Kyle woke up surrounded by wet, snoring bodies. He was on the coach, draped around Craig. Standing up, Kyle squinted. Then remembered. Looking up at the cuckoo clock, it was three AM, 2010. New Year's Day. He stumbled through the sea of sleeping people. Butters, Clyde, Token, even Jimmy and Timmy, Pip, Wendy, Stan, Damien, Kenny, Cartman, Ike, Rebecca, Bradley, Kelly, Thomas, Tweek and... Bebe. He stopped his weaving, and crouched down next to the sleeping blonde and stroked her cheek.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" He froze, and whipped round to see a groggy Ike rubbing his head.

"I'm uh, leaving. We have to go to that luncheon tomorrow remember?"

"Oh yeah." Ike said, following Kyle as they enter Craig's house.

It's dark and cool, even though it was at least forty degrees outside.

Craig lived relatively close to Kyle; then again most people lived in the same neighbourhood that the Broflovski's knew: The Marshs, the Tweaks, the Stevens... Kenny lived close by too, but further down in a shabbier more crime ridden street.

They walked through the house, and pushed open the front door. Walking down the road down to their house would take a good ten minutes on foot, five on bike and one in a car. South Park might not be as cold as other times of the year, but there was still a little bit of snow on the ground.

Kyle walked fast-he had a fear of the dark-and Ike trotted along behind him, struggling to keep up.

"What's the rush Kye? We could've just stayed the night at Craigie's."

Kyle scowled irritably; he hated it when Ike hang out with his friends. Actually, apart from Stan, everyone did like Ike better. I mean, he was tall, tan and muscular, and also played for the Cows. Kyle was tallish, pale and weedy, and still sported that ginger jewfro.

"You know how pissed off mom would be," he lied. His mother probably wouldn't care less where he was as long as he appeared in a suit when the luncheon was going on.

They were five houses away when they heard screaming. It was a good hundred metres or so away, probably a late night party, but it still gave Kyle the shivers.

"Yo, are you cold?"

"No I'm fine Ike," Kyle pulled his key out of his orange coat and unlocked the front door. Everything was still and cold. He could hear his mother snoring and the slight buzz from the refrigerator. Kyle didn't know what it was, but he didn't feel like being alone.

"Ike," he suddenly turned to him, "Let's put on a movie in my room."

"Really? That would be cool. I sorta feel like you've been avoiding me lately."

"Of course not. Your pick," he said, quietly running up the stairs.

Once in his room, Kyle switched on the lights and dragged his old school TV into the middle of the room. He pulled down the blinds and took the pillows off his bed and put them on the floor for them to sit on.

"Hey Kyle," Ike said, coming in and closing the door, "I chose this." He threw 'Get Smart' onto my blue stripy doona cover.

"Cool," I said, opening the plastic cover and getting the disc out.

"Oh crap," Ike looked up at me with his big grey eyes, "I left my wallet at the party, I'll be right back."

He ran out of the room, Kyle on his tail.

"Ike, let me go with you."

"Ok, we'll get the bikes."

Stan groaned and opened his eyes. The screaming coming from a few houses down was really annoying him. 'Keep the party going all night long' people, he assumed. He stood up, and scanned the sleeping bodies for Kenny, who was staying the night at his house. He gently lifted Wendy's head from his chest, and saw Kenny asleep under the clock next to Damien. He groaned. He crept around the outlines of other sleeping bodies until he got to Kenny's.

"Kenny." Nothing.

"Hey Kenny!"
Nothing.

Stan went over to the food table but there were no drinks left only empty cups. He picked up a cup, went over to the pool, filled up the cup and drenched Kenny's face.

He sat up spluttering.

"What the f-"

"Ssh Kenny, people are sleeping."

Kenny pouted.

"Anyway, we have to get going home now. I don't know how I feel asleep, I only remember sitting on the coach being exhausted. Anyway, my house is close by enough, we need to go."

"But dude, I was making out with Kelly!"

"WAS. She's over there, cuddled up to Thomas."

They got to the patio doors leading into Craig's house and went inside. Suddenly there were footsteps and moaning coming down from the stairs. It sounded as if it were approaching.

"Dude, what's that?" Stan sweated. Although he wouldn't admit to it, he had a morbid fear of burglars.

The moaning grew louder, and there was a sharp intake of breath as something latched onto Kenny's arm.

Cartman's face came into focus. He was clutching Kenny awkwardly and moaning while holding his stomach.

"You guys, I ate too much..."

"Dude, Cartman, you don't look so good." Kenny said.

"Yeah," Stan agreed, "You should sleep over at my house too. We're leaving now, and we can get you some fizzy water or something."

"O-ok..."
"Just don't do that again," Stan paused to open the front door, "You really scared us."