Deterioration ↠ Total Drama World Tour

04- Anything Yukon Do, I Can Do Better

Logan's POV

"Harold's yo-yo? Where did you find that?" DJ asked Leshawna as we sat back in loser class with Team Chris once again. I turned my head to see her holding Harold's yo-yo in her hand.

"Dang fool wanted me to have it," Leshawna answered with a small smile. I frowned.

"I'm really sorry he's gone," DJ apologized.

"And how is everyone back here?" Chris popped his head inside the room. "That is what I would ask if I cared. Coming through, make way."

"Where are you taking us next?" Leshawna asked with a small scoff. "Can it please be somewhere with no pinball machines?"

"Or pandas," DJ chimed in.

"Or giant rice bowls," I added.

"Or candied fish tails," Noah spoke up.

"Huh? What? Fish tails? Where?" Owen questioned excitedly, waking up from his nap.

"Our next destination is everything you've just asked for!" Chris grinned.

//Sierra's Confessional

"Thanks to my extensive viewings, re-viewings, and re-re-viewings of seasons one and two, I can safely say that when Chris says one thing, he means another. Ah, classic Chris." //

Right after Chris left, the plane started shaking, and the seatbelt light turned on.

We screamed, trying to find our seatbelts. I was thrown to the ground with a loud thud before I could even secure mine.

"We've hit some turbulence. Buckle up and stay seated! Over!" Chef's voice came through the intercom as I reached for DJ's legs.

We weren't even a quarter of the way through the season, and I had already almost died multiple times.

"Ah! Ahhhh! Ah! Ahhh! We're gonna die!" Owen cried out. Alejandro quickly silenced him by pushing on one of his pressure points, causing him to instantly pass out.

I smirked at the teenager. Charismatic and profound. He really is the whole package.

The plans I have in store are going to be stimulating. I can't wait.

The plane nosedived and we spun out of control. I slid underneath the bench and slammed against the wall while gripping onto DJ's ankles, who somehow managed to stay put despite the turbulence.

"I'm so close to pulling a Jason Dean right now," I muttered, crawling out of hiding after the plane landed.

I hastily wiped the dirt off of me and made my way to the door. As I opened it, DJ bumped into me, causing me to lose my balance. I fell face first into the numbing snow.

"Ahh!" DJ tripped after me, falling on top of me, and before I knew it, everyone else was crushing me like I was some sort of pop can.

"I'm alive!" Owen cheered, piling on top of us last.

"Yeah, and my lungs are slowly deflating," I wheezed, trying to drag myself out of the heap.

Why do I always feel like I'm the one getting hurt on this show?

"Welcome to the Yukon!" Chris laughed from inside the plane.

As Chris and Chef exited the plane, we got off of each other and found ourselves standing at a starting line, shivering in the cold without any jackets or warmth.

"Um, hello? Where are our jackets?" Heather demanded, glaring at Chris who stood in front of us, donning a big fluffy coat.

I applauded myself for wearing jeans instead of shorts like some of the others.