The school bell abruptly rang to signal to everyone that school had ended. Almost immediately, every chair screeched as it was being pushed back as the people who had sat their began to stand up.

"Don't forget about tomorrow!" Marinette yelled to Kenny as he alked towards his friends who were already standing near the door. He shot back a simple nod. And she waved back.

Kyle looked at Kenny as they walked out of the room. "Dude, you already... this early...?"

"No. It's just for the project."

They were walking down the stairs of the entrance when Stan almost tripped from staring down at his phone. He grabbed onto the railings to catch himself, and grabbed his phone while it was airborne.

"Oh, shit!" He clutched onto his phone, but was alerted with a notification. "What the hell is this?" He pressed onto a link which sent him to the same blog that Marinette had just shown Kenny only moments ago.

A video popped up onto his screen. It was the same video that they had seen right after the battle.

Despite this, Stan scrolled down. They probably didn't want to see the same video that they had just watched.

Cartman glanced from over his shoulder. "Who is Mysterion?" He snickered. "It's not like literally everyone knows who he is."

"Well, watch the video!" Stan scrolled back up.

Alya had pulled up a clear picture of Mysterion and began circling around it with her mouse. "Ladyblog! I think I might have a few leads on this guy!"

"Okay, this might sound crazy... but I have more than one idea on who he is, but they're only theories. I'll post about it tomorrow. Until then, stay tuned!"

The video stopped. The Boys all glanced at each other, completely surprised.

"That's such a fucking cheat! She can't just discover who he is by one fucking video!" Cartman angrily spouted. "Someone has to fucking stop her!"

"I think I can." Kyle spoke up.

Cartman scoffed at the idea. "What are you going to do, use your Jew magic to force her to delete it again?"

"Dude, she's doing this on a blog. It's not that hard to hack into someone's blog, find and delete the post if she's got it queued, which she probably does."

"So you're just going to hack into her blog? Do we even have a computer to do it on?" Stan asked.

Kenny suddenly threw down his backpack and began to shuffle through it, until he stopped and began to mutter under his breath.

"What is it, dude?" They turned to him.

"Fuck, I forgot that fucking tablet we got in the classroom." He facepalmed, and sighed. "I swear to fucking God..."

"Are you sure that's his tablet, Marinette?" Tikki glanced down at the black tablet. "It could be anyone's."

"I'm sure it is. It was on the same table we worked at. I can't believe he even forgot it in the first place!"

Everyone received a tablet on the first day of school. They used them to read what was assigned and to work on assignments. Basically, if you didn't have one you were going to have a bad time.

"How are you going to give it back? You aren't seeing him until tomorrow."

Suddenly, nearby a group of boys began to laugh. Marinette looked from behind a wall. They were the same group of boys from lunch, with the same boy who had told Chloé off! She recognized him from the blue hat.

Tikki flew from her hiding spot. "You're going to give it to them? Are you even sure that they would even know who he is?"

"I saw him hanging out with them at lunch yesterday, you know, the same guys I told you about, right? I think they'd know where he'd be at!"

She looked down at the tablet, and then back at the group. "I'm going to do it." Tikki flew back into her purse.

When Craig's gang spotted Marinette walking up towards them, they became quiet and looked at her curiously.

Clyde snorted. "It's McCormick's bitch!" They shared a laugh quiet enough for Marinette not to hear.

"Everyone, shut the fuck up." Craig jumped off of the step that he had been sitting on.

He crossed his arms as Marinette stopped. "What do you want?"

"I was, uh... just, returning this tablet! You guys are, uh, friends with Kenny, right?"

He still looked at her blankly. "We're technically in his class."

"Good! So... can you just give this to him? He forgot it." She handed the tablet to him, which he reluctantly accepted and put in his bag.

She began to walk away. "Thanks a bunch!"

The group just sat there silently. "So, out of all of the girls in this school that he could possibly choose from, this is who he jerks off to?"

