You must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all."
"How's it goin'? I'm Owen!"
"Nice to meet you. Ooohhhh, wow."
All the campers fall silent, some in awe, others in disbelief. The girls and Owen are particularly captivated by the next arrival—a handsome, dark-skinned man wearing a dark green shirt, faded blue jeans, and sandals. His striking appearance is enough to make Sadie faint from excitement.
"This is Justin. Welcome to Total Drama Island."
"Thanks, Chris. This is great."
"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks."
"I can deal with that."
Justin, pleased with the compliment, continues to mingle. Owen eagerly approaches him but struggles to find words.
"I like your pants!"
"Thanks, man."
"'Cause they look like they're all… worn out. Hahaha, did you buy them like that?"
"Uh, no, just had them for a while."
"Oh. Cool. [To himself] Stupid."
Owen smacks himself in the head, embarrassed by his own awkwardness.
"Hey, everyone. Izzy!"
The campers turn their attention as the third-to-last contestant arrives, waving excitedly. This was Izzy, an orange-haired woman in a green tube top with a matching skirt, exudes energy.
"Hi, Chris! Hi! Hi! Whoa!"
Izzy loses her footing, falling off the dock and hitting her chin before splashing into the water.
"Ooh! That was bad."
Tyler comments as Courtney is the first to react, rushing to help Izzy out of the water.
"Guys, she could be seriously hurt."
With Courtney's assistance, Izzy is pulled onto the dock. She coughs up water, takes deep breaths, then shakes herself off like a dog.
"That felt… so… good! Except for hitting my chin. This is a summer camp? That is so cool. Do you have papier-mâché here? Are we having lunch soon?"
"That is a good call!"
Owen immediately bonds with Izzy, though the other campers remain visibly unsettled with Courtney backing away from the red haired girl.
"Later. Now, before the last two contestants arrive, I should mention there's a little something special about them."
He pauses, ensuring everyone's attention.
"They're kind of a special two-for-one deal."
"Are they conjoined twins?"
"…No."
Chris shakes his head as some campers give Owen puzzled looks.
"So, like I was trying to say, they are a pair of friends who auditioned. While this show is obviously in Canada, with all of you originating from the country, the producers thought it was a good idea to open two spots to our neighboring country down south—the good ol' United States of America. But I added a requirement: the applicants had to send in a video of themselves together; they either had to be dating or be longtime friends. Thousands of applicants and These two were the winners. So, from the United States, the boy from Royal Woods, Michigan, and the girl from Great Lakes City, Michigan, I give you Lincoln and Ronnie Anne!"
The couple of Americans came into view as the boat pulled up to the dock. Many of the campers were surprised by the appearance of the male, as his hair was as white as fresh snow. He had a few freckles on his face and was dressed in a red shirt with a black card spade with an 'A' on it, an orange button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blue jeans, and white sneakers with three orange stripes on the side. The female was a Hispanic woman with long black hair done up in a ponytail that went down to her butt. She was dressed in a purple hoodie with a white tank top underneath, black yoga pants with a purple stripe that went down the side, and purple mid-top sneakers. They walked off the boat; Lincoln was holding two suitcases, while Ronnie Anne had a duffle bag under one arm and a rolling suitcase with a skateboard attached to it.
"Told you the boat ride wouldn't be so bad."
"Don't rub it in, lame-o. I don't do well on boats." Ronnie Anne lightly punches Lincoln's shoulder as they step off the boat and walk up to Chris. Lincoln decided to introduce himself to Chris.
"Yo, Chris McLean, right?"
"Yep. I want to personally welcome the two of you to the great country of Canada. How's it feel to be this far from home, eh?"
Lincoln shrugs his shoulders "Warmer than I expected, but it's cool to be here."
"Same. I've been to Mexico before; it's cool to be in a new country."
Lincoln looks around quickly gaining a worried look. "So, where is the camp?"
Chris just chuckles at the white-haired boy's expression. "This is it, man. Camp Wawanakwa!" Chris gestures to the campgrounds as the Americans turn their heads and can actually see the wood falling off the cabins, perfectly signifying how bad the living conditions are.
