We open not on Camp Wawanakwa, deep in the forests of Muskoka, but on a house in Michigan.
A white house—though "white" was doing a lot of heavy lifting. The exterior bore the marks of chaos: bikes leaning where they didn't belong, chalk drawings half-washed from the driveway, and a faint dent in the siding that no one could remember the origin of. This was the Loud house.
And inside, it was already loud.
"IT'S GONNA START SOON!!"
Lily Loud was practically glued to the couch, bouncing in place with uncontainable excitement. The youngest Loud—now six years old—had grown a lot. She wore light purple overalls with a flower stitched onto the belly, a white shirt underneath, and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail that bobbed every time she moved.
"Calm down, Lils," Luna said, sitting beside her. "It's not starting for like… half an hour."
Luna Loud had changed a lot over the years. Her brown hair now fell in a dramatic devilock, her bangs spiked and streaked with purple highlights. She wore a purple skull shirt, black jeans, and heavy purple combat boots. As Lily wiggled beside her, Luna casually reached over and rubbed the younger girl's head.
"Well," Luna added with a grin, "missing our brother's big TV debut would be kinda… dramatic."
She paused.
"Hahaha. Get it?"
From the kitchen, Luan walked in carrying sodas and set them down on the coffee table. Several groans echoed immediately.
Luan had grown up too—no braces anymore, and her style had matured into a yellow-and-white striped shirt, a black skirt, knee-high socks with a yellow stripe, and matching yellow sneakers.
"Chill, chica," she said cheerfully. "The show'll start soon. Just gotta have patience."
A new voice chimed in.
"Don't call me chica."
Carlitos sat down cross-legged in front of the couch. Now six years old as well, he wore blue jeans and a red-and-white soccer jersey, his hair grown out into a shaggy mess.
Lily stuck her tongue out at him.
Carlitos chuckled just as Rosa Casagrande walked in carrying a plate of chips and salsa.
"Be nice to Lily, Carlitos," Rosa said gently. "Her family was kind enough to throw this watch party so we can celebrate Lincoln and Ronnie Anne getting on the show."
She settled into the recliner Lynn Sr. had pulled out for guests just as the front door opened again.
"Told you we'd be back," Rita announced. "It's almost time for the show."
She came in alongside Lynn Sr., both of them carrying pizza boxes. Behind them followed Frida, Maria, and Carlos, arms full of soda packs. All of the parents looked mostly the same—just with a few more gray hairs and a little more tired wisdom in their eyes.
Lynn Sr. set the pizzas down.
"When you're right, you're right, dear. Thanks for helping us carry all this in."
"No problem," Maria replied warmly as she set the soda on the table. "Thanks for inviting us to the premiere."
Carlos and Frida added the remaining cases and moved toward the living room.
"So," Carlos asked, glancing around, "how much longer till the show starts?"
"About another half hour," Luna answered.
From the stairs, Lynn Jr. came stomping down.
"Everyone here yet?"
She was older now too—one side of her head shaved in a sharp sidecut, the other long and shaggy. She still wore her red jersey, paired with red shorts.
Lisa followed behind her, wearing a green proton shirt beneath her lab coat, with CJ close behind in jeans and a yellow shirt.
"Hello, families," Lisa greeted.
"Are we all here?" CJ asked as he took a seat next to Lily. Frida and Carlos stood behind the couch.
"Almost," Rosa said. "Your papi and Carlino are coming with Carlota and Leni from Great Lakes City. Bobby and Lori are coming from the hospital."
As if on cue, a car horn sounded outside.
A convertible pulled up, Leni behind the wheel with Carlota in the passenger seat. Carlino and Hector rode in the back.
"Thanks for picking me up, girls," Hector said, brushing the little hair he had left. "Feels good to feel the wind in my hair."
Carlota rolled her eyes.
"Yeah right, Abuelo. You're lucky Leni and I finished the dresses in time—or you'd still be stuck at the bodega."
Carlino hopped out with a stretch.
