Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long but unfortunately I've been busy, but here is a very long chapter! At least I think it's a long chapter. Many things are gonna be different in this story, but you'll be able to notice.

Disclaimer: Mage of Hope doesn't own South Park, only the OCs.


"This is stupid, he's stupid! Why doesn't he sent someone else to get those three boys?" muttered Ricky as soon as she and Butters reentered Cartman's home.

"Well, you know Cartman. Once he wants something done, he'll do anything," said Butters.

Ricky stopped and glanced up at the staircase before smirking evilly. She had an idea. She turned to Mrs. Cartman, who was sweeping the floor. "Mrs. Cartman? I uh..left something upstairs. Can I go upstairs?"

"Why, sure. You kids be careful, alright?"

Ricky's cell phone vibrated and she discovered that she made a new friend, which was Mrs. Cartman. Thinking she was nice and unlike Cartman, she accepted the friend request and headed upstairs with Butters and entered Cartman's room.

"Uh...this is the King's room. I don't think we're supposed to be here," said Butters nervously, glancing at the door just in case Cartman came in.

"I'm only for a minute, then I'll leave," promised Ricky. 'And I might leave with some blackmail,' she thought sinisterly as she began exploring his room. It was just a regular boy's room with toys and...why was there a girl doll? But the more surprise is when Ricky opened Cartman's closet door.

Inside the closet was the definition of messy. Several objects, toys, clothing, and all other things were inside and stuffed, scattered all over. Ricky had no idea why there was even a bra and other girl clothing inside, and frankly, she didn't want to know. She just took a contract that said really hard words and had Cartman's messy handwriting before leaving.

"Uh...what are you going to do with that?" asked Butters.

"Don't worry, I just want to look at it, then I'll return it," said Ricky, lying a little. 'Actually, this might come in handy...'

As soon as they got outside and was heading out, Ricky got out her phone when it vibrated and discovered a new message from Clyde, the same guy she beat up and banished from the game. It read: Fuck you, New Kid! Things were fine until you showed up. I'll get you back for this, I swear!

"Wow, what an asshole," muttered Ricky, annoyed by the text before she and Butters continued walking. "So where to first? Should we visit Craig first? Or Token? Or that Tweek guy?"

"Actually, you think I can go home first? I need some stuff prepared, and my house is right over there."

"Sure." Butters opened the door for Ricky, being the gentleman paladin he is, and entered his own home after she entered. "Behold! The residence of Butters the Merciful!"

Ricky glanced around and saw it was a pretty nice house. Butter's mom was reading a book, and Mr. Scotch was doing something with his phone. Mr. Scotch noticed Ricky and walked over to her. "Ah! This must be the new kid!"

"We're playin' Dad!" said Butters.

"Good for you!" Ricky saw that both Mrs. Scotch and Mr. Scotch just now 'friended' her as their friend. "You Facebook message me right away if Butters does something he should be grounded for."

Ricky frowned, but nodded. As soon as they got out of Butters house, Ricky turned to Butters and said, "Your parents seems...nice."

"Yeah, but they always ground me."

"You? What terrible things have you done?"

"Well, I don't really understand," started Butters. "Well, my Dad said that I poured some Rice a Roni in his coffee even thought I don't remember doing it, saving Imaginationland, having my room wrecked even though I didn't do it, and other things. Sometimes, they ground me for no reason at all!"

"What?! That's horrible! Butters, you need to tell someone!"

"T-tell them what?"

Ricky grew irritated. "That your parents ground you for the most ridiculous reasons or no reasons at all! If you won't, I will!"

"Wait!" cried out Butters. "Even if you do tell, you don't have proof! Besides, I think my parents are nice!"

"...Shit, you're right. Alright, fine. I'll find some proof, soon enough."

"Hey, Butters," said a small ginger boy with glasses, walking up to them.

"Oh, hey Dougie! How are you doing?" asked Butters cheerfully.

"Fine. Oh, are you the new kid?"

"Yeah," said Ricky. "My name's Frederica, but people call me Ricky for short. Are you playing this dumb Stick of Truth game?"