Lincoln sighs deeply and pulls out his wallet, takes out a twenty-dollar bill, and hands it to a smirking Ronnie Anne
"Don't be upset, Link. I was kinda hoping I was wrong about the camp, but not right now."
Ronnie Anne shakes the lost bill in Lincoln's face before she pockets it, the campers look at the scene with most of the them chuckling at the banter and relationship between the two Americans.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna like her." Leshawna immediately likes this girl and her personality.
The teens walk across the dock to the other campers and introduce themselves.
"Hello, good to meet you all., my name is Lincoln and this is Ronnie Anne"
"What's up, everyone?"
Most of the others voice their hellos and greetings, all except for two the silent scowl of heather was her greeting but Duncan decided to make himself known.
"HAHAHA!!! Nice hair, old man."
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne exchange annoyed expressions at the delinquent. Lincoln slowly claps his hands after setting his bags down.
"Woooow. Real original there, hedge-head. Not like I've already heard that joke like a thousand times before."
Ronnie Anne shakes her head slowly just looking disappointed.
"Seriously, that was your best? You need to insult better, like: Nice nose piercing. You use that to hang air fresheners, stank breath."
"HA!"
Lincoln lets out a single laugh as the couple walks up, ignoring the pissed-off look Duncan is giving them. They make it to the others.
Dj walks up to the white-haired 16-year-old "Nice to meet you both." DJ says to Lincoln and Ronnie with a smile as he shakes Lincoln's hand. "Welcome to Canada."
"Hey, thanks, dude. Thanks for the welcome."
Dj quickly shakes Ronnie Anne's hand after he let go of Lincoln's hand.
"Glad to be here."
Ronnie anne said to DJ before walking to the rest of the campers while holding a hand up to accept high fives, which Geoff, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, and Tyler return.
Owen grabs and bear hugs Lincoln
"Welcome to Canada, man! I'm Owen, HE-HA!"
Lincoln laughs from the big guy's hug as he lets him go. Now Owen tries to do the same to Ronnie Anne, who holds her hands up.
"Whoa there big guy. Sorry but I'm not much of a hugger."
Owen looks dejected but puts on a hopeful expression, holding up his hand for a high five, which Ronnie Anne returns.
"Ooooh, girl, you are rocking that purple."
Leshawna and Bridgette walk up to Ronnie Anne.
"Thanks. Most of my clothes are purple; it's been my favorite color since I was like five."
"Same. Most of my clothes are the same shade of blue. I'm Bridgette, and this is Leshawna."
Leshawna holds her hand up for a high five.
"What's up, girl."
Ronnie Anne returns the high five, happy to meet some nice people here.
"Just happy to be here and excited to win."
"All right, campers! We need a group photo for the promos. Everyone at the end of the dock! Okay!"
All the campers were huddled together on the docks in their iconic pose, with Ronnie Anne and Lincoln on the far left, Lincoln throwing up the horns as Ronnie Anne stands by his side doing the bunny ears prank to Lincoln.
"One, two, three. Oops. Okay, forgot the lens cap! Okay, hold that pose! One! Tw– oh. No, wait. Card's full. Hang on."
"Come on, man, my face is startin' to freeze!"
"Got it. Okay, everyone say 'Wawanakwa!'"
"Wawanakwa-aaahhhh!"
All the campers fall through the crummy dock, getting drenched in the lake. As Chris takes multiple photos of them in the water.
Chris: "Okay, guys. Dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten!"
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Intro
Various locations were observed being prepared and activated. Shortly after, cameras emerged from every conceivable spot before a director's slateboard was snapped.
"Dear mom and dad, I'm doing fine"
"You guys are on my mind"
The camera zoomed past the camp, sweeping past Chris seated in a director's chair, and traveling all the way up the cliff before plunging down into the water, where Owen was spotted knocking out a fish with a fart.
"You asked me what I wanted to be, and I think the answer is plain to see"
"I wanna be famous!"