Later... at Hotel Grand Paris

"Hey, dude." Craig walked up to Kenny sitting on the stairs in the hotel lobby, and pulled out the tablet from his backpack.

"Your little girlfriend wanted me to give this to you."

Kenny took the tablet and shoved it into his backpack. "Couldn't you have found a better name to call her?"

"Unless you wanted me to go with McCormick's bitch." He snickered. "Clyde had a field day with that one."

"What?" He stood up. "I swear to fucking God..."

"Jesus Christ, calm down! I don't think she even heard it! We all told him to shut up after he said it."

He sat back down. "If she brings it up, I swear to God he's not going to have any teeth at the end of this trip."

Craig smirked under his breath. "And you say you don't care about her."

Kenny, attempting to change the topic, looked towards one of the lobby computers and saw his friends crowding around it. "What the hell?"

He began to walk towards it with Craig trailing behind. When he got close, he saw Kyle on the Ladyblog with Cartman and Stan next to him. The rest of Craig's gang and Butters were not far behind.

Jimmy pointed at the screen. "W-w-write that Mysterion's a Crip and she's gonna have to pass the blood onto the nigga on the left if she wants to find him."

When the crowd didn't answer back, he just smiled. "Wow, what a terrific audience."

"Jimmy, Mysterion's right behind you." Craig countered.

The group turned to see them both, which gave them the opportunity to see what was going on. Like he had promised, Kyle had gotten onto them Ladyblog and somehow logged in.

"Oh, hey Kenny!" Butters gleefully chirped. "We got onto Kyle's girlfriend's-"

"Alya isn't Kyle's girlfriend, Butters!" Stan yelled.

Kenny shoved his way towards the front until he was literally right next to Kyle, who was still typing. Slowly, he read what Kyle had written. "What are we doing again?"

Kyle stopped what he had been doing and turned to him. "Butters literally got the password on the first try. I think it was 'iloveladybug' or something. We're just thinking of what we're going to do when we find her theory."

He kept scrolling through the flashy, multicolored blog that looked even worse to Kenny now that's it was on a computer. So many neon reds and pop-ups that Teacher PC would consider it some form of microagression. Then, out of nowhere Clyde pointed at the screen.

"I think it might be that! Holy shit!"

Kyle stopped, and began to read it. A quiet murmur erupted throughout the group until Kyle highlighted a section of the text. "Kenny, you might want to read this."

Everyone around them suddenly became silent and stiff as if they had turned into statues as they watched Kenny recite the highlighted section. He then squinted his eyes in confusion, looked at Kyle, and suddenly bursted into laughter and facepalmed.

Kyle looked up at him in surprise. "What?"

"She thinks that Mysterion's the teen model superstar Stan had to work with!" With every word he shouted, Kenny wheezed. He couldn't fathom what had been written. He couldn't even picture seeing him jump around and beat people up. From what he had seen of him, he was way too kindhearted for that.

"Wait, seriously?" Cartman looked at the screen and also began to erupt in laughter. "Holy shit, this is comedy gold!"

"Sorry, but there's no way someone could make the connection. Even if we didn't know who Mysterion actually was, Adrien doesn't even have the same eyes. His are green." Stan added. "Are people in Paris just this retarded?"

Kyle, ignoring everyone began to do what he set out to, by deleting it. He then opened a new page and began typing with everyone around him quietly observing him. As soon as he was finsined, he set it to the queue for tomorrow, saved changes, and slumped in his chair.

He then got up, and glared at everyone around him. "None of you dare say a fucking word of what happened today. If you do, I swear to fucking God I'll knock the teeth in of whoever's mouth it came out of."

Kyle then walked away casually. Everyone looked at one another. Cartman then began to chuckle. "Do you guys actually think a fucking Jew can beat you guys up? God, you guys are honestly so pathetic."

"Seeing him knock you up a couple few times and you crying like a little bitch everytime tells me something else." Kenny rolled his eyes and followed him. Soon, both Cartman and Stan did so too.