Ghost park

Chapter 13

Kyle POV

"What do you want now Jew boy" Cartman groaned as he stormed into the Marsh and Broflovski residence, making a beeline for the kitchen before raiding the fridge for the ingredients to whatever high calorie disaster he was about to cook.

"Wait for the others to get here" Stan replied in an aggravated tone. I ran around the house smacking food out of Cartmans hands and cleaning up as much dust as I could. I refused to let people see the house as such a mess. There's was a fine layer of dust painted over every surface and empty coke bottles and food bags littered the ground.

"Chill out dude it's only tweek and Craig" Stan argued at me, stifling a giggle.
"Yeah well maybe if you cleaned up after yourself the house wouldn't be such a fucking mess Stan" I replied, furiously scrubbing the dust off of our dining table in a desperate attempt to make the house look presentable before guests arrived. Stan scoffed and slumped down onto the couch, flicking on the tv and yelling at cartman to pass him a can of coke. I watched as a can came flying out the kitchen door landing right on Stan's forehead.
"FUCKS SAKE CARTMAN" he exclaimed, massaging the slowly forming bump on his head. I smirked just as the doorbell rang.

"Finally those fags are here" cartman groaned, exiting the kitchen with a half stick of butter sandwiched between two pop tarts. I grimaced at the sight of Cartmans 'small snack' before rushing over to the door to open it. My smile slowly dropped as I saw the worried look on Tweeks face. Sure he always looks worried but I could just tell that he'd done something.
"Uh we brought extras" Craig muttered, pointing behind him with his thumb where two people were sauntering up behind them.
"What the fuck guys" I exhaled as Clyde Donavon and Tolkien Black came walking up to my doorstep. I backed away from the door, letting the four boys enter.

"Uhh what are those two doing here" cartman whispered as he pointed at the two new arrivals.
"GAH- UH- WELL CLYDE NOTICED WE WERE MISSING AND HE UHM..-" started Tweek before he was cut off my Cartman yelling
"TWEEK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL OTHER PEOPLE"
"It's not his fault" Craig argued, putting a protective hand infront of his boyfriends trembling chest "Clyde noticed we were gone and then interrogated Tweek into telling"
"God fucking dammit Tweek" Cartman sighed, dropping his head into his meaty palm.
"Guys we'll get in the same amount of trouble for the five of us going up there. Who cares if two more join" Stan muttered.

"We want in on your portal thing" Tolkien informed us "it's not fair that you guys get to go up while we have to stay down in this shithole" I looked back and forth between Stan and Cartman who both just shrugged at me. I sighed and unwillingly agreed.
"Two more. But that's IT" I groaned.
"Cartman get us more drinks from the store" Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger.
"On it" cartman murmured as he stomped out the front door.
"I'll go get guitar hero" Stan muttered as he pushed himself up off the couch

A half hour passed of Stan kicking Tolkiens ass at King for a day on guitar hero until Cartman came barging into the house, cheesypoofs and Doritos in one hand and caprisuns in the other.

"Dude where'd you get the money for that" Stan inquired, placing his plastic guitar to the side and ogling at the mountain of snacks cartman was brandishing.
"Who said I paid?" He smirked before dumping his findings on the dusty table. This issued a stifled laugh from Clyde.

"Alright let's start" I muttered "we need to be more careful when we go back up to earth. Damien and pip almost caught us last time. Any ideas on not getting caught?" The room was silent so I assumed that was a no.

Cartman abruptly snapped his fingers. "Makeover" he muttered. Six heads swivelled around to stare at him.
"We're not doing a fucking makeover" tweek groaned, making a grab for his hair before Craig subtly pulled it away.
"Cartman i think that is your stupidest idea yet. Or of the week" I grumbled, ripping open a pack of Doritos and handing them over to Stan who murmured a thanks as he gratefully snatched them up.

"Yeah dude that's gay as hell" Stan complained between munches of his Doritos
"Ur gayer" smirked Cartman earning an eye roll from me and Stan.
"Where are we even gonna get costumes?" I asked in an agitated tone. A devilish smirk appeared on Cartmans face as he gripped my hand and turned on his heel towards the front door.

"Everyone follow me!" He announced as he hobbled out of the door, as fast as his stubby legs could carry him, towards god knows where.