"While you girls were knitting sequined socks or whatever, me and Papi were stocking inventory."
Carlino hadn't changed much—just taller, still in his hoodie, hair slicked back.
"Were we supposed to do sequined socks?" Leni asked thoughtfully. "Because I don't remember that being in the order."
Leni looked far more mature now—mint-green cropped top, denim jacket, fitted jeans, matching heels, red hoop earrings, a black choker, and white sunglasses perched atop her head.
"No, Leni," Carlota said dryly. "My brother's just being annoying."
Carlota herself had grown striking—wearing a red off-the-shoulder blouse, high-waisted black pants, knee-high boots, and a delicate gold necklace.
The conversation cut off as a light blue SUV pulled up.
Everyone knew who that was.
"LORI!"
Leni bolted toward the driveway.
The side door opened, and Lori Loud stepped out—wearing a dark blue business suit over a light blue shirt. The most noticeable detail, however, was her baby bump—about five months along.
"Leni!"
They hugged tightly as Bobby stepped out from the driver's side, older now with a beard and green flannel.
"Hey, prima," Bobby said, hugging Carlota.
"Hey, cuz."
Hector joined in next.
"Mijo, good to see you."
"Hey, Abuelo," Bobby replied warmly.
From the garage, shouting erupted.
"YOU AREN'T MISSING THIS, LANA!"
"I'M COMING!!"
Lola and Lana burst around the corner—Lola in a pink shirt and jeans, Lana still rocking overalls with a green shirt.
"Hey, girls!"
"LORI!!"
They ran straight into her arms.
"Missed you," Lana said.
"I missed you more," Lola countered, earning a glare.
"I missed you both," Lori said, hugging them tight.
Inside, Rita greeted Lori again.
"How'd the appointment go?"
"It was good," Lori said softly, rubbing her belly. "Little Mary's doing fine."
That earned her an immediate Loud family group hug.
"Missed you girls," Lori said. "It's good to be home."
As the Casagrandes welcomed Bobby back, Rosa cupped his face lovingly.
"Bobito, you've become such a fine young man."
"Thanks, Abuela."
As everyone settled in, Bobby glanced around.
"So… did the show start yet?"
"You made it just in time," Lily said proudly. "It's starting."
Pizza slices were grabbed, drinks cracked open, and the Loud and Casagrande families settled in—eyes glued to the TV, ready to watch their kids from home.
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.
Carlos leaned forward in his seat, squinting at the television. The image of the rustic camp cabin lingered on screen as he slowly lifted the application Ronnie Anne had signed, holding it up beside the TV for comparison.
His brow furrowed.
"That doesn't look anything like the application the kids got."
He tilted the paper slightly, scanning it again as if a different angle might suddenly make things add up.
Frida, seated nearby, glanced from the television back to the flyer in Carlos's hand. Her expression shifted from confusion to concern as she took in the mismatch between the cheerful paperwork and the ominous reality on screen.
"That can't be legal."
She folded her arms, eyes narrowing as the show continued to play—already sensing that whatever their kids had signed up for wasn't exactly what had been advertised.
"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!"
"THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!"
Lily shouted with unrestrained glee, bouncing in place as her excitement overflowed. Luna smiled and reached over, gently rubbing her little sister's head, letting her enthusiasm burn itself out while the TV continued to glow in front of them.
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.
Lisa watched the screen with a faint frown, her eyes narrowing slightly as Beth spoke and gestured.
She tilted her head, clearly unsettled by the girl's behavior.
"She's a weird girl."
Lynn Jr.'s eyes immediately darted sideways toward Lisa, her expression sharp and unimpressed—an unspoken look who's talking hanging heavily in the air.
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…"
"Good to see the kids can see it, DJ looks like a Smart kid."
Carlos nodded in agreement with Maria's comment, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"I really hope someone sues this Chris guy."
Frida leaned closer to the TV, squinting as Chris spoke. Her eyes widened slightly as recognition clicked.