"The Wizard King says I'm too ginger to be one of the humans," said Dougie. "But Paladin Butters lets me be his squire on the sly."

"Paladins seek justice for all races!"

"That fat son of a bitch!" growled Ricky, disliking more and more about Cartman. "He's a racist too? Not only does he hate Jews, but gingers too? I so cannot wait until the day I beat up that fat little snob!"

"Uh...shouldn't we be doing the king's quest now?" reminded Butters.

"Oh yeah, right. Who should we go first?"

"I think we should head to Craig's house first! And I know a shortcut!"

"Alright, lead the way, Butters! See you later, Dougie!"

"Bye!"

After a while, Ricky spoke up. "You mentioned a shortcut, Butters. Where is the shortcut?"

"Right here!" Butters pointed to a small pole with some sort of flag and a horn on a small hill. He went over and squeezed the horn, making some sort of honking sound. Sounds of horses neighing and running down the road was heard, but in reality, a young boy in a wheelchair with a recorder, a toy horse, and a wagon appeared.

"...You have got to be kidding me," said Ricky, annoyed.

"Welcome to the Timmy Express!" welcomed Butters, getting on the wagon.

"Timmy!"

"What is this?" asked Ricky, still not believing this.

"This is the Timmy Express!" Butters started to explain. "He usually keeps tabs on both elves and humans and drives them to whatever place they want to go in exchange that they don't attack him!"

Ricky rolled her eyes and sighed before getting on the wagon. "Alright, Timmy. To Craig's house."

"Timmy!" Timmy yanked on the reins of his toy horse before taking off with his wheelchair, dragging the wagon with him. In mere minutes, they arrived at another pole before Timmy dropped them off.

"Hey, where's Craig's house? I don't see no houses here!" said Ricky, seeing that the houses were at least one or two blocks away. She was standing next to a suspicious-looking snowman.

"Timmy always stops at ports near the locations we want to go," explained Butters. "Besides-"

Suddenly, the snowman collapsed and four elves popped out, letting out battle cries. Ricky freaked out and screamed at the top of her lungs before punching one of the elves in the fact. Due to instinct and thanks to the surprise, Ricky kicked one elf right between the legs before elbowing another in the face and hitting the last elf in the stomach, hard.

All four elves, who weren't expecting a counterattack, fell to the ground, groaning in pain and clutching the spots they were hit in. Butters was shocked and exclaimed, "Wow Louise! How'd you do that, Ricky?!"

Ricky panted and calmed down. "Sorry, I just don't like surprise attacks. They surprise me so much that I react immediantly. Let's go."

Soon, Butters escorted her to Craig's house, where Craig's Dad opened the door for them. "Hello, Craig's dad! We'd like to see Craig, please," said Butters politely.

"Ya looking for Craig? Well, he can't play. He's in detention. Something about flippin' off the principle."

"Oh, okay. Thanks!" said Butters before Craig's Dad closed the door.

"Jeez, what did Craig do to make the principle mad?" wondered Ricky outloud, seeing how she hasn't met the principle yet.

"He flipped her off," said Butters.

"Yeah, I know that, but I'm wondering what he did to make the-"

"No. I mean, he flipped the principle off."

"...I...I don't..." Ricky shook her head. "I don't get it."

"Don't worry. You'll see when you meet Craig," encouraged Butters, patting her on the back. "We better get the others guys first."

Ricky pulled out her phone and saw only the names, 'Tweek,' and 'Token' left. "Alright, Tweek or Token. Who should we go next?"

"I think I know where to find Tweek! His family owns a coffee shop, like Starbucks, only it's not Starbucks! Here, I'll show you!" Once again, the two of them had to take the Timmy Express to get there, and when they arrived, they were only a few blocks away from reaching Tweeks Bros. Coffee store.

"The owners named their son, 'Tweek Tweak?' Huh, weird," said Ricky as she and Butters were talking and passing by some trees.

"Psst! Pssst! Hey, over here!" hissed a voice nearby. Both Ricky and Butters turned around to see some man with fake glasses with a nose attached hiding behind some trees.

"W-what should we do, Ricky?" wondered Butters, unsure what to do.

