As soon as I woke up I went over to check if Kyle was still asleep which he was. Next, I creeped down stairs before my parents woke up and called the fatass.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, do you know what fucking time it is?" he growled into the phone.

I hissed at him to keep it down and that my parents are still asleep.

"Wendy you bitch what the hell are you doing calling me at 5am on a friggen Saturday?" he screamed making sure I heard the 5am which I had to admit was pretty early for most people. However, my parents were a different story all together. Plus I was starting to get nervous about the position Kyle was now laying. It seemed during the night he had slumped down to where all the stuffed animals were covering his head and the rest of him was fully exposed to my parents if the were to walk into my room. This nearly gave me a heart attack which is why I had to quickly cover his body back up with the stuffed animals and prop his head up again so he didn't suffocate.

"Because fatass you told me you would show me a secret place to keep Kyle so that my parents don't find out that we kidnapped him," I explained while rolling my eyes.

"Hey, don't call me fat and besides was it really necessary to call at 5 o' fucking clock in the friggen morning?" he was still hung up on what time it was it seemed.

"Yes it was necessary for me to call you at 5 o' clock in the morning because I want to move Kyle out of my room before my parents wake up and they normally get up at around 6:30," I said hating my parent for not sleeping in like normal people.

All I could here from the other end was silence.

"Cartman, hello Cartman are you there?" I asked hoping the little fucker hadn't fallen asleep on me.

"Fine," I heard him say. "I'll be there in a few minute."

And with that he hung up. Although, knowing him it would probably be more then a 'few minutes'.

When Cartman did finally get here it was already 6 o' clock and we had a little less than thirty minutes to get Kyle out of my room and to whereever the fuck Cartman was going to take us. Of course that was if I didn't kill the fat pig before we got there.

"Hey why do I have to carry the Jew," he complained.

"Because you carried him to my room last night dumbass," I retorted.

"Hey don't call me fat," he snapped. Obviously after years of people calling him fatass (mostly Kyle) Cartman's reply to any sentence ending in ass came automatically.

"I didn't call you a fatass I called you a dumbass you fucking retard," I fired back.

"Hey"

And that was all he could say before we were out of the door and heading to the myserious place where the still unconcious Kyle would be staying for then next few days in.