"Wait… isn't that the guy from that weird badminton movie?"
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!"
Lucy smiled faintly at Gwen's mannerisms on the screen.
"I like her."
The Loud and Casagrande families all turned at once, visibly startled. A few of them jumped.
"Where'd you come from?" CJ asked, staring at Lucy like she'd materialized out of thin air.
Lucy shrugged, calm and matter-of-fact.
"I've been here the whole time… you just didn't notice me."
CJ immediately scooted a few inches away from her on the couch, eyes wide and posture stiff, clearly unsettled.
Lucy's smile widened just a little. The goth girl wore a black-and-white striped shirt beneath a loose black overshirt, paired with black jeans and well-worn black sneakers. The monochrome look suited her perfectly—quiet, deliberate, and just a little unsettling in the way only Lucy could manage.
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."
———-
Carlino nodded approvingly at the screen as Geoff came into focus.
"Him I like. He's got that party-boy energy."
Carlota rolled her eyes and shot her younger brother a sideways look.
"Carlino, the party scene you know is Gus's game and grub. Even then, you pass out on the motorcycle ride after eating a dozen slices."
Carlino's ears reddened immediately. He looked away for half a second before snapping back with a glare.
"Oh, shut up."
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.
"Oh she is super cute."
Leni squealed at the appearance of Lindsay as The loud family and Carlota all look at Leni and Lindsay with the sense of déjà vu.
"Leni she could be your clone."
Carlota chuckled at her best friend before Lori looked to Lisa thinking the same thing.
"No i didn't."
Was all the scientist said as they returned to the television
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.
"She's gonna be trouble."
Lori narrowed her eyes at the screen, locking onto Heather. Around her, the other women instinctively mirrored the reaction, their expressions tightening in unison.
Bobby glanced over, confused. "How can you tell, babe?"
Lori didn't look away from the TV. "Women's intuition, boo-boo bear. Girls know a mean queen bee when they see one."
Bobby opened his mouth to ask another question, but one look from his uncle shut that idea down immediately. He leaned back, deciding silence was the smarter option.
"Yeah," Leni added, arms folding as she studied the screen. "There's just something about her I don't like."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room as heads nodded all around.
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.
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.
"Please tell me there are officers anywhere near that island."
Lynn Sr. stared at the screen, unease written all over his face. His eyes lingered on Duncan longer than the others, his jaw tightening.
"That kid," he muttered, shaking his head. "He's trouble."
Rita glanced over at him, immediately understanding the concern. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne were both out there—on the same island, surrounded by cameras and chaos, with that delinquent.
"I don't like it," Lynn Sr. continued, folding his arms. "Not one bit."
"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."
"Oh thank God."
Lynn Sr. finally let out the breath he'd been holding, his shoulders dropping as some of the tension drained from him.
Beside him, Maria exhaled just as deeply, one hand pressed to her chest like she'd been bracing herself the whole time.
"Amen to that."
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."
"Ohhhhhh…"
A wave of concern rippled through most of the Loud and Casagrande families as they watched the boy slam into the dock on-screen. Several people winced instinctively, shoulders tensing as if they'd felt the impact themselves.
"HAHAHA!!"
Lynn Jr. nearly doubled over, clutching her stomach as she burst out laughing at Tyler's spectacular wipeout. Beside her, Carlino slapped a hand over his mouth, trying—and failing—to hold it in as his shoulders shook.
"That was epic."
Luna let out an amused chuckle, clearly impressed, while Luan snickered, already mentally filing the moment away like it was prime comedy material.
"Seriously."
The word lingered in the room as reactions stayed split—half horrified, half entertained—everyone glued to the screen, knowing this was only the beginning of the chaos.
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."
"Hello cannon fodder," Carlino muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the screen.
Rosa immediately shot him a look, scandalized, though she'd clearly heard him.
