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Kyle took a long look at himself in the mirror that following morning. He sighed. "I look like a retard," he complained. After adding one last piece to his new attire, he sprinted out of his room, hoping he could sneak out of his own house without one of his family members catching him.

He raced down the staircase, where he could see the door straight ahead of him. He was almost in the clear, when he came to a halt. "Shit, my backpack!" He just remembered that he had left it upstairs. He turned back around and tiptoed his way back up. He then slipped back into his room and grabbed his backpack, feeling a sense of relief as he left once more.

All of a sudden, Kyle heard the sound of a door creaking open. "Fuck!" Before he could reach the stairs again, it was already too late. Standing in the doorway was his little brother, Ike, a blank look on his face.

"Uh…good morning," Kyle said, secretly praying that Ike wouldn't make a comment about the way he looked.

Ike gaped at his older brother. "Bunny rabbit!" he said excitedly, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Shh!" Kyle shushed him. He crouched down so that he was within Ike's eye level. "No, Ike, I'm not a bunny rabbit," he hurriedly clarified. "I'm a-"

"Ike, sweetie, are you up?" Sheila called from the living room.

"Oh my GOD," Kyle groaned. Of all the people that Kyle didn't want to see while he was dressed like this, his mother was absolutely one of them. "Ike, cover for me!" he ordered as he rushed back into his room one last time, closing the door behind him.

Sheila had just reached the top of the flight of stairs when she heard Kyle's door slam. "Was that your brother? He's going to be late for school!"

Just as she was about to knock on Kyle's door, Ike ran over to his mother and clutched onto her leg. "Mommy! I like porn!"

"WHAAAAAT?!" Sheila shrieked at the top of her lungs. Ike continued to squeeze her leg. He was a master at distracting her like this.

Meanwhile, while Sheila was flipping out, Kyle had already opened his window and was halfway down the side of his house. He shakily held onto the small ridges of the outside wall, when he felt his hands starting to slip. He struggled to hold on, until he finally lost all of his strength and collapsed into the bush right beside his house.

"Ow," he managed to choke out as he slowly lifted himself up from the ground. Although he was hurting now, he realized that the physical pain he had just endured would be nothing compared to the merciless teasing he was about to face once he actually got to school. He trudged up the sidewalk and braced himself as he pushed the doors to the school open.

He took a step inside, and almost immediately upon entering, the halls grew silent. Kyle looked down at the ground, ashamed. He could hear the whispers and suppressed giggles as he passed by.

Kyle reached his locker after what felt like an eternity to him. He hit his forehead against it and remained standing that way, wishing he could just disappear.

After only a few seconds of peace, Kyle heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. He didn't bother to budge, for he already knew who it was. "There you are, Jew," Cartman said eagerly. "I didn't think you were gonna show up. Let me get a good look at you."

Kyle groggily turned to him, a cold look on his face. Cartman's eyes moved up and down. He put a hand to his mouth, but his seemingly calm attitude faded once he burst out into laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHA!" Cartman scoffed uncontrollably. His hands clasped around his stomach as he fell to the ground.

"Are you done?!" Kyle asked with impatience.

"Oh my God," Cartman gasped for air. "Holy shit…this is WAY more awesome than I thought it was gonna be!"

"You…imagined how this would be?" Kyle asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, that's right you JEW RAT!" Cartman exclaimed, pointing at the fuzzy rat ears that rested on top of Kyle's hat. "CHECK OUT THOSE WHISKERS! AND THE RAT NOSE! Oh God, let me see your tail!"

Kyle rolled his eyes with a huff. He turned his back to Cartman, revealing the long rat tail that was pinned to the bottom of his jacket. Cartman broke into laughter a second time.

"This is seriously one of the best ideas I've EVER had!" Cartman reassured himself. "I can't believe you actually fucking agreed to do it."

"Well I didn't really have a choice, asshole!" Kyle retorted.

Cartman smirked, recalling the deal they had made yesterday in the bathroom. "Yes, that's right. Have a great day, Jew rat."

Kyle cringed at the nickname, which now, thanks to Cartman, was taken to an entirely different level. He sauntered into the classroom, able to feel the confused gazes of his classmates without actually looking at them. He took a seat at his desk and tried to hide his face behind his notebook.

"Okay, children, let's take our sea-" Mr. Garrison cut off his own sentence as soon as he noticed Kyle's rat ears poking above his book. "What in the world?" Mr. Garrison wondered aloud as he walked over and took the book out of Kyle's hands. "Kyle…why the hell are you dressed like a…mouse, is it?"

"Rat," Kyle murmured.

"What was that?" Mr. Garrison asked him.

"You're some kinda gerbil, aren't you?" Clyde speculated. The other kids began calling out other possible animals as well.

"Guinea pig?"

"Hamster?"

"Squirrel?"

"Rhinoceros?"

"RHINOCEROS?!" Kyle reiterated. "Are you guys serious?! I'm a fucking rat!"

"Oh, that makes sense," Mr. Garrison said with a nod. "Well then, let's get started with today's lesson, shall we?"

Kyle buried his face in his hands. He heard Cartman snickering, as well as a few other people around him. "Kill me now," he whispered to himself.

A few hours later, lunchtime had arrived. Kyle anxiously waited on the line in the cafeteria. He had barely survived the taunts being thrown at him during class, and yet he knew that it would be impossible to ignore anyone now. It was only a matter of time before someone just flat out asked him about his reasons for wearing his ridiculous apparel.

"Dude, Kyle!"

Kyle snapped out of his thoughts and back to reality when he heard his name being called. He turned his head to find his best friend, Stan, walking up to him.

"Dude," Stan said. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Uh…sure," Kyle said, stepping out of the lunch line. Stan pulled him aside.

"Okay, dude, this has been bugging me all day," Stan began. He stared at the whiskers that were painted on Kyle's face. "Why the fuck are you wearing a rat costume?"

Kyle reached up and put a hand to his rat ears. "What, this?" he asked stupidly. "It, uh, it was just a dare, that's all."

"A dare?" Stan echoed. He didn't seem to be convinced that this was the truth. "By who…Cartman?"

"Of course, dude!" Kyle said. "No one else would ever make me do something like this."

"Well, yeah, I guess that's true," Stan agreed. "But dude…why?"

"Dude, I don't fucking know!" he replied. "You know how Cartman is. He ALWAYS comes up with crazy shit like this."

"I know, I know, he's a retard," Stan said as if it were common knowledge. "I mean, why did you actually agree wear that? You fucking hate Cartman. You shouldn't do what he wants."

"Look, dude, everyone knows that I can't stand that fat fuck," Kyle said, almost gritting his teeth. "But it's…complicated. Let's just leave it at that." He pushed Stan aside and headed back to the lunch line.

"He's on to me…" Kyle worried in secrecy. "I'm so screwed."