"Nice hotel, huh?" Kyle asked Stan as they walked down the long hallway to their room.

"Yeah. I just can't believe your mom let all four of us stay alone here this weekend," Stan said back.

"So Kyle's mom isn't such a bitch after all, huh Eric?" Kenny said, his hood down for once.

"No, she's still a big fat bitch," Cartman replied, rolling his eyes. "But I still gotta admit, this is gonna be hella-cool."

Stan watched the room numbers as they went down the hall until he finally stopped in front of a door at the middle of the corridor. "Here it is, guys—1323." He slid the key into the slot and whipped it out, turned the door handle and shoved it open, and the four of them stepped into the room.

"Wow…" Kenny said, twirling in a circle and falling onto the soft green-velvet couch. "This IS nice…"

"I like it." Stan said, looking all around and then back to Kyle. "Is there a pool?"

"Yes, but it's on the bottom floor," the redhead answered as he unpacked his things. "Why, are you gonna go swimming?"

"Not yet. I wanna check this place out first," He turned and left the room.

Kyle shrugged and went back to unpacking. He pulled out a small black bag and unzipped it.

"God, Kyle, what do you have in there, condoms?" Eric sneered. "Danuba isn't here, asshole."

Kyle glared at Eric. "No, this is my hygiene bag. I have my toothbrush, my new retainer, and some other stuff in here, but no—no condoms, you dick."

"Cool it, guys," Kenny said, stretching out on the couch and closing his eyes. "This is relaxation weekend, so less fighting, more chilling…"

Eric looked back at Kyle, "You should've brought some anyway, Jew. You never know if she'll be at the hotel or not…" He smirked slyly and then walked out the door to get a snack.

Kyle rolled his eyes and went to set his bag on the sink counter. "That bastard, always smarting off… one of these days, that's gonna come back and get him in the ass…"

Stan came back into the room and said, "Hey, Kyle, you will never believe who I saw down at the pool!"

"Dare I ask who?"

"Danuba,"

The following reaction consisted of a tube of toothpaste flying up and hitting the ceiling and then landing on the floor in front of Stan's feet. The cover went shooting off and the mint-flavored goo splattered on the carpet.

"Jeez, Kyle, what gives? You could've hit me with that."

The redhead turned slowly. "Danuba is HERE?" he muttered.

"Yeah, she's down at the pool,"

Looking past Stan, Kyle could see Eric at the door, muffling his laughs. He glared at him and then looked back at Stan. "This isn't a joke, right?"

Stan looked insulted, "No… why would I lie to you?"

Kyle thought for a minute, then he shrugged and got to his feet, "To the pool!"

"Pool?!?" Kenny repeated, sitting bolt upright.

"Chyah!" Kyle said back. "Get your trunks on, Kenny, we're going swimming."

When all four boys had their suits on, Cartman looking particularly atrocious in his tight blue swim trunks, they went on their way down to the pool.

All Kyle could think about was the girl he liked, only better—in a swimsuit.

The four of them entered the elevator and went down. And they didn't even hear the loud scream coming from their floor.