The fish floated up after being knocked out, and Geoff and Bridgette were seen staring into each other's eyes while drifting together on a surfboard. However, both cringed as they caught a whiff of Owen's fart, just as an eagle swooped down to snatch the knocked-out fish.
DJ was then shown in the forest, grinning while surrounded by adorable, cuddly animals. That is until the eagle dropped the fish in front of him, causing the animals to charge at him and scatter in a panic. Duncan laughed at the chaos while Courtney shot him a disapproving look.
DJ, still running, passed by a mountainous canyon where Lincoln was sitting on a rock, sketching in his notebook, while Ronnie Anne performed a 180 Ollie off a chasm.
"I wanna live close the sun"
"Well, pack your bags, cause I've already won"
Leshawna and Heather were now seen engaged in a sissy fight on a raft that eventually plunged down a waterfall. Meanwhile, Harold was perfecting his mad skills on a cracked log before Izzy collided with him while swinging on a vine. The two crashed into an outhouse, knocking Lindsay out of it, her skirt down, revealing her panties.
"Everything to prove, nothing in my way"
"I'll get there one day"
"Cause I wanna be famous"
In the mess hall, a muscular chef was seen stirring a mysterious pot with his bare hands, while Noah and Ezekiel were tied up and trembling in fear over the "dish." Eva, meanwhile, was dominating Tyler in an arm-wrestling contest.
"Na-na-na-na-na"
"Na-na-na-na"
"Na-na-na-na"
Outside, Sadie and Katie were watching a shirtless Justin on the beach as the handsome teen admired himself using two mirrors. The camera cut to the ocean nearby, showing a salmon leaping from the water only to be devoured by a shark, with a tentacle dragging a floating seagull beneath the surface.
"I wanna be"
"I wanna be"
"I wanna be famous!!!!"
Beth was seen on the dock of shame, twirling a flaming baton for a moment before tossing it into the air.
"I wanna be"
"I wanna be"
"I wanna be famous!!!!!!!"
Gwen and Trent were now sitting together by the campfire, with Trent holding his guitar. The two leaned in close, but were interrupted by Cody popping up between them. The camera zoomed out to reveal the other campers as well, with Chris whistling by the campfire.
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All the campers had managed to dry off and were currently sitting or hanging around the campgrounds when Chris stepped forward.
"This… is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabinmates, your competition…"
Heather glared at the rest of the girls as Chris continues
"...and maybe even your friends. Ya dig?"
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne exchanged a fist bump. Meanwhile, Harold smiled at Duncan, who glared back, brandishing his fist at the nerd.
"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!"
"Excuse me. What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her."
Duncan's perverted comment made Heather gasp in concern.
"They're not co-ed, are they?"
"No. Girls get one side of each cabin, and dudes get the other."
"Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with the lake view since I'm the prettiest?"
"Okay, you are." Lindsay smiled at the compliment but quickly lost it as Chris continued, "But that's not really how it works here, and it's Chris."
Best friends Katie and Sadie clung to each other tightly, not wanting to be separated.
"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die."
"And I'll break out in hives. It's true."
"This cannot be happening."
Gwen held her head, not believing this was her life for the next eight weeks.
"Aww, c'mon, guys! It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!"
The ever-lovable Owen wrapped Gwen and Tyler in a hug. Tyler took the opportunity to whisper to Gwen.
"At least you don't have to sleep next to him."
The goth darted her eyes to where the athlete's eyes pointed, and they saw Duncan with a deer in a harsh headlock, giving the poor mammal an epic noogie.
"Here's the deal. We're gonna split you into two teams. If I call your name out, go stand over there: Gwen, Trent, Heather, Ronnie Anne, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and… Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as… The Screaming Gophers!"
Chris tossed the team a green banner. Owen caught it and unveiled it. The banner was dark green with a gopher in a boxing stance, its mouth wide open as if it were screaming.
"Yeah! I'm a Gopher! Whoo!"
"Wait. What about Sadie?"
Ronnie Anne glanced over at Lincoln in worry, both of them concerned since it seemed that they were on opposite teams.
