"You guys!" Cartman moaned loudly. "I'm hungry!"
"Shut up, Cartman!" Stan grumbled, rolling over in his sleeping bag.
Cartman looked hopefully around the tent they were spending the night in. "Is there anything to eat in here.
"No there isn't," Kyle huffed. "You ate all the food earlier, fat ass!"
"'EY!" Cartman burst out. "DON'T CALL ME FAT, YOU JEW!"
"Dude, just shut your God damn mouth and go to sleep!" Kenny mumbled from under his hood.
"But I'm huuuuuuuuunnnnnnngry, Kenny! I need something to eeeeeeeeeaaaaaat!"
Stan, Kyle and Kenny exchanged irate looks. They couldn't put up with Cartman's whining filling the tent for a whole night.
"I'M HUNGRY!"
"Then get the hell outta here and get yourself somthing to eat!" Kyle snapped.
"Fine! I will! I don't have to put up with this!" Cartman jumped out of his bed. "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"
Cartman marched angrily out of the tent, crossed the dark lawn and disappeared through the back door of his house. The light came on in the kitchen as he proceeded to help himself to all the food in the refrigerator.
"Remind me to say 'no' the next time he invites us to go camping in his back yard," Stan said to Kyle.
"Never again, dude."
With Cartman no longer with them to drive them nuts, the boys managed to get a goodnight's rest at last.
Unfortunately, while they were asleep, some wolves snuck into the tent and killed Kenny.