Ricky, who was very sus[icious of the man, started walking towards the man while holding onto Butters' hand. "If that man does anything, no matter what happens, I want you to go and alert the police, Butters. Got that?" she whispered, only to get a nod from him. "Good. What do you want, man?"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," said the man.

'Yeah, I highly doubt that,' thought Ricky, readying herself just in case.

"It's me! Al Gore!" The man took off his fake glasses to reveal himself.

"Uh...who?"

"You know, Al Gore! I'm super important!"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, look," started Al Gore, standing up from his hiding spot. "I've detected some VERY strange activity in this area. I believe we are deal with...MANBEARPIG!"

Ricky narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Really? ManBearPig."

"What?!" cried out Butters, suddenly scared.

"Butters! You can't possibly be believing this guy, do you?!"

"Yes, THE ManBearPig. I know you're scared but I need help! Take these and placed them in the locations specified on the ManBearMap. Pig." He handed Ricky some weird tranquilizer. "And now I'm going to make you my friend on Facebook. This is VERY prestigious. You have my email now but don't give it to anyone! I'm super cereal!"

"Don't you mean, 'serious?'" corrected Ricky.

"Hurry! We must know it if ManBearPig is here or not!" The man named Al Gore ran off somewhere, and Ricky got a friend request from the man. She got out the tranquilizer and threw it in the trash.

"W-what are you doing?" asked Butters, surprised.

"What does it look like? I threw away that stupid thing that guy gave me."

"Why? We need it to locate-"

"Butters," started Ricky. "Do you really believe that guy? For all we know, he could be some creepy kidnapper who wanted to do strange things and get children to do it, or just some poor man wanting attention."

"B-but still..."

Ricky sighed and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Look, just forget it. When you're older, you'll understand. Anyways, Tweek's inside this coffee shop, right? Let's go."

"Okay!" When they were inside the coffee shop, it was almost like a Starbucks coffee shop, but a little different.

"Welcome to Tweek Coffee," welcomed Mr. Tweak. "Coffee made with ingredients supplied by local organic suppliers. It's local coffee. Brewed locally."

"Do you know someone named Tweek? We kinda need him right now," asked Ricky.

"Oh, you mean my son? Of course. Tweek? Tweeek!"

"Aaah!" A young boy's cry was heard from the supply room.

"Have you picked up the fresh local ingredients?" called out Mr. Tweak.

"Aaagh! Not yet, Dad! I'm still trying to do all my chores!"

"Well, hurry up, son! The family business is relying on you!"

"Aaaugh!"

Ricky turned to Butters and said, "Let's go visit Tweek and go help him out. That way he'll work faster and I won't have fatass Cartman calling me a 'bitch' anytime soon."

"Okay! Good idea!" So, both of them entered the supply closet, where they found a young boy nervously cleaning up.

"Hiya, Tweek!" welcomed Butters, handing Tweek some sort of paper. "The king requests your assistance!"

"Aaghgh! Now?! The guys need me now?! Oh, there's no way man!" cried out Tweek. "I have WAY too much to do!" He grabbed Butters by the scuff his shirt and screamed, "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALL THIS?!"

"Whoa, Tweek! Calm down!" said Ricky. "What can we do to help?"

"Oh, you guys will help me? Great! Could you go get the four o'clock delivery for me?! If you do, I can finish here and then-and then I'll still have time to play!" He handed Ricky some sort of envelope. "It's at Kenny's house, like always! Y-you give them this, and they'll give you the delivery!"

"Alright. Butters, you know where this Kenny guy lives?"

Butters nodded. "Sure, I'll take you there!" It took awhile, but they arrived at Kenny's house, which was small and seemed broken down. It didn't take a genius to guess that Kenny's family was poor.

When Ricky knocked on the door, Mrs. McCormick answered it. "What?" Ricky handed her the envelope, and Mrs. McCormick seemed to have recognized what it was. "Oh, this isn't for me. This is for the nice people who are renting the guest house out in the back." She handed Ricky some sort of garage key, which happened to be the key to the garage.

"Is Kenny poor?" asked Ricky to Butters.