"Carlino! Don't say that…" she scolded, then hesitated, her gaze drifting back to the TV. Her tone softened despite herself. "…even though that Harold boy is kinda…"
She trailed off, lips pressing together as she folded her arms. Rosa hated to admit it—even silently—but Harold really did give off early-elimination, blink-and-you-miss-him vibes.
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."
"Him I like."
Luna nodded toward the screen, clearly approving as Trent appeared again. There was something about the guy—the laid-back confidence, the guitar slung like it was part of him—that immediately clicked with her. Fellow musician vibes, no question.
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.
"Ohhhh, they like each other."
Lola leaned forward on the couch, eyes bright as she watched Trent and Gwen exchange shy smiles on the screen.
"And the shipping begins," Lana muttered, rolling her eyes at her twin while popping another chip into her mouth.
Lori glanced down at the TV, her expression softer, more thoughtful.
"Hopefully Lincoln and Ronnie Anne…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Bobby knew exactly where her thoughts were headed. He shifted closer and gently rubbed her shoulder.
"They'll be fine," he said quietly. "Whatever happens, they're gonna be fine, babe."
Lori smiled, squeezing his hand as she leaned into him, eyes drifting back to the screen.
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 her surfboard.
"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.
"This whole camp looks like a giant safety hazard."
Hector folded his arms as he watched the chaos unfold on-screen, his expression caught somewhere between concern and reluctant admiration.
"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.
"I like her."
Leni said it casually, eyes still on the TV as Bridgette walked on the dock. Leni set her soda down—right on top of CJ's head—without even looking.
"Gee, wonder why?" CJ muttered, carefully lifting the can off his head as Leni smiled in sorry.
"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."
"I don't know if I should be weirded out or impressed that he managed to stay unfazed by that," Lana commented, eyes still on the screen.
"Seriously, I don't know why people even get those weird piercings," Lola added, wrinkling her nose. "I wouldn't want one."
"Ahem."
Lola looked up.
Luna was staring straight at her, slowly pointing to the small piercing in her own eyebrow.
"Oh—but it looks good on you, Luna, my sweet sister," Lola said instantly, her voice dripping with exaggerated sugar.
Luna rolled her eyes.
"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 I like. She's large and in charge."
Carlota nodded approvingly, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watched Leshawna on the screen. There was something about the girl's confidence—the way she carried herself, unapologetic and commanding—that Carlota couldn't help but respect.
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 peculiar 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!"
"Five bucks the ginger nerd gets voted off first."
Carlino held a hand up confidently, eyes glued to the screen.
"I'll take that bet, mijo," Hector said calmly, not even looking away from the TV. "But I'm gonna wait. There's definitely gonna be someone weirder. All reality shows are like that."
Carlino glanced at his abuelo, unconvinced.
"It can't get weirder than him."
Hector's lips twitched slightly, the closest thing to a smile.
"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.
"It's like they're twins," Frida commented, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the screen.
Lana and Lola both recoiled in unison, aghast.
"Okay, as one half of a set of twins, I resent that statement," Lana said firmly. "Me and Lola would neverbe like that."
She pointed sharply at the TV for emphasis as Lola nodded along.
"Seriously," Lola added. "That would be soooo annoying to deal with. Especially the 'EEEEHEEE!'"
She shuddered dramatically.
"I would absolutely lose it."
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."
"Him," Hector said calmly, nodding toward the screen, "is who I'd put my money on to go home first."
Carlino leaned forward, suddenly uneasy as the camera lingered on Ezekiel.
A beat passed.
"…Yeah," Carlino admitted, grimacing. "I stand corrected. Ezekiel is way weirder than Harold."
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.
"When are Lincoln and Ronnie gonna appear?" Lily whined, sinking lower into the couch, her legs kicking slightly as she stared at the screen. "I wanna see my brother already."
"Oh, don't worry, Lils," Lori said gently, reaching over to rub Lily's head. "Since the show's in Canada, they're probably saving them for later—especially since they're from America."
Carlota leaned in and gave Lily a reassuring pat on the head. "They'll be on soon, Lily-bean. Don't stress."
