Author's Note: Getting ever closer to the climax of the story...
After Bebe had recovered from her minor meltdown, she and Wendy went on their way to Stan's house. It was just after 8:00 in the evening.
"Ok Bebe, one more time. What's the plan?" said Wendy.
"We knock on the door" started Bebe for what seemed like the millionth time "We say we're going to help Butters and Stan with their project."
"Good. Then what?" said Wendy.
"Then, once we're inside with them, you'll take Stan somewhere else, leaving me alone with Butters." continued Bebe.
"Excellent" said Wendy, getting excited knowing that Bebe could remember such complicated instructions "Then what?"
"Then I'll ask Butters what happened at the party." finished Bebe.
"Right!" said Wendy. Despite Wendy's confidence, Bebe looked worried. "What's wrong?" asked Wendy.
"I just don't know if I can handle this by myself." said Bebe pathetically "I want you to be there when I ask him about it."
"I can't be there this time, I have to make sure Stan isn't there." said Wendy.
"Can't you just ask him to leave?" pleaded Bebe "Just tell him to leave, and then stay with me and Butters."
"Kick Stan out of his own house? That's kind of rude, don't you think?" replied Wendy. Bebe wasn't buying it. "Besides, I need to distract him to make sure he doesn't overhear anything that he doesn't need to know."
"Oh, I get it. You need to 'distract' him, OK…" said Bebe with a wink. Wendy replied with a light slap to Bebe's arm.
"That's not at all what I meant and you know it." said Wendy with a chuckle, despite trying to sound annoyed.
"Whatever you say Wendy." said Bebe. After a bit of giggling Bebe took a deep breath.
"Just stick to the plan, and you'll do fine, OK?" said Wendy.
"Right. Stick to the plan. Got it." said Bebe. They made it up to the Marsh residence and knocked on the front door. After a short minute Mr. Marsh answered the door, sporting his all-too-casual look of white briefs, a beer belly and open teal bathrobe-complete with coffee mug in hand. Even though it was a Sunday night, Randy still did not feel the need to get dressed, not even to answer the door. Bebe's reaction resembled screaming in terror while gagging. Wendy's reaction was a look of unwanted surprise rather than shock. She had been around the Marsh family for years and had unfortunately seen her fair share of Randy's 'casual' attire.
"Oh hello girls" said Randy, completely unfazed by Bebe's horrified expression "If you're looking for Stan he's down in the basement with Butters. They're working on some school project." He stepped out of the doorway while taking a sip of coffee. Wendy thanked him as she and Bebe quickly stepped inside and scurried down to the basement.
"That was revolting." said Bebe quietly.
"Forget about it. Remember the plan." said Wendy. Bebe just managed to collect herself by the time they made it down to Stan's basement. As the two girls descended the stairs they saw both Stan and Butters looking at some large poster lying on the floor.
"Hey there, guys!" said Wendy cheerfully. Stan and Butters looked up, startled.
"Oh, hey Wendy!" said Stan with genuine surprise. Wendy quickly made her way over to him and they embraced, which led to a series of tender, loving kisses.
"So…what are you two doing here?" said Butters, gesturing to Wendy and Bebe. Wendy answered him quickly.
"Well, Stan called me and said you guys needed some help with your project." said Wendy. Stan looked puzzled.
"I did?" said Stan.
"Yes, you did, remember?" said Wendy sternly while glaring into his eyes. Considering they were still embraced, Stan was pretty much intimidated into following her lead.
"Oh…yeah, thanks for coming over." said Stan. As soon as he said it, Wendy stopped glaring and kissed him again.
"What…uhh…" said Bebe, as she walked over to look at the poster "uhh…Project are you guys working on?"
"Well, right now we're putting together a collage of various Michael Jackson pictures to show how at one point in his life his face looked like a different organelle in an animal cell" said Butters, hoping to draw attention to the poster and away from Stan and Wendy "The problem is that we still haven't found a good picture of when he looked like a mitochondria."
"Dammit, Mr. Garrison gives us the stupidest, most random assignments." said Stan angrily "When is he going to start giving us real homework?"
"I don't know, but my dad said if I don't get an A on this project he's going to ground me." replied Butters.
