Frostylicious: No kidding.

South Down: You can say that again.

LivingOnLaughs: So does Super Craig.

Guest1: The list-keeper's parents weren't gone for the weekend, they just weren't there at the moment.

After Operation Cannot Possibly Fail Part Three, well, failed, more problems quickly arose. It appeared some of the girls had informed their parents about Coon and Friends' break-in and attempted thievery, and the team's parents were all less than thrilled, to say the least.

"And you can just stay in there until you learn to be a more responsible young man!" Thomas was yelling at Craig in his room that very night. "Just because you put on a flashy costume does not give you license to break into other peoples' houses!"

"I know," Craig replied dully, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with heavy-lidded eyes. He was barely paying attention to his father's words; Thomas' yelling had practically been background music since he was dragged back home. His dad seemed to realize this, as he rather abruptly stopped yelling and eventually shut the door and left, giving one last, stern look as he did.

Craig let out a deep, long sigh of exasperation. He should be out there, looking for Tweek, trying to bring his kidnappers, whoever they may be, to justice. Instead he was trapped in his room, doing nothing. The whole day had been put to waste.

For a long time, he simply lay in his bed, staring emptily up at the ceiling. As he did, he imagined himself and Tweek together, thinking of all the happy times they had spent together. It pained him that he may never get to experience those memories again.

He knew it was strange. How could someone as cold and aloof as him ever form an attachment with someone as strange as Tweek? He knew it was a question the rest of the school asked themselves. In the time he and Tweek had gotten together, he'd simply accepted that many of his schoolmates simply couldn't understand their relationship. To them, it was a shallow bond built of nothing more than hollow lust and entertainment. To them, Tweek was nothing more than Craig's toy, a toy he would cast out once it got old.

He'd tried not to let it get to him. But now, his shell was starting to crack.

Suddenly, his cellphone started ringing. Springing up from his bed, he answered the call, and noticed it was coming from an anonymous source. That immediately got his attention; Craig didn't just give his cellphone number flippantly.

Raising the cellphone to his ear, he hesitantly whispered, "Hello?"

". . . Craig?"

Craig's heart stopped for a couple moments. Could it be? No, it couldn't be.

"T-Tweek?" He whispered, wondering if he'd heard wrong. It couldn't be him, could it?

"Ohmygosh, Craig," The voice came again, and there was no doubt that it was Tweek's. The fear, the vulnerability...it could be no one else.

"Tweek!" He said, raising his voice slightly. Immediately, a million thoughts were racing through his head, but he tried to keep himself calm, for both his sake and Tweek's.

"Where are you?" He asked, as calmly as possible, even as his heart was thumping in his chest, threatening to burst out.

"I-I don't know," Tweek responded, his voice low. Craig could hear his voice cracking from the other end, and knew he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"It. . . it's dark," Tweek continued, his teeth chattering. "I'm in a room, but I don't know where. . . oh gosh, Craig, I'm so scared!"

"Tweek, you need to calm down," Craig said, even though he himself was only barely keeping it together. "How did you get this phone?"

"Some guy. . . he gave it to me," Tweek whispered. "He's standing in here with me. He wanted me to call you."

"What does he look like?" Craig asked quickly. He was desperate; he needed to know as much as possible; if whoever had kidnapped Tweek was allowing him to call him, he didn't know how much time he had before they decided to end the conversation.

"I don't know," Tweek confessed. "There's several of them, and they all wear different masks. They only come in to give me coffee, and they have some sort of voice amplifier, so I don't know what they really sound like."

"Are they kids?" Craig asked. "Our age?"

"Some of them," Tweek said, sounding somewhat unsure. "A few look a little older, or. . . oh gosh!"

"Tweek?!" Craig shouted, noticing the sudden panic in his boyfriend's voice.

"He's approaching me!" Tweek shouted out. "He's grabbing me. . . augh!" Suddenly, his voice went silent.

"Tweek?!" Craig shouted, terror welling up inside him. "Tweek?!"

After a few moments, another voice responded. "Don't worry," It said. "I only gagged him."

The voice was amplified, just as Tweek had said. It was low and gravely, not at all like that of a child, and it reverberated across the room.

Craig gritted his teeth as he clenched his fist around the cellphone hard enough it threatened to break. "Listen up, you son of a bitch," He snarled, his voice low. "I don't know who you are, but if you dare harm my boyfriend-"

"No need to worry, Super Craig," The voice replied. "Your boyfriend is in very safe hands."

"Why are you doing this?" Craig asked. "Talk, now!"

"That's for us to know and you to find out."

