In all honesty, the order of events concerning the night before probably would not have been able to happen in any other way, shape, or form, and the boys now know that. That is the only thing clear in the minds of Coon, Coon & Friends, Professor Chaos, and General Disarray as their eyes struggle, blinking to stay awake from staying up all of last night. In class the next morning, it is really all that their groggy minds can focus on over the droning on of their teachers.
After Cartman and the others were spilled out of the portal and slumped spontaneously onto their upturned boat, their was another poltergeist-like flash of light that closed the rift up until next time. There was nothing else they had to say other than what was seen when Coon & Friends were sent there the first time. Oh, and also, they may have almost met Cuthulhu again. With what limited memory that they do have, they are able to gather that some eldritch creature tried to contact them while they were in R'lyegh. Something that may have been trying to warn them. But, either the three boys were transported back to South Park before the meaning could become clear, or they just cannot remember. After being spewed back into the pond, the others and them had a brief meeting back at Kenny's place, and then they all dispersed and went home, completely exhausted.
Back at the McKormick's they confirmed that they indeed needed assistance that goes beyond the breach of Coon, Friends, and those associated. They still have not found out anything productive, but they do know that it would be best to close the portal. It may not have proven to be the direct source of South Park's many frequent hospitalizations, but it wouldn't hurt just to make sure. The bad creatures on the other side seem to want to escape while the supposedly good ones want them to stay sealed off. They all know that there may only be one way to accomplish that.
"And that is the theory of why the Doctor will actually transform to become Lord English," Mr. Garison finishes up the last pointless lesson. "Okay, class. On to our next point of business. Today will be the start of a mass string of projects involving singing about feelings. This assignment is one-hundred-percent required." The class groans. "Now, children, don't express that attitude after I gave you the last few weeks free of homework just because your stupid families didn't know how to take proper care of themselves. Besides, I'm letting you work with partners on some of these projects anyway, so quit your bitching and moaning around." Kenny decides to take the opportunity while Mr. Garison's attention is directed at the class's apathy to pass out a mass array of his infamous notes. He opens up the dollar store flip-phone his parents got him for Christmas and begins to repeatedly type the extraneous number dials. He must get this message out. He must get it out to all of his friends that helped him save South Park in the last few years of his lives.
Clyde raises his hand and speaks up when Mr. Garison calls on him, "So isn't basically what we're doing Glee?"
"Yes! Exactly, Clyde!" Mr. Garison almost cheers and sticks his long pointer at Clyde's nose. This sudden and ecstatic outcry from their teacher awakes and unnerves the rest of the class. "Finally someone got it! You'll be researching common songs you hear frequently on the radio, creating a kind of jukebox medley, if you will. You can do some alone and you can do others as duets with your classmates. I also expect you even to team up in larger groups of ensembles so you can sing choir style."
"But Mr. Garison," Wendy speaks up as well. "Aren't we just rehashing the things done from the show in futile attempt to stay relevant?"
"You are absolutely right, Wendy!" if it were anyone other than Mr. Garison that winks at Wendy, then it would be the creepiest thing in the darkest pits of hell. "You see, the fads that our town has partaken in have always come and gone like passing gas and pretending it's the wind. But Glee is different. See, Glee has been around for a while now. It's just a damn shame we never picked up on it earlier. We've