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Guest1: It's not the ending.

"I thought you were mad at me," Craig said when Stan, Kyle and Kenny appeared at his door. "I quit Coon and Friends, remember?"

"So what?" Kyle asked, shrugging. "Part of being a superhero means helping those in need, even if you're upset at them."

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"Are you sure it's them?" The Human Kite asked Toolshed as the group advanced towards Fosse's house.

"I'm dead sure, man," Toolshed replied.

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"I can't believe it," Toolshed said once the group was outside. "They don't have him. I was so sure it was them!"

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"Who knows if it's just two?" Mysterion pointed out. "For all we know, there could be more criminals trying to accomplish the same thing."

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"If everything goes well, we could also discuss restarting production on The Human Kite Movie," Kyle said to the Netflix executive.

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"How did they know?" Mysterion asked quickly when Super Craig conferred with him that whoever kidnapped Tweek had been wearing a Batman costume.

"I dunno," Super Craig said. "They just found some cloth and managed to connect it to some cheap Batman costume. At the very least, though, whoever it is can't have Tweek, so they're not a priority at the moment."

"That's a relief," Mysterion said.

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"Come on guys!" Toolshed shouted. "We have to do this quickly! After that whole setback with Bill and Fosse complicated things, I just want to get this over with."

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"These past few days, you've been more than actors. You've actually been. . . heroes," Super Craig said, only to see the Human Kite struggling to choke back sobs, his back turned to him. "Kyle? Are you okay?"

"It was nothing," The Human Kite denied, even as his eyes were stuffy from crying. "Let's. . . let's get your boyfriend back."

"You pieces of shit!" Super Craig shouted, his voice hoarse with anger and betrayal. "It was you! It was all you!" His arms shaking, he raised the gun and took aim.

Took aim at Toolshed, the Human Kite and Mysterion.

Nearby, the crowd let out horrified gasps of shock as they saw one of the town's superheroes threaten the lives of his teammates. Super Craig could vaguely hear his own parents, calling to him from within the crowd, but he tuned them out. He tuned it all out. All he could hear was his own voice, screaming within his mind.

Toolshed, the Human Kite and Mysterion all had their hands raised, clearly stunned by this turn of events. "Craig," The Human Kite said, trying to calm his friend even as his voice cracked. "Put down the gun."

"You were behind it all this whole time!" Super Craig shouted, tears streaming from his eyes. "All three of you!"

"W-What?" Toolshed said, laughing nervously as he heard the crowd gasp in shock. "Craig, are you even hearing yourself?"

"Craig?" Tweek said, still being held by his parents. "What are you talking about?"

"When we went to confront Bill and Fosse," Super Craig recalled, his voice wobbly. "You were so sure that they were the culprits more than anyone, even though they've never caused trouble like that in the past and haven't been trouble for a while."

"Well, they did fit the description. . ." Toolshed pointed out.

"And when we caught them, they said someone had bribed them by offering them a lot of money," Super Craig continued, ignoring Toolshed's defense. "Toolshed, your movie had just come out and had grossed up to $200 million, the biggest gross in the franchise so far. If anyone could make good on that bribe, it would be you."

Toolshed gulped, and noticed the rest of the team staring at him suspiciously, including Mysterion and the Human Kite.

"Of course, you didn't get to take Tweek," Super Craig reminded. "Because someone else beat you to the punch! That someone being you!" He turned the gun on Mysterion, who immediately snapped up to attention.

"W-What?" Mysterion said as all eyes fell upon him. "How could you think-"

"You own a Batman suit, Kenny!" Super Craig shouted. "Remember, when you were diagnosed as a sex addict and attempted autoerotic asphyxiation while wearing it? And it was a cheap suit, one of the few that someone of your standing would be able to just barely afford."

"Oh, dammit," Mysterion muttered under his breath, before saying, "Come on, Super Craig, that doesn't prove anything. Anyone can own a Batman suit."

"But not anyone has the skills to effortlessly scale a rooftop and attack someone through their windows!" Super Craig said. "Like you did when you ambushed Tweek! Nobody's better at infiltrating windows than you!"

Mysterion shrunk down as the crowd stared at both him and Toolshed, their jaws hanging open in utter disbelief.

"But you didn't make off with Tweek, either," Super Craig said. "The one who had him in their grasp this whole time. . . was you." As he spoke, he aimed the gun at the Human Kite.

"Kyle?!" The Coon exclaimed.

"Me?" The Human Kite said.

"Oh come on, Human Kite!" Super Craig said, rolling his eyes. "All those ginger kids that just got arrested now were signed up for your movie! Why would they sign up as actors for your movie if they were actively trying to sabotage our Franchise Plan at the same time?! And moreover, why would you be opening up a hiring bid for a movie that, as far as anyone knew, was cancelled? A movie that also happened to feature Nazi Zombie Gingers as the antagonists, uncannily like the miscreants we were facing just now?"

"Uh. . ." The Human Kite said, shifting his eyes.

"And why is it that you conveniently needed to give someone a text message right before we got ambushed by those Gingers outside the studio?" Super Craig pressed on. "And how come you were able to take down all of them by yourself when the rest of us got beaten in seconds?"

"Well. . ."

"Then it hit me!" Super Craig continued. "Each member is in charge of hiring actors for their own movie, which means you would have to personally seek out and verify who would be acting in your movie! Which would be the perfect opportunity for you to seek out those Gingers at your school and offer them a role in your movie if they did the deed and kidnapped Tweek. And as a bonus, have some of them play Ginger Nazi Zombies to show off their acting skills. Am I right?"

