Operation: KYLE

15

After a while, we yet to hear a knock on Cartman's door. "Come in!" We all chorused simultaneously. It appeared as Butters, holding a reusable bag in his right hand. Cartman holds out a grin, and shifted towards Stan. "Told you." Butters closes the door behind him, then loses his grip on the bag, and let it fall to the floor. "Kyle l-let me in the in– information, what's the plan, fellas?" He then turns towards me, I blink twice, but afterwards, I show him a grin. He shows me a teething grin, as well. Cartman steps closer to us.

"Alright, so, listen up, 'cause I am not explaining this to y'all again." We all crowd around each other as Cartman tells us his plan. "First, the three of us dress up as girls, and set up a profile picture." "Ugh." "Shut up, Craig. Second, we auction off the items, pretending to be high school girls, then, we wait for the highest price. Last, but least, we meet up with the fuckers buying the items, then, boom! Money-" "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." I interjected as I made exasperated hand motions.

"You didn't say anything about meeting up with the creeps, dude." I raise a brow, when Cartman clicks his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Silly, silly, naive Kahl-" "Don't call me that." "How else are we supposed to get the money? Maybe you're not as smart as we thought you were, jew." Stan raises his hand mid air, Cartman groans as he sees that.

"Jesus Christ, Stan, put your fucking hand down, this isn't kindergarten– what is it?" Stan lowers his hand, scowling. "What if they don't buy it? I mean, you guys are nowhere close to looking like girls, excluding Butters." Kenny nods along with him. Cartman sneers. "Well, we'll just have to make them buy it. Butters, you bought it?" Butters proceeds to rummage through his bag, and pulls out a make up set. "Yep!" He claims. ??? When did he get that? "Great. Now, show Craig how it's done." Cartman grinned evily. You could see Craig sweating if you just squint your eyes.

Butters then began to open a bottle of foundation, and put it on Craig's face. "What the– the fuck are you doing?!" He struggled as he starting pushing away Butters, and shooting him the middle finger. The lard ass simply rolls his eyes. "Well, duh! We need you to look like a girl if you want some mother fucking money." He makes a money gesture with his hands. "You sound like a drag queen right now, dude." Stan spoke. "Hey, fuck you!" He gives him the middle finger at him.

"Fine, fine! Just– do it quickly!" Craig ranted blushing in embarrassment, but closes his eyes, anyway while thinking about the money. "Butters, do me next. I'll do you later." Cartman scoffs. Butters squeaks, then started to put foundation on Craig's face, again. "Boy, Craig. If you w-would just cover up your moles, and ac– acne, I bet you would be a-a real l-looker!" "Respectfully, Butters, go jump off a cliff." Stan, and Kenny leans in closer to me. "This is so gay, dude." I silently agree with a nod.

After the three of them were done putting on make up, they looked surprisingly well with make up, but, I think that's just me. Butters sure did a good job, putting on make up, and all. I took a small glimpse at him, he looked the same as before, blonde pigtails, teal bows, you know what. Cartman was... well... I'm not even gonna comment on that, he looks absolutely ridiculous, especially with that blonde wig on. Finally, Craig looks... drained, that's one way to put it. Kenny was sniggering by now, his mask holding in his laughter. "You guys look..." Stan dreaded, I finish his sentence for him. "Nice. You guys look nice." I say, mostly out of pity towards Craig. Butters' cheeks flushes as he looked away, bumping his knuckles together. Cartman scratches the back of his head, agitated at Kenny. "Thanks... for that, I guess..." Craig conceded with a wrinkle in his brow.

"Now that that's settled, let's get dressing, 'girls'." Cartman recited, snapping his fingers at the same time. Kenny was currently laughing his ass off right now. Stan was still, of course, silent, and holding a poker-face, while I was trying so hard not to let a single snort escape, for the sake of Craig's pride. "Stop laughing, Kenny!" Cartman gruffs. "This is so embarrassing." Craig groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, Butters pats him on the shoulder for comfort, used to humiliation. The first one to go was Cartman, of course, he wore a tight red dress that emitted sparkles under the sun, as if it were a disco ball. Not sure why go that far, though. Next was Butters, he wore a light frilly dress, that would puff up when he would swing it around. Last was Craig, he wore a tomboy-ish outfit unlike Cartman, and Butters. He had short, ripped jeans on, and a top that said, 'WHORE'.