"Who's 'us'?" Craig asked. "Where are you hiding?"

"Careful, Super Craig, wouldn't want to squander our mercy by asking too many questions."

"This isn't a game!" Craig roared, his face red. "Now, you have two options! Either you hand over my boyfriend now, or when I find you, I'll show you a nightmare worse than the deepest, darkest bowels of Hell! You understand me?!"

"Challenge accepted," The voice replied calmly.

"Mark my words," Craig growled. "I will find Tweek."

"Oh, we're counting on it," The voice said. "And we'll be waiting."

And with that, the call ended.

"Alright, Davin Miller, you're hired," The Human Kite said to the newest actor at the hiring stage the following day. "Just sign your name here."

The red-haired boy quickly wrote down his name on the piece of paper handed to him. "So when is production on The Human Kite Movie going to start?" He asked as he handed the paper back.

"It should be on schedule," The Human Kite reassured him. "Alright, next guy up."

Davin Miller left, and the next guy in line, Gary Nelson, strode up. "Alright, I'm here for the hiring auditions," He said coolly. "I'm here to play one of the Ginger Nazi Zombies."

"So, Gary, what makes you feel qualified for the role?" The Human Kite asked.

"Well, I'm ginger and I was turned into a Nazi Zombie once," Gary replied. "Remember?"

"You're hired," The Human Kite said bluntly, handing over another piece of paper. "Just sign your name up along with the rest."

"Sweet!" Gary said as he wrote his name on the paper. "With any luck, our role in this film will break new ground and improve public view of gingers everywhere!" He handed the paper back and strode off happily.

Just then, the other members of the team began to show up, none of them looking particularly happy.

"Hey, Kyle," Toolshed grumbled, his shoulders slumped.

"Hey, guys," The Human Kite replied. Noticing their expressions, he said, "I take it the other day wasn't pleasant to you either?"

"You can say that again," Tupperware said. "Tupperware may be impervious to pain, but he's not impervious to getting his butt spanked."

"Hey, at least you didn't get it as bad as Butters," Toolshed noted. "Apparently he had to go to the hospital after that 'operation'. The girls probed his whole body to find his cooties."

"Lucky bastard," Mosquito enviously mumbled under his breath.

"So, Kyle, how's your film going?" Toolshed asked, wishing to change the subject.

"Oh, it's doing fine," The Human Kite said, staring at his notes. "I just hired the new batch of actors. They'll appear in my Netflix show first, and then we can begin production on the feature film."

"Um, okay," Toolshed replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, you probably shouldn't reopen production on that film just yet, since, you know-"

"Stan?"

Toolshed nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Wendy's voice nearby. Whirling around, he noticed his girlfriend approach the backyard.

"Oh, hey Wendy," He said, still recovering from the shock. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Nelly told me what happened the other day," Wendy said bluntly, a crossed expression on her face.

All the color drained from Toolshed's face. "Oh, she did?" He said nervously, wringing his hands.

"Yeah, she was pretty pissed off," Wendy noted. "If I were you, I'd watch my back next week."

The rest of the team groaned. They were well aware that there was still some bad blood between the boys and girls at school; an incident like this definitely wouldn't help matters.

"Why are you here?" The Coon asked bluntly, visibly irritated at Wendy's presence. "Did you just want to rub it in our faces that our operation failed?"

"Careful," Wendy warned. "You wouldn't want me to change my mind about this."

"About what?" Toolshed asked.

Without speaking, Wendy unbuttoned her jacket and pulled something out. When the team saw what it was, they all let out a gasp of shock.

It was the 'Worst Villains' list.

"But how did you-" Toolshed sputtered out in shock.

"I'm head of the List Council," Wendy reminded him. "It took a lot of debating from the committee, but they eventually relented." She extended the list over to Toolshed.

"Um, thanks," Toolshed mumbled, awkwardly taking the list.

"You could've just asked the other day, you know," Wendy pointed out. "We're willing to overlook your little lapse of judgement, but don't push it. I may be head of the committee now, but I still only barely got the other girls' support on this." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" The Human Kite called out to her. "Why are you helping us?"

Wendy paused. "Just an act of kindness," She said, not turning around. Then, she whispered, "From one superhero to another."

Without another word, she was gone.

For a few moments, the team stood in silence, shocked at what had just happened.

Eventually, the Coon shouted, "What the Hell are we waiting for? Call Craig and tell him to get his ass over here right now! Time for our investigation to really begin!"

At first, Wendy handing over the list was supposed to take place at the end of last chapter. However, I decided to save it for this one.

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