"Yeah, but he seems fine with it." Ricky unlocked the garage and both she and Butters entered. Inside, it seemed way worse than the McCormick's residence, for the guest house seemed ready to be torn down, and it looked like some sort of broken down lab. Worse, there were even some strange people smoking cigarettes.

Ricky immediantly wanted to get the package and get out of there. "Are you the guys with the package?"

"Yeah, yeah. We got the package for Tweeks Coffee. You got the envelope?" one of the strange men questioned. Ricky decided to name that guy 'Mech Head' since she had no idea who or even cared what his name is.

"Hey, that's not the usual kid that picks up the package!" Mech Head realized.

"Huh? Oh shit, it's a cop!" another man shouted, taking out a crowbar.

"Oh no!" cried out Butters, backing away.

"Holy shit, dude!" shouted Ricky, taking out her wooden dagger. Just as the crowbar man was about to swing down his crowbar, Ricky stabbed her wooden dagger right between his legs, causing him to yell in pain before Ricky pulled back.

"I got this one! Hammer of Justice!" Butters ran forward and swung his hammer down at the man's leg as hard as he could, and a crack could be heard.

"FUCK!" screamed the man, falling to the ground in pain.

"Butters, look out!" cried out Ricky, tackling Butters to the ground. When both got up and regained their position, Butters saw that Ricky had a nasty, bloody slash on her cheek. He turned to see a knife stuck in the wall, and the Mech Head nearby, and took the pieces together.

"Oh, Jesus! Are you alright, Ricky?" asked Butters. Before Ricky could answer, Butters was thrown to the wall by a sudden impact.

Ricky turned to see Mech Head had swung a plunger at Butters, who had coughed out a bit of blood. "That's it!" She picked up a piece of glass that was sitting nearby, swung her wooden dagger at Mech Head, who didn't take much damage from it, and stabbed the piece of glass into Mech Head's foot.

Mech Head screamed in pain before falling to the ground. Ricky still wasn't down and ran towards him and started kicking him in the face. KICK! "That was for hurting Butters!" KICK! "That was for cutting my cheek!" KICK! "That was for attacking both of us!" KICK! "And THAT was because I felt like it!"

After Ricky was done kicking the guy, she rushed towards Butters, who was recovering himself. "I'll be alright, Ricky. Just a bit injured, is all."

Just then, a woman entered the garage through another entrance and saw the whole mess inside. "What the hell is going on?! You'll pay for this, you bastards!"

While the woman charged towards them, Butters got out two slingshots and handed Ricky one along with a pouch full of rubber balls. "Here! Fire away!" Both Butters and Ricky fired some rubber balls at the woman, who started slowing down and trying to defend herself. During that, one of Ricky's rubber balls hit a bucket full of water, which tipped and spilled all over the floor and made the woman fall on her back, knocking her out and breaking her back.

"...We did it!" cheered Ricky before she felt pain in her cheek. "Ow, ow! Ok, ow!"

"Here, let me handle this!" Butters rubbed some healing ointment on Ricky's slash before covering it up with a bandage. "There! Good as new!"

"Thanks! Now, let's call the cops and get to Tweek!" After calling the police and watching them arrest the three people who assaulted them, Butters and Ricky headed towards Tweek's coffee shop with the package.

When Tweek saw them with the package, he rejoiced. "You did it! You got the package! Oh, thanks man! Dad! I finished my work! Can I go play?"

"Where's today's delivery?" asked Mr. Tweak, entering the supply room. Tweek handed his Dad the delivery, and Mr. Tweak tasted it. "Hmm, yup. That's good shit. Alright, Tweek, you can play for a little bit. But be home before dark or you'll be grounded. Grounded, like the fresh grinds of our all organic Tweek blend, made with ingredients from local tweekers."

"Thanks, kid," said Tweek. "I gotta go change, then I'll meet you at the kingdom!"

As Butters and Ricky left for Token's house, Butters asked, "Aren't we gonna tell Tweek that the people we delivered the envelope to are arrested?"

Ricky stopped and pondered for a moment. "...Nah. He'll figure it out soon. Besides, they attacked us first, and we attacked out of self-defense. By the way, thanks for giving me this slingshot. It might come in handy!"