"The rest of you over here: Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Lincoln, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, and… Harold! Move, move, move, move!"
"But Katie's a Gopher! I have to be a Gopher!"
"Sadie, is it? Come on, it'll be okay."
Courtney helped Sadie stand and comforted her as they walked away.
"This is so unfair! I miss you, Katie!"
"I miss you too!"
"You guys will officially be known as… The Killer Bass!"
Chris tossed Harold a dark red banner, which he unveiled to show an angry-looking bass.
"It's awesome. It's like… amazing."
"All right, campers. You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition."
The camera cuts to inside an outhouse where Chris is speaking.
Chris - CONFESSIONAL: "You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape with video diaries anytime you want. Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking, or just get something off your chest."
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Gwen - CONFESSIONAL:
Gwen was hunched over, annoyed and upset that she was stuck at the camp.
"Um… okay. So far, this sucks."
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Lindsay - CONFESSIONAL:
The blonde had no real idea how the confessional worked. She was facing the wrong way, with her back to the camera and her butt in front of it.
"I don't get it. Where's the camera guy?"
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Loon - CONFESSIONAL:
A loon was seen applying lipstick to its beak.
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Owen - CONFESSIONAL:
"Hey, everyone! Check this out. I have something very important to say."
Owen didn't say anything, only letting out a fart before laughing.
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Lincoln - CONFESSIONAL:
"When I signed up, I was under the belief that me and Ronnie Anne would be on the same team. Guess this was Chris's plan from the beginning."
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Ronnie Anne - CONFESSIONAL:
"Great, so now every game I'm gonna be worried about Lincoln getting eliminated if my team wins. Lincoln is one of my best friends. I don't want to lose him." Ronnie Anne realized what she just said. And looks at the camera with some red in her cheeks.
"I… meant that… we agreed to split the money if one of us wins… so I don't want to lose him because I care about him being here with me… because of… I mean… that… I… SHUT UP!!!"
Ronnie Anne punched the camera, making it go to static.
The camera feed returns to the firepit, where Chris stands in the middle of the Killer Bass and Screaming Gophers.
"All right. Any questions? Cool. Let's find your cabins."
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"Gophers, you're in the east cabins. Bass, you're in the west."
The campers glance over at the cabins. The rooms are shoddy and old, with bunk beds being the only sleeping arrangements.
"Bunk beds? Isn't this a little… summer camp?"
Gwen pushes past Heather, standing in the doorway.
"That's the idea, genius."
"Ugh. Shut up, weird goth girl."
Gwen sets her bags on the top bunk, claiming it as her own. Cody, the tech geek, saunters into the cabin.
"You're so smart. I feel that."
"Shouldn't you be on the boys' side?"
Gwen gives him a sharp look as the nervous geek tries, and fails, to impress her. Ronnie Anne enters and places her bags on the bed below Gwen. And Ronnie Anne notices Cody standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
Cody walks over to Ronnie Anne's side. Eager to impress the Hispanic tomboy.
"Just wanted to see how the lovely Gopher girls were settling in. You're Ronnie Anne, right? I personally wanted to say that, uh, tu… trasero es… muy… sexy."
Ronnie Anne's face flushes red before narrowing her eyes at the boy.
"And I want to tell you, Eres un idiota patético y voy a arrojarte de la cabaña ahora."
"Heh, cool."
But unfortunately he didn't know know what he said nor what Ronnie Anne truly said as in the next second, Cody is violently thrown out of the girl's side of the cabin by Ronnie Anne. He lands in front of Trent, who looks at the scene bewildered.
"Where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straightening iron."
"There are some in the communal bathrooms just across the way."
Chris points over to the bathrooms.
"Communal bathrooms? But I'm not Catholic."
"Not communion. Communal."
Lindsay stares at Chris blankly, not understanding what he means.
"It means we shower together, idiot."
Gwen, who needed to step out of the cabin, tells Lindsay as she walks by to sit down on the steps.
Lindsay can't take it and lets it all out.
"Aww, d– no! C'mon!"
