A/N: Hey guys. I just want to thank you for your reviews and likes for the story. I'll be honest, when I first started I thought it was gonna blow. Just excuse any mistakes, I type fast.

So this chapter is just gonna involve our main four boys, but with another South Park character. And this is all one point of view. Now, this may be a short one, I'm not sure. We'll see.

I hope you like it.

TURKEY HUNTING

When boys talk

They don't talk politics

When boys talk

They talk about their kicks

When Boys Talk

Indeep

STAN

"Geez, Stan! Is there any way for you to tell your uncle to slow down!" Kyle exclaimed at my side.

I just gave a stupid grin. I was used to the way my uncle Jimbo drove. Though I could not say the same for my friends. And for us to be heading into the woods near the mountains, it was bound to be a bumpy ride. You see, my uncle was taking us hunting for turkeys, with Thanksgiving coming being tomorrow and all. I saw this as an awesome opportunity to spend some time together, which is why I had him bring Kyle, Kenny, and even Cartman. Since high school, we barely had time to hang out. I can't recall the last time-other than Halloween-where it was just the four of us, goofing off, endlessly making fun of each other, and just being, well, us. And they obviously felt the same way, right? Well, except Cartman, who just wanted to shoot stuff.

The dangerous car ride came to a stop in a clearing. Uncle Jimbo was the first one out, making his way to the trunk to get and load the guns.

"Dude, how'd you get your mom to agree to this?" Kenny asked Kyle, who replied, "It was NOT easy, let me tell you. I had to repeatedly assure her that I wouldn't get hurt. In the end, I had to promise her…uh, certain stuff."

Cartman pressed on. "Certain stuff like?" he would never miss an opportunity to humiliate Kyle.

The red head took a deep breath before coming clean. "I promised her that I would join her book club, you know, for mother/son bonding time."

Kenny and I winced while Cartman boomed with laughter.

"Man," he heaved, "that is so gay!"

Uncle Jimbo had come back with our ammo. He apparently heard everything. "Yep, nothing strips a guy of his manhood like tea, finger sandwiches, and a romantic novel."

This only made Cartman laugh more. And the more he laughed, the more Kyle's face flushed with anger.

"Wouldn't it really be murder if I accidently shot him?"

Kenny raised his eyebrows with intrigue. "Would you be willing to pay off the witnesses?"

Kyle and I roll our eyes in sync.

It was half an hour later that we were in the middle of the woods, searching for the symbolic bird of Thanksgiving. Not much luck. Uncle Jimbo had left us alone to do some hunting of his own. We eventually came across a couple. They were nice and plump, and we aimed. A clear, clean shot in the eye, as my uncle always taught me. They'd be dead one second flat. Kyle, Kenny, and I were hidden in the shrubs, quiet and about slay 'em, but Cartman, who was still trailing behind us, had made it to where we were.

"Jerks! You freakin' left me behind!"

His outburst was heard by our game and-at a surprisingly quick pace-the squabbled off.

Kyle groaned and Kenny came face to face with our fat "friend".

"Cartman, you idiot! He had them! They were right there, but no, you had to ruin the shot!"

Cartman was unamused. "Pfft, please Kenny. You're just mad because you could have had something good to eat for dinner tomorrow-for free, but now you're stuck with more pop-tarts."

I could see that Ken was very likely to sock him then, so I stepped in.

"Look, what's done is done. Let's just look for more, there are plenty around here."

They both backed off.

"Let's just talk to pass the time, guys." Kyle suggested. "So what do you guys think of school so far?"

Kenny gained a proud look. "So far, I've gone out with nine girls, and just made out with twenty-four. My charms just can't be ignored!"

I shook my head; typical Kenny. He was fairly attractive, no homo. Most girls just fell for his crystal blue eyes, or how, despite being so young, he was quite muscular. I'm not talking like ripped, but a nice build. Plus, he was a smooth talker, and very clever. It was no surprise how he managed to attract so many girls.

"And what about Bebe?" Cartman brought up.

Kenny looked as if he were caught off guard. "What about her?"

"I see you two are getting along really well."