Lily huffed and slouched even farther into the cushions, folding her arms as she kept watching. Carlitos glanced at her, clearly worried she was about to spiral.
"Don't worry, chica," he said confidently. "They gotta save their best contestants for last."
Lily shot him an unimpressed look, rolling her eyes dramatically—then turned her attention right back to the TV, refusing to miss a second.
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.
Lynn Jr. shook her head at Eva's personality and sharp-edged attitude on the screen.
"She looks way too intense to deal with," she said flatly. "I'd hate to have a roommate like her."
She lifted her soda and chugged it back with purpose, wiping her mouth afterward.
Lucy, unfazed as ever, simply shrugged her shoulders.
"You learn to deal with it."
"Woohoo! Chris! What's happenin'?! Hahaha! This is awesome! Woohoo!"
The next camper bounds onto the scene—a tall, muscular 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.
CJ leaned forward a little, watching Owen bounce around the screen with unfiltered enthusiasm.
"He looks like a fun guy," he said, clearly entertained by the big camper's energy.
Bobby glanced over at him with a grin. "Kinda reminds me of you, CJ."
CJ smiled at that, not even denying it.
"I wish I was as energetic as Owen," he said honestly. "He'd be fun to play with."
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.
All the Loud sisters—and Carlota—fell silent the moment Justin appeared on screen, collective awe washing over the room.
"I have a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend," Luna muttered under her breath, like a mantra, her eyes locked forward.
Lynn immediately shoved her aside. "Make room for the single gals."
Luan clamped her hands over her eyes, rocking slightly. "Benny, remember your super sweet Benny… it's just looks, it's just looks," she muttered, trying to center herself.
Carlota, meanwhile, looked completely floored.
"Tiene seis años menos que tú, Carlota, recuérdalo," Frida said gently but firmly. "No te dejes engañar por su… rostro angelical y atractivo."
Carlota glanced down, cheeks warm, as Frida patted her reassuringly on the back.
"He is pretty handsome," Frida admitted.
Carlos shrugged beside her. "True."
———-
"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.
"He's in denial," Luna commented dryly, arms crossed as she leaned back on the couch.
She didn't even look surprised. To her, it was obvious—Owen's over-the-top enthusiasm had shifted just a little too much.
"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.
Most of the Louds and Casagrandes winced in unison, hands instinctively flying to their own jaws as Izzy face-planted into the dock. A collective phantom pain rippled through the room.
"Jesus," Lynn Jr. muttered, teeth clenched. "That had to hurt."
Unlike Tyler's wipeout, there was no laughter this time—just uneasy groans and a few sympathetic shudders as they kept watching.
"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.
The families were completely floored by the sudden shift in Izzy's personality—her boundless, unhinged energy spilling across the screen in waves.
"It's an island full of crazies," Hector said dryly.
Rosa nodded, lips pursed. "Mm-hmm."
"Outside Lincoln and Ronnie, you mean," Rita added.
Maria nodded in agreement.
At the mention of Lincoln's name, Lily practically jolted upright.
"Wait… one, two, three…"
She counted the contestants on the screen, tapping her fingers rapidly as her eyes darted back and forth.
"That's twenty-two," she announced, eyes widening. "LINK AND RONNIE ARE NEXT!"
The room went quiet.
Every Loud and Casagrande leaned forward, eyes glued to the TV, snacks forgotten, conversations dying mid-sentence. The playful chaos of the watch party vanished, replaced by a collective, breath-held anticipation as they waited for their loved ones to finally appear on screen.
"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.
"That guy is weird," Lynn Jr. commented flatly.
A chorus of nods followed around the room.
Even CJ, who had been smiling at Owen's enthusiasm earlier, hesitated before nodding along. He still liked the big guy's energy, but… yeah. Weird was definitely the word.
"Fun," CJ added after a moment, trying to be fair. "But also… really weird."
A few people chuckled, the tension easing just a bit as the episode rolled on.