The commotion gets the rest of the Gophers to pop up and see what's happening.
"I'm glad we're in our own cabin with just guys! Know what I mean?"
Unfortunately for Owen, the other guys don't know what he means and shoot him very weirded-out looks.
"Wait! I mean, no! I didn't mean it like that! I love chicks! I just don't want to sleep near them! Ahh, Dah, I mean…"
As Owen tries to convince the others of what he meant, Geoff walks out of the Bass cabin.
"Excuse me, Chris?! Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?"
"You're all sixteen years old. As old as a counselor-in-training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You got a half hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge. Starting… now!"
"Nice."
Geoff and Duncan share a high five, happy at the amount of freedom they have.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Lindsay's scream from inside the cabin grabs everyone's attention, even from far away.
"Ooh, man, that white girl can scream."
The rest of the camp poked their heads into the girls' side of the Gopher cabin, where they saw Lindsay standing on a stool, her wide eyes fixed on the ground, her body trembling in complete and utter fear… of a cockroach. The small, dark bug crawled silently across the floor, completely unaware of the chaos it was about to cause.
"What is it? Kill it! Kill it!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
But Lindsay wasn't the only one terrified of the tiny creature. DJ, in a sheer panic, screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping onto a nearby bed, which immediately collapsed under his weight. The rickety frame was no match for the force of the BrickHouse crashing onto it.
"That was my bed."
"Tienes que estar bromeando."
The next few moments turned into total chaos. Campers were scrambling, jumping onto beds in a frenzied attempt to escape the cockroach. Only Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, Gwen, Leshawna, and Tyler seemed to maintain some semblance of composure, trying their best to corner and squash the roach. However, the crafty insect kept evading them, darting from side to side.
Just when it seemed like the roach was about to win, Duncan burst into the room, a menacing look in his eyes and an axe gripped tightly in his hand. He stormed forward with a determined, almost predatory look on his face.
The cockroach, in its final moment of freedom, called out desperately in a tiny voice.
"Help me."
[SPLAT!]
With one swift swing of the axe, Duncan cut the cockroach clean in half at its stomach, leaving it crumpled and lifeless on the floor.
"Well, that's one way to kill a cockroach."
Gwen smiled at the sight of the dead roach, Duncan's brutal method of pest control being morbidly amusing to the goth girl.
"Awesome."
"Dude, you have problems."
Harold and Ronnie Anne definitely had the most conflicting views on the event. Most of the campers stood in a mix of awe, amusement, and sheer bewilderment, watching as Duncan calmly cleaned off his axe. The athlete Tyler, seeing Lindsay still shaking on the stool, quickly moved over to help her down, his strong arms lifting her off the small platform and gently sitting her on the bed.
"If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, 'kay? 'Cause… [inhales] Y'know… I can do that too."
Lindsay remained silent, her eyes wide with gratitude as she looked up at Tyler, her heart pounding. He was being so kind, and, if she were honest with herself, he was kind of cute too.
"Psh. They always go for the jocks."
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After the commotion in the Gopher cabin, all the campers made their way over to the main lodge for their first meal of their stay. The lodge was large, with wooden beams and dim lighting, but it felt cozy enough. When they entered, they were greeted by the chef—a huge, intimidating Black man who looked like he'd rather be barking orders at soldiers than dishing out food to a bunch of campers. His presence was enough to make anyone think twice before making a sound.
"Listen up! I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day! Grab your tray, get your food, and sit your butts down now!"
"Excuse me. Will we be getting all the major food groups?"
"Yeah. 'Cause I get hypoglycemic real bad if I don't get enough sugar."
"You'll get a whole lot of shut the heck up!!!!"
Beth and Harold, both caught off guard by the chef's explosive reaction, found themselves drenched in a fine mist of spit. Harold's hair was blown back, and Beth's glasses were knocked askew, giving her a disoriented look.
Owen, always the one to lighten the mood, leaned into Noah's ear and whispered.
"Have a cow."
The joke, though juvenile, actually managed to make Noah chuckle, surprising the know-it-all.