It was true. They sort of had this I-like-you-but-you-make-me-want-to-kill-you vibe going on. But they seemed to bicker less, and are starting to build a pretty solid friendship. Of course, though we've noticed, we've said nothing about it.

"So what?"

Cartman gave a sly grin. "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to point that out."
But we all knew what he was getting at.

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Dude, please. We're just friends."

He chubby boy's eyes lit up. "Ah, yes. Just friends. And that leads us to another certain guy."

Kyle felt his eyes on him and gave an exasperated sigh. "For the love of God, Cartman."

"So how are you and Nichole?"

Actually, he and Nichole have become closer as well. They usually just hang out after school to "study". Ok, so maybe they were actually studying. But the point is, we all can see where it's leading, not that we'll tell them that. Much like how Kyle won't answer Cartman's question.

"Why do you need to know?"

"I'm just curious about your love life, Kyle. No need to be suspicious."

"Alright, A: There's always a reason to be suspicious when you're involved. B: Nichole isn't a part of my love life, we're just friends. C: Even if she was, or if some other girl was, there is no way I would tell you about it. Ever."

Cartman shrugged. "That wouldn't matter. I'd find out eventually. I always find out, Kyle…" He gave a snaky smile.

Honestly, his reply did creep us out.

"Hey chubbikins, how about harassing someone who's actually in a relationship?" I wanted to punch Kenny for his successful attempt of putting Cartman off on me.

"Aw, yes. How is your wench, Stan? What's she doing this fine afternoon? Protesting on the flaws of our government? Petitioning for the safety of animals and their preserves? I just spit-balling here, you know, going along the lines of her very annoying political personality."

"I'd watch if I were you," I say. "If I don't sock you in the face, Wendy surely will. Let's not forget the last time you two got into a fight."

We-excluding Cartman-laughed at the memory. The very next day, all his face consisted of were stitches. I was quite glad that I didn't stop the fight, because that was hilarious.

"But seriously Stan, how is the high school life goin' for ya?" asked Kenny.

It was actually a pretty good question, and I had the answer. "In a word: Awesome! I've made so many new friends—not to mention my cool teammates. Their pretty chill guys, sweet to hang out with. And—don't tell Wendy—but you should see some of the girls that flirt with me." I whistled to emphasize what I meant. "Life is good, my friends. Despite the low freshman status and coins being thrown my way, life is good."

Kyle snorted. "Yeah, well don't let it go to your head. That's the last thing we need."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure."

Kenny shushed us. "Guys, we've got a couple plump turkeys headed our way. Get down!" He said in a hushed tone.

All four of us hid as well as we could behind the bushes and shrubs. It was a tight squeeze because of you knows who.

The two paranoid looking birds nervously moved throughout the tiny clearing. Ha, they reminded me of Tweek and his new lady friend! Callie, was it?

Anyway, we quickly and quietly decided to have me and Kenny kill them. I know what you're thinking: Stan killing an animal? Yes, well, as much as I hate to admit it, I love the taste of turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Plus, I learned my lesson on becoming a vegan. It still pained me to hurt these creatures, so my mom taught me a method to use whenever I went haunting with Uncle Jimbo. Breathe in, breathe out. Replace the image of the animal with someone you'd like to see get hurt. It actually also helped me get over being angry with someone. Nice trick, Mom. Now I know how she handles being with Dad.

I breathed in, and breathed out. In my mind, I didn't think of the target as a turkey. I thought of Ms. Crane, my PE teacher. Oh how good it would feel to shoot her in the eye! And in the gut. And in the heart—whoa, whoa, maybe I'm taking this too far. Just one shot. Kenny and I released our safety latches, aimed and…BANG!

Ms. Crane is dead. Yes!

"What?"

I turned to my friends, who were looking at me with worry. I must've said that out loud.

"Oh, um, I mean… the turkeys… we, uh… Oh, look! I see more!" I dashed off into some random area, hoping to run into our game to back up my pathetic excuse so Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman wouldn't further question my sanity.

Well, there it is. So sorry for the crazy long delay guys. It's like my life is full of never ending obstacles to keep me from updating. I'll try to do better. Hope you liked the chapter, though. R and R!