Operation: KYLE

18

Kenny stares at Cartman, and the men for a few seconds before turning back to me. "Pfft, they'll be fine. Besides, one of us'll need to keep an eye on those two, quit being such a worry wart." He narrows his eyes, then pokes my nose, grinning ear to ear. "Boop." He blurted in a high pitched voice. I breathe out a scoff as I shove him away from me as a joke, fighting back a smile. Cartman rolls his eyes as he flopped to the floor, his head slightly lowered. "Gay ass." "Shut up, lard ball, you shouldn't be talking." I fought back, glancing up, and down at his dress. He glances at me for a moment before looking away again, leaning on one hand.

"Ugh, can we go now? I wanna change out of these stupid clothes first before we go to the police station." Craig clucked. "Hey, watch it, fag, they're not stupid." Cartman defended. Craig gruffs. "Whatever, man, just give me your house keys, so I could get my clothes." "Yeah, yeah– dick bag." I roll my eyes. Just then, a cool breeze passes by us, that causing Butters to yelp out of surprise. "Ho- holy moly!" He began.

"He- hey, fellas, is it okay if I stay here, too? I-I don't really like the cold, an– and I don't really wanna walk all the way to the police station..." Kenny and I share eye contact, he pauses before telling him. "Uh, sure, I guess. But when the police do arrive, stay in character, and pretend to be a girl. That way, they won't question anything about what we were doing." He ordered, Butters gives him a nod. "Now, can we go?" Craig asked again, dangling Cartman's keys around. I let out a smile. "Sure." Was all I could say.

We began heading towards Cartman's house with me, Kenny, and Craig, while leaving Cartman, and Butters behind along with the old geezers. Craig went ahead, and entered inside Cartman's house to change out of those silly clothes, and change back in to his normal ones. "Holy fuck, that feels better." Craig puffs out, neating out his original clothes as he comes out of Cartman's house.

"Thought I was gonna freeze to death in those drags." "Did Cartman's mom see you?" Kenny asks. "No, it looks like she was out with a friend." "How do you know that?" "She left a note on the kitchen counter. Said something along the lines of a friend, or something. But, anyway, we should get going, who knows if the short dude woke up."

We then immediately went all the way to Park County Police Station, and told them about the two old men that we captured, at first he didn't believe us. "Got any proof, kid?" I bite my lip. "Well, no, but-" He cuts me off. "Go home, boys. Kids shouldn't be wandering around late at night." He spins away from us in his swivel seat. "Dude, just come see for yourselves! We're not kidding!" Craig glared. One of the cops sneers. "You watch too many movies, kid." I swear I could've heard Craig pop a vein. Godamnit, how are they cops, again?

"There were two." I spoke. I could see Sergeant Yates pause himself. He then spins around to face us. "Two what?" "Two kidnappers. "One was a short man that looked in his late fifties, and the other one was a tall man with big, thick glasses." "The kidnappers?" Sergeant Yates asks, his legs now on top of his bureau. We nodded. "Yeah, could you check if there been any kidnapping cases lately?" I asked. He starts to flip through a pile of sheets of papers, checking if there were any cases like this while puffing on his cigarette. He the shoves three sheets of wanted posters in front of us with different people printed on to them.

"What about these guys?" He interrogated. I began to scan each of their appearances, the first one was a woman who looked like she was in her late forties, the second one was a man wearing a green hat like a leprechaun with brown hair, and the last one was a stubby old man with an obviously fake mustache on his upper lip. It's this guy! "One of them is him, the short guy." I pointed out. "It's him, right?" I asked the guys, stepping away. Kenny, and Craig leaned in more closer towards the paper, squinting, trying to picture the man without the fake mustache. Kenny makes a loud 'o' sound. "Oh, yeah! It's definitely him!" Sergeant Yates, and some other police officers look at each other with concern. That'll prove them, I smirked.