After school, the boys with Kenny follow Cartman walking for on the forest. Finally, he stopped in front of a rock in the middle of the path. He went closer to the stone, laying on the ground and placing his head on the top of it.
"And now, as I said. Kyle, you pour ketchup on my head, and you Stan make a photo of my fake death"
Kyle was holding in his hands a bottle of ketchup. He went to him and did what he told
"Not to ear Kahl!" he groaned. He closing his eyes as ketchup ran down to his face
"That's enough" said Kyle and took a bottle of move away "Stan, you can start!"
FLASH
"Done" he said, when he took a picture and left the camera "Are you sure this will work?"
Kenny took the camera photo "Awesome"
"Yeah. This can't go wrong" said Cartman. He stood up to his feet and rubbed his eyes. He together with Kyle went to Kenny. They looked at photographs "Perfect!" his face appeared malicious smile "Stan, you call this asshole and tell him-" he paused as he heard the ring from cell of pocked Stan
He upsetting again reached for the phone "That he" Stan groaned, holding it to his ear "Hello?"
His friends were silent for a moment, that they weren't unmasked
"Time is running out and I'm still waiting" he heard the same distorted voice, which yesterday
"Job done. Actually I had to call you" Stan said the normally, ceasing to be afraid of
"The fact that you killed him not enough. I want evidence"
"I've the evidence. I've the photo. Just I have no idea how can I give it to you, but I did what you wanted, so give me Wendy!"
"One simple picture is not enough, I want real evidence. Fine. These extensions of time for tomorrow to eleven o'clock morning, or to half past twelve afternoon. And so I'm compassionate, but if done well this task will not cause you a problem"
"But as I have-" he interrupted when an anonymous man hung up "Crap!" he yelled furiously, hiding the cell
"What did he say? Kyle intrigued, but judging by the look Stan, he know that nothing good
"He wants real evidence than just a picture, but he didn't say how I do it. He gave me time for tomorrow at our lunch time"
"So what's the time exactly?"
" It's half past twelve afternoon"
"I know how to solve it "said Cartman "But you've got to provide a bed to me, Stan. Preferably somewhere away from people"
"In my house, the attic is a place, but-" he stopped, frowning "Wait! What are you trying doing?"
"Something that all the inhabitants South Park believe" he came closer to him. He put his hand on his right shoulder and soiled his ketchup
The the next morning, during a break at school, Cartman passing from class to class trying to be unnoticing by anyone. He managed to get to the clipboard janitor, where waited were Stan and Kyle for him. The boy red hair, had newspaper in hand
"Dude, I'm not surprised that you wanted to sleep in my home" Stan said amazed
"Cartman, this is an exaggeration" hissed Kyle. He developed a newspaper showing him the first page on which was a picture of faking his death
"The murder of South Park" read the headline over a photograph "Kenny managed to convince the police"
"That explains why he didn't want us to come here" muttered Stan "But how long you want it take now? I can't hide you the rest of your life!"
"As just soon kidnapper your girlfriend believe in it, even I get back home today"
Kyle raised his eyebrows arched "You're sick"
"Shut up Jew! You didn't invent a better plan!"
The pocket Stan tune spread. He pulling out the phone and answering the call "Have you seen an article in the newspaper?" asked firmly
"I've seen, so I'm calling"
"Give me back Wendy"
"Yet I'll call" the man said quietly and hung up
"Son of a bitch! He hung up!" Stan pissed off
"But he believed?" asked Kyle
"I don't know. He said that he'd call"
"I wanted to help you, and I did what I could. Now you convince my mom that I'm alive, because I couldn't go to the fridge in your home Stan!" Cartman growled unhappy
"Don't worry about it, fatass. We'll convince your mother" said Kyle instead Stan "Despite everything, we'll catch him"
"I'd like" whispered Stan
In the afternoon, Cartman with his friends returned to his home without finding anyone in the living room. They only saw the room filled with colorful flowers interspersed with white and black ribbons and plenty of wet wipes on the floor
Cartman surprised raised his eyebrows "He had to believe in my death, since so many people believed"
"Wow Cartman, so many people were liked you?" asked mocked Kyle
"Everyone in this town they worship me, except you faggs!"
"I think everyone hate you if they are so excited" laughed Stan. He saw on one of the cards attached to flowers, the words 'Rest in Hell'
Cartman opened his mouth to say something, but then Stan cell phone rang again
"Shh! He calls!" he pulled out the phone and answered the call "When will you give me Wendy?!" he asked sharply
"Give a cell Eric Cartman"
Stan frozed "B-but he's dead, 'cos-" his translation was cutted off
"Stop lying! Give him a call!"
Stan even more freezed "H-he...wants to talk to you Cartman" he said finally, giving the cell in his hands
Cartman cautiously took the cell, holding it to his ear "Hello?' he asked quietly
"How do you like flowers from me, Eric?" a men still had distorted voice
He walked over to the couch and picked up one of the bouquets of flowers. He shook flowers and slipped something small
Kyle picked up in the floor the silver round device "What is it?"
"This spy bug" whispered Kenny
"Who the fuck are you?" Cartman asked abruptly, going back to the conversation
"Surely someone you know"
"Are that you Scott? I'm sure it's you!"
"Who?" a man snorted "If you show up at a designated place by me I give you girlfriend your friend"
"What is this place?" he a little calmed down, focusing on the game a man
"Today. Six o'clock tonight. The mall. You don't be late" he said at the end before hung up
Cartman hid the phone in his pocket "Today about six o'clock tonight I have to appear in front of the mall, then he give a bitch"
"Have to you come alone?" Kyle was surprised
"Oh course that alone. He didn't say this, but I guess"
The door opened and Liane came into the living room. She was wearing a black dress, which she wore mostly on the occasion. She was sad still crying and wiping away tears with a handkerchief "Hello boys" she said sadly, looking at the floor "Apparently I forgot to close the door and you got into the inside. But that's okay. Together we can say goodbye to my beloved son, who's was-"
"Mrs. Cartman?" Stan interrupted her, not wanting to hear it
Liane looking up at the boys and saw her son smiling, waving his hand to her
"Hey mom" he said the baby's soft voice, trying to get his mom doesn't panicked
But instead this fainted on the floor, letting the hand handkerchief
"You try to revive it and explain everything, and if necessary, I'll be in my room" Cartman went to upstairs, leaving his friends in this to themselves they did