"You're welcome!"

When they arrived, they saw a huge house protected by some sort of gate, and a security guard near the gate. When Ricky tried to walk past the guard, he got out his pepper spray and sprayed her in the eyes. "God! Fuckin-" She fell to her knees and puked in the ground.

"If you try again, I will pepper spray you to the Stone Ages," warned the guard.

"Jesus, you could have given me a warning before spraying me!" shouted Ricky before she and Butters left. "Ow...my stomach...now what?"

"Well, there is this one shop I know," offered Butters, rubbing her back gently.


In front of Jimbo's Guns...

"Butters, are you crazy?!" exclaimed Ricky. "I hate that security guy, but I'm not gonna shoot him!"

"No, no! You got the wrong idea!" defended Butters quickly. "It's just that, Jimbo doesn't just sell guns! He sells other supplies too! Honest!"

Ricky sighed. "Fine! I'll give it a go!" Inside, there was a tall man with a hat, and next to him, was a shorter man with weird sunglasses.

"Why, hello Jimbo and Ned!" welcomed Butters.

"Well, what brings you here today?" asked the man named Jimbo. Business or pleasure? Or vengeance?"

"Alright, I guess I'll take...a gas mask! Yes, perfect! How much?" asked Ricky, pointing to the gas mask on display.

"Oh, that? About 5 bucks, I guess."

"Sweet!"

After Ricky paid for that gas mask, Jimbo asked, "Alright, anything else?"

"Uh...nope. We're good."

"Alright, see you next time then!"

"Wait! Don't you need to see my ID or something?" asked Ricky, confused. "Isn't there an age limit for purchasing stuff like this or don't children need adults for these kinds of things?"

"Nah, not really. In this town, public safety hasn't been established. At least, not yet," explained Jimbo.

"What? That's ridiculous!" exclaimed Ricky. "So, if a 9-year old came here, thought a gun was made out of candy and wanted to eat it, ou would still sell him that gun, and it's still perfectly legal?"

"Yeah. I just did that to a kid in a princess costume like before you came in this shop."

"...Wait, what?!"

From outside, everyone could hear a conversation. "MMPH MPPH MMMP!" (Oh boy! A candy-covered gun!) Click. BANG!

"Oh my god! They killed Kenny!"

"You bastard!"

"Well, it's been...horrible, but we gotta go, see ya!" Ricky grabbed Butter and ran out of the strange gun store. Both of them were in cloaks and Ricky was wearing her gas mask on. They were complete disguises so no one would guess they were themselves.

"Alright, Butters? You know the plan, right?" Ricky addressed to Butters, who nodded. "Okay, let's do this!"

Once Ricky tried to walk past the guard, he sprayed her with the same pepper spray, but realized it was working. "What the-OH FUCK!"

"Get him!" ordered Ricky, running towards the guard. She kicked him hard in the leg before shooting a rubber ball right between his legs, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Both she and Butters dragged the guard behind a large tree nearby and started ducktapping him there, even gagging him before rushing towards Token's neighborhood.

"I can't believe we did that!" said Butters, surprised. "When my parents finds out, they're gonna ground me!"

"Who cares?! I can't believe that worked!" cheered Ricky. "Also, no one recognized us under these disguises, so we'll be okay!"

When they arrived at Token's house, Butters knocked on the door, and a boy, who seemed to be Token, opened it. Butters handed him some sort of letter, and Tokem mumbled, "Oh, the elves took the stick again? Hang on a second."

After closing the door, the boy reappeared in his 'armor' a minute later. "Thank you for thy message, traveler! I shall make haste to Kupa Keep! Mom! Can you drive me to Eric's house?"

Once they left Token's house, Butters and Ricky started heading back. "Looks like we got all three boys," said Ricky. "Except for Craig, of course."

"Wait, what do we do about him?" wondered Butters, addressing to the still tied up security guard.

"...Nah, forget it. Someone will notice and take care of him," said Ricky, ignoring the jerk that pepper sprayed her.


FINALLY FINISHED! Hope you enjoyed this, and I'm guessing you know what happens next! There's still that romance poll in my profile, so go ahead and vote if you haven't!