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Cartman P.O.V.

"Hey, Token, where's the soda at?" I shout to the African American boy, trying to be heard over the loud music from the other room. There is a great party in the next room, but for some reason this kid is just sitting alone in here.

"I hate you so much, Cartman," he replied.

"And I love you too. But seriousleh, were is it? I want soda. It's not a party without soda!"

"This isn't even supposed to be a party, Cartman! You just went ahead and invited sixteen other people to my house for the weekend!" Token shouted at me.

That was true. I had given an order that the South Park G.R.O.S.S. stay at Token's house for the weekend. And the reason for the order was so that we could all be kept safe. But that doesn't mean we have to be bored the whole time!

It was Friday night, and all sixteen of the previously mentioned boys were living it up at the Black's mansion. There was music, pizza, movies, and a bunch of other awesome things.

"Seriously, if my parents find out about this, they will be extremely pissed at me!" Token shouted.

"Come on dude, just relax. Your parents won't be back home until Monday. You don't have to worry about getting caught until then!"

"No, Cartman, I don't want to get caught at all. You see, having everyone here for our own protection is one thing, but throwing a party is a whole other ballpark! You are going to help me clean this up after everyone leaves Sunday night. You got that?" Token asks.

I sigh. "Yeah, fine. But come on, don't be that kid who damages the atmosphere at a party! Relax, have some fun!" I was giving him some good lifelong advice. This kid needs to learn to let loose and have some fun!

He appears to have taken my advice because he follows me into the other room. He grabs a piece of pizza from the box on the table and pulls out some twelve packs of soda from a cabinet. I knew I should have looked there!

The rest of the night was just about as awesome as it could possibly get. We played video games, played in Token's indoor laser tag arena, and had a huge bonfire in the fire pit in the backyard. Then, to finish everything off, we decided to watch a movie. After much debate, we eventually all agreed on watching Terrance and Philip: Asses of Fire. (Half of us wanted to watch that while the other half wanted to watch Terrance and Philip in Not Without My Anus. The side I was on prevailed.) The movie was as good as when we watched it for the first time.

"Oh God, last night was so totally AWESOME!" I said. People were just starting to wake up and make their way from the party room to the kitchen. And as every person made that short trek, the memories of the night before would come back to them. Between the half eaten pizza slices, random marshmallows and s'more sticks, laser tag guns, empty soda cans, nerf bullets, and iPods spread all over the room, it was pretty clear that some awesome shit had happened the night before.

"So, what are we going to do for breakfast?" Stan asks. He has a good point. It's 8:30 on Saturday morning, and the people waking up are hungry. Token's parents don't even know that we're here, so they obviously didn't leave behind something for us to eat.

"I think we should just call Pete's Donut Shoppe. They have the best cream filled doughnuts in town. Plus, I know their number by heart, so that way we don't have to look one up," I respond.

"Of course you do," Kyle mutters under his breath.

"Hey, you shut up, Jew!" I shout while punching in the phone number. The store picks up after the second ring.

"Hello, this is Pete's Donut Shoppe, thanks for calling! How can I help you today, sir?"

"I would like, hmm, let's see, nine cream filled doughnuts and nine long-johns." I look at Stan and Kyle. "What do you want me to get you guys?"

"Um, Cartman? I think you need to see this," Stan says to me.

"Can it wait? I still have five doughnuts to go!" I respond. All eighteen of us are crammed into Token's kitchen eating doughnuts for breakfast. Stan is sitting at the dining room table with his laptop.

"No. You should see this."
I put down my doughnut and walk over to him, sighing. "What is so important that I had to stop eating my doughnut?"

"This. It's the camera we planted in the Girl Congress meeting room," Stan answers. I look at the screen. The room is empty, but one thing is different. On the far wall, something has been written in black paint.

"What does that say?" I ask.

"It says, 'Turn on the news, Cartman'."

"Uh-oh. Token, turn on the news!" I shout.

"Why? What's up?" he asks.

"Just do it!" Sensing the urgency in my voice, he runs over to the nearest TV and turns it on to CNN. On the bottom of the screen, there is a breaking news banner. Token turns up the sound and we listen to the reporter.

"We are here at the Pentagon, Tom, where it is believed that a group of nine-year-old girls have broken into an area of the Pentagon referred to as "Sector Two". Now, the Pentagon is telling us that this is where a top secret project is kept. This is why they are not releasing the footage from the camera in that area to us. However, they are telling us that this camera shows these girls taking only pictures and transcripts. The Pentagon is saying that the stolen transcripts contain a full report of everything that happened in Sector Two between the dates of October 24th, 2007, and October 31st, 2007. This is all we know right now. We will report new information as we get it. Back to you, Tom."

I shut off the TV. "What the hell are the girls doing with the Doorway to the Imagination?"

A.N. Point of Information- The above dates are the dates where Imagionationland Parts Two and Three aired- the two episodes where Doorway to the Imagination was mentioned. R+R, Smarv out!