What if the Sisters were debuting in TDI instead of Katie and Sadie.

Are we there Yeti?

Chef: Last week on Total Drama Island, those good-for-nothing campers got swept away by a rainstorm that left them stranded on a deserted island. Meanwhile, the gruesome chick built a raft for her the delinquent, and the lawyer woman, which left mouthy girl to fend for herself. Somehow, they all ended up together in a tree house confessing their sins. That's when they came up with a cracker jack plan to find out who was making the fire, but all they found was the secret location of our production crew camp. Yeah, it's me doing the recap. You got a problem with that?! Since Chris is off hosting some frou-frou rewards show, I'll be filling in as host. But guess what? I ain't happy about it, either. So sit back, shut up, and watch a nice episode of Total! Drama! Island!

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[birds chirping]

Gwen: [sneezes]

[fly buzzes]

Heather: [snoring] [coughs] What? Who's that? Where are we?

Duncan: How did we get here?

Gwen: Chris?

Emma: Kitty!

Chef: Everybody just shut up! How you got here is not your concern!

[helicopter whirs]

Gwen: What happened to Chris?

Chef: None of your gosh darn business what happened to Chris! I'm in charge now. And I'm gonna make you wish you were never born. Your mission is to find your way out of the forest or die trying.

Heather: You can't be serious. We will die.

Gwen: [confessional] They left us in the woods. Alone. Again. With Heather, I'd rather go swimming in the shark-infested water.

Chef: Here's how it works. Team one, delinquent and lawyer. Team two, Grim and Grimmer. Everything you need is in these bags. You'll navigate your way north to base camp. The first team to tag the camp totem pole wins. And here's a tip. Better set up camp before sundown. Because when nightfall hits, you won't even see your trembling hand in front of your terrified face. Unless you got night vision goggles. But you don't. [laughs]

Duncan: Oh, please! Please don't leave us here! I'm begging you, we won't survive!

Chef: Grab a hold of your guts, soldier!

Heather: [confessional] Duncan's a lot of things, but he is definitely not a chicken. He's up to something, I can tell. And I am going to find out what it is.

Emma: This is completely nuts! We're basically bear bait out here!

Chef: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. You wish you'd saw a grizzly once you meet up with ol' Sasquatchanakwa! He's one mean mamma-jamma!

Gwen: [gasps]

[helicopter whirs]

Chef: Good luck, troops! Try not to die!

Gwen: Huh?

Heather: This isn't legal! You can't do this!

Gwen: [gasps]

Duncan: Hey, Peaches, file it with the network lawyers.

Heather: Where do they think they're going? They can't survive out there. It's suicide, it's–

Gwen: Hey. I've got an idea. Let's see what happens if you shut up already.

Heather: [confessional] Okay. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than ditching her grim little butt in the middle of nowhere, but this is the wild. I need someone to shove in front of me if a bear comes by.