They searched the woods for hours on end. Kyle couldn't have gotten that far… it was only a few hours that they had been passed out and he had been gone, right? I don't think that made anything better for them at all. Considering that they had only searched a little section of the woods, he could have been anywhere. Stan and Kenny were somewhat delusional and had no awareness about what was really going on.

Luckily though, Kenny had briefly seen Kyle getting take away, and had somewhat knew what had taken place and what direction to look in. They searched around the woods and around, but still couldn't find him.

With the blizzard still taking place, no cars were out, except for one that stayed dormant on the side on the road, and looked like it had not been used in years, basically.

"We've got no where else too look. For all we know, Kyle's dead." Stan stopped Ken dead in his tracks. Those were not the words of encouragement that he needed to be hearing right about now.

"Hey! We don't know that! It's only been a little while," he tries, taking a few deep breaths, as they stopped at the before hand mentioned car. Stan leaned against it and closed his eyes.

Kenny sat on the snowy ground and too stopped. "I guess, but I'm just being sensible here." His hand slightly fell against something sitting under the car. Ken pulled his hand back, adverting his eyes to whatever he had just touched. His blue orbs widened, taking a step back and noticing something oh-so familiar.

Stan didn't notice the blonde at first, but his yell sure as hell reached him.

"Stan! Open the car door. Quick!" Stan took his choice of action words by surprise.

"What? Why?" Asked the confused boy, opening his eyes from the scream.

"Just do it! Help me… I think the door's stuck," Kenny presses, going on himself to try the handle.

"WHY?"

Kenny ignores the other boy's comment and scrapes some of the hardened ice from the door, as an attempt to loosen it a bit. Stan too decides to try, for whatever reason that Kenny might be getting at. After a few sheets of ice came out from the door hinges, the door was accessible.

Kenny wasn't surprised at the sight he'd found in the car.

"Kyle! Dude you're okay!" Kyle leaped up from the seat and stared daggers into his takers eyes.

"You see boys, I've taught you all a valuable lesson. That could have been the real Man Bear Pig." Al gore says, turning to them and speaking in monotone with an expressionless face.

"That's not cool, dude! You don't knock out two kids, and kidnap the other one, just to teach us, a 'valuable lesson.' You're lucky we don't tell someone what you did!" Kenny yells, pulling Kyle from the car.

"You should be grateful to me for helping you."

"WHAT? You didn't help us at all! If anything, you scared the shit out of us!"

Behind them, Cartman approaches, disheveled as usual and his brows furrowed.

"You guys just left me!"

"Hey, you weren't going to the cops anytime soon, and we weren't planning on living in that tree house for the rest of our lives. You're lucky you even found us, fatass," states the Jew, brushing off his shirt and standing up straight.

"Oh whatever,"

With that, Al Gore drives his car off, to avoid any further conversation with the boys.

The four of them stand there, hit by snow and freezing.

"What do we do now?"

"We go to the police."

"Or back to my Grandma's house. Maybe we can think of another plan there."

Stan shrugs and huddles close to Kyle, "No. I'm going to the station, who's with me?" Kyle and Kenny say I, leaving Cartman standing there glaring at them all.

"Just come on. We'll go back to her house. I've got another great idea. This plan is ought to work."

They all shake there heads in disagreement. "You said that last time fatass, and look where we are now!" Cartman merely turns on his heels, beginning to walk off back in the direction to the house.

"She's not far down the road from here. I know this place, come on."

This wasn't really an all for one and one for all situation, so they unwillingly followed him.

"This isn't a good idea, dude," a worried Kyle Broflovski says to his boyfriend. Stan grasps him tighter in his hold and kisses his cheek softly.

"I know. But we're gonna get away from here, I promise," replies the ebon haired boy, an emotionless face.

"What good idea has Cartman ever had in his lifetime? It's not like he's the one that's going to be taking us out of here anytime soon. We need to be the ones to take action and get away from this fatass. I'm sick and tired of everyone going along with what he wants. What are we going to do? We were supposed to skip school that day to go on some crazy adventure of a lifetime! This hasn't been fun at all, to say the least."

"Really? So you enjoyed nothing about being here at all? Nothing?" Kyle looks up towards the taller boy and shakes his head.

"Aside from the fact of you and I."

"That's good to hear. But look, I'm telling you, we can't go on another escape mission. It'll fail like the last one."

"The last one…" Kyle begins, "wasn't completely thought through."

"It's not like we could predict Al Gore, coming up, knocking us out and taking you off into some car to be like some scary ass rapist."

"True," Ky mused.

They noticed themselves approaching the house that they had been at, not a day before, and made there way to the back of the house, following Eric in suit. The larger boy found the spare key to the back door of the house inside a plant's pot.

He invited them into the house, continuing to lead them, back into the basement.

"Alright, so here's the plan."