"Seriously Butters, you need to man up and stop taking this grounding shit from your dad." said Stan.
"You think I need to 'man up'?" said Butters, trying to be intimidating "That's interesting because I seem to recall this one time about four years ago that involved a certain bully named Trent Bo-"
"A picture of Michael Jackson that looks like mitochondria you say?" yelled Wendy loudly, cutting off Butters and changing the subject simultaneously. Stan, Butters and Bebe all look at her "What a coincidence! I just happen to know about this great website that has just such a picture!" After only half a second the air was filled with awkwardness. Wendy turned directly to Stan "I'll show it to you Stan! Butters and Bebe can stay here and keep working."
"Sure…" said Stan. He had learned over their years of dating to never question or contradict her when she said something like that, no matter how random or out of place it seemed. It was always better to just go along with what she said. "We'll go up to my room to look at that website, and Bebe will help Butters down here."
"Perfect!" said Wendy "We'll be back later guys!" As she started to drag Stan upstairs, Bebe shot her an look of alarm. Wendy looked back at Bebe with a calm glance, along with a head nod toward Butters. As she and Stan disappeared upstairs, Bebe sighed and turned toward Butters. She put her hands on her hips dejectedly.
"Well, I guess it's just us now." said Butters. Bebe just nodded. Butters began to talk about what work they had done already on the poster, but Bebe didn't pay attention. Her head nodded when it seemed appropriate, but the entire time her mind was fixated on Butters and the idea of being pregnant with his child. Her mind drifted through different possibilities and repercussions of having a baby with Butters. Her right hand absentmindedly moved to her stomach and simply rested there.
"Bebe?" said Butters.
"Huh?" said Bebe, snapping back to reality.
"You seem preoccupied." said Butters. Bebe got defensive.
"What would I possibly be preoccupied about?" said Bebe. She started to get nervous. She hadn't really thought this part of Wendy's plan through a whole lot. She adjusted her jeans.
"Oh, I know what this is about." said Butters.
"What? You know what what's about?" said Bebe. She was surprised; she didn't think this conversation would go this way. She panicked; the only way he could possibly know-
"Don't worry; I know what you're going through. I had a bit of a fat phase myself a couple of years ago." said Butters, trying to sound light-hearted. Bebe became angry.
"You have no idea what I'm going through! How could you possibly-wait, fat phase?" said Bebe, transitioning from angry to confused with the smoothness of a porcupine.
"Yeah" started Butters "Back in sophomore year I gained about ten pounds-"
"Stop" interrupted Bebe authoritatively "You think I want to talk to you about how to deal with gaining a little weight?"
"Well obviously." said Butters, gesturing stupidly to Bebe. He quickly realized his mistake when he saw what appeared to be flames directly from the bowels of Hell glaze over Bebe's eyes. He felt as if her evil look of death was starting to melt his face off. He gulped nervously. Bebe began to walk toward him mechanically in a manner that showed him she had no control over her actions. Butters, wisely, started to back away.
"The only reason I'm not beating you to death with your own stupidity right now is because I need you to tell me what happened at Clyde's party." said Bebe. At that moment any concept resembling patience was lost on her.
"Clyde's party?" said Butters nervously "I wasn't allowed to go to his party because if I did my dad would've grou-"
"Shut up!" yelled Bebe as she charged and grabbed Butters by his collar, lifted him up and slammed him against the wall. She was in full-blown bitch mode "God dammit Butters if your sniveling, cowardly ass is the father I'm going to kill you so many times-"
"Fa-fa-father!?" squeaked Butters. His face went ghostly white, partly from Bebe's revelation and partly because he was now scared for his well being "Oh Jesus! Oh God in Heaven!" Upon seeing Butters' fearful reaction, Bebe couldn't help but tear up a bit, even though she was still holding him up against the wall.
"Well? Are you?" said Bebe angrily through tears.
"Well, uh, let me explain exactly what happened…" stammered Butters. Bebe lowered Butters down to the floor, but still held him against the wall by his collar.
"Yeah, you start explaining." said Bebe.
"Let's see" began Butters "Clyde's party…