"What was that?!"
Unfortunately, Owen had been too loud, and the chef, now aware of their little conversation, glared at the two boys, causing them both to freeze in fear.
"Come closer, fat boy. I didn't hear you."
"Uh, I didn't really say anything important."
"I'm sure you didn't. You! Scrawny kid. Gimme your plate."
Noah, visibly shaken, handed over his plate. The chef scooped up some more of the disgusting 'sludge' from the serving tray and plopped it on Noah's bun. The extra "food" seemed to have a life of its own, jumping back to the spoon before the chef slopped it onto Noah's bun with a sickening sound.
Both Owen and Noah quickly bolted from the lunch line, their faces pale, and their stomachs churning from the ordeal.
"Hey, what's up, girl?" Leshawna tried to strike up a conversation with Eva, but the sports girl ignored her completely, brushing her off without a second glance.
"Oh. It's gonna be like that, is it?"
"NEXT!!!"
The chef's loud, gruff voice spurred Leshawna to move quickly through the line. Lindsay and Gwen followed behind her, trying to get their food without further incident.
"Excuse me. My nutritionist says I shouldn't eat any white sugar, white flour, or like, dairy."
The chef didn't respond to Lindsay's request. Instead, he was too busy swatting at a fly buzzing around his head. Without missing a beat, he grabbed it with his bare hand and crushed it in his fingers, all while still not taking his eyes off Lindsay.
"I don't think that's gonna be a problem."
"Cool."
Lindsay happily took her food, but as she turned, Gwen caught a glimpse of her meal. Something was… moving.
"Okay, I hate to be predictable and complain on the first day, but I think mine just moved."
The chef, not missing a beat, brought a meat tenderizer down onto Gwen's food, crushing whatever it was that had been wriggling.
"Right, okay then."
Gwen walked away, her food still moving in places. She tried to ignore it as much as she could. The next campers in line nervously looked down at their plates, wondering if they'd be next, the line continued until TDI American contestants got in the line.
"So, how's everything at the Gopher cabin?"
"It's… fine. Me and Gwen had to find a new bunk, but beyond that, it's all fine."
"YOU LOVEBIRDS!!! YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE WITH YOUR FLIRTING!!!"
The comment caused both Lincoln and Ronnie Anne to blush deeply in embarrassment. The rest of the campers burst into laughter at the exchange.
"We… are… not… LOVEBIRDS, OLD MAN!!!"
The laughter started to die down when Ronnie Anne screamed at the hardened chef.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU MAGGOT!!??"
"¡¡¡NO SOMOS TORTOLITOS, VIEJO!!!"
Lincoln quickly placed his hand on Ronnie Anne's shoulder, guiding her away before she could say anything else.
"Ronnie anne solo respira recuerda por qué estamos aquí, hay un gran premio de cien mil dólares."
" 'Lo se, Linc... pero... ¡¡¡ahhhh!!!"
Lincoln led the fuming Ronnie Anne away, grabbing both her tray and his own in the process.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO SAYING!!!???"
"It's better if you don't know."
Lincoln set her tray down at the Gophers' table before finally taking his seat with the Bass.
Chris finally walked into the lodge with a wide grin on his face.
"Welcome to the main lodge."
"Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?"
Geoff's honest, and somewhat desperate, question about the quality of the food caused the chef to throw a cleaver across the room, narrowly missing Geoff. It was a clear answer to his question.
"Whoa! It's cool, G! Brown slop is cool! Ha, ha. Right, guys?"
The rest of the campers mumbled in agreement, trying to seem enthusiastic, but it was clear no one was thrilled about the food.
"Your first challenge begins… in one hour! So get your swimsuits on. Heh, you'll need 'em."
"What do you think they'll make us do?"
"It's our first challenge. How hard can it be?"
Unfortunately for DJ, the first challenge was for all the campers in their swimsuits to jump off the 1000-foot cliffside of a nearby mountain. The jagged cliffs loomed ominously above an icy lake that looked more like a death trap than a swimming pool.
"Oh, *bleep*."