"Well, uh," The Human Kite stuttered, sweat dripping down his forehead. "You see, uh. . ."

"Come on," Super Craig said. "Selling Coon and Friends on Amazon? What the Hell kind of plan is that? Unless it was something Gary Nelson made up on the spot and had no intention of going through with, just needing to be convincing enough before he was taken down, Tweek was rescued, and I'd be oh so grateful enough as to rejoin Coon and Friends and restart production on The Super Craig Movie, and by extension saving your own movie!"

By this point, Super Craig's face was flustered and his breathing was ragged, his voice nearly thrown out after screaming so much. His brief silence allowed the others to recollect themselves.

"Wait a minute," Toolshed said, furrowing his eyebrows before turning towards Mysterion. "Kenny, you were the one who interfered with Bill and Fosse's operation?"

"Interfered?" Mysterion said, stunned. "How was I supposed to know you were going to kidnap Tweek at the exact same time I was? At least I had the balls to do it myself instead of bribing someone else to do it for me!"

"That's because you're too poor to bribe someone!" Toolshed retorted. "I mean, your movie made a lot of money, but considering how your family spends your money. . ."

"Stan?!" Call Girl blurted out, flabbergasted. Toolshed immediately whipped around to face his girlfriend and quickly shut up, realizing what he'd just admitted to in front of everybody. He then turned to Super Craig, who was staring at the trio with a look of absolute disbelief on his face.

"Craig, dude," Toolshed said, daring to take a step forward. "I swear, it wasn't supposed to end up as serious as it did. I only intended for Bill and Fosse to hold onto him for a couple hours or so until you, well. . ." Abruptly, he shifted gears, pointing at the Human Kite and saying, "Hey, he was the who was really holding Tweek, not me!"

The Human Kite turned to stare at Toolshed, a shocked and betrayed expression on his face, before turning to Super Craig. "Craig, you know how much The Human Kite Movie meant to me," He said, trying to be as reasonable as possible. "When you quit, and you dropping out meant my movie would have to be altered, or even cancelled, I just got desperate, you know?"

Super Craig muttered something under his breath, staring at the ground. "What?" The Human Kite asked, squinting his eyes.

"I said this is exactly why I quit in the first place!" Super Craig repeated, only much louder in tone. He looked up to stare at his three 'friends', his eyes burning with rage.

"You're not heroes!" He shouted at them, throwing the gun onto the ground as he did. "You're all just a bunch of money-grubbing whores!"

Seeing his boyfriend in such distress, Tweek broke free from his parents grip and rushed over to Craig, throwing his arms around him. The chullo-hat wearing boy fought back tears as Tweek held him tightly. Nearby, the crowd stared at the two, looks of pity etched on their faces.

Eventually, Super Craig gently released himself from Tweek's grasp. "Screw you guys," He said to Coon and Friends. "I. . . I'm going home." Without speaking another word, he wandered off, his head lowered.

"Craig?" The Coon said as he watched his teammate leave. "Craig! Come on, dude, don't leave! It's not our fault Kyle was being a Greedy Jew! Craig, dude!"

But Craig didn't respond. The only indication he heard anything was when he raised his arm to flip the team off, not even bothering to turn around as he did so.

Toolshed, Mysterion and the Human Kite watched as Super Craig left. But as he vanished, they felt eyes on them, and slowly turned around to see the crowd shooting glares at them. The police, their parents, their schoolmates, even the other members of Coon and Friends only stared silently in their direction, anger and disappointment clear in their expressions.

After a few moments, they, too, left, heading away from the hotel and back towards the town, leaving the three disgraced superheroes alone in the darkness.

Craig didn't say a word as he wandered in an almost zombie-like state back towards his neighborhood. Halfway there, his family stopped by in their car and picked him up, driving him back to their house. Even then, he didn't say a word.

Once they arrived at home, Craig was the first to get out of the car. As they stepped inside, only then did his family try to talk to him.

"Honey," His mother said, as tender as she could be. "I know this is a lot to take in. Believe me, I'm just as appalled as you are that this happened. But the best we can do is try and get through this as a family."

"Well if you ask me, the best thing we can do is go over to that Broflovski house and kick the shit out of his parents for raising such a bad influence!" Thomas snapped, his voice steely. "Then the Marshes and McCormicks!"

"Thomas, violence isn't the best option right now," Laura replied. "We have to think of our son here."

"What do you think I'm doing?" Thomas barked. "We can't just let this go unabated!"

"Well I know that!" Laura snapped, raising her voice. "I'm just saying that shouldn't be the first course of action!"

"Well it'll help Craig get some closure!" Thomas retorted sharply.

Craig once again tuned his parents out as they quickly began to bicker with one another. Silently, he walked up the stairs, his legs feeling heavier than normal. Trudging over to his room, he opened the door, stepped inside, and pressed it shut.

Once he was inside, Craig turned to look at himself in the mirror. Slowly, his glazed eyes wandered down to the piece of paper with the big red 'S' taped onto the front of his jacket.

His eye twitched staring at it. Slowly, he raised a trembling hand and tore the piece of paper off his chest. Then, he slowly ripped the paper up, letting the pieces float onto the floor. As he did, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

It was only once the paper had been shredded to pieces that he finally broke. Crumbling onto the side of his bed, Craig let the tears spring from his eyes as he wept softly, his fingers curling into the bed sheet covers.

His sobs carried out into the empty night sky, silent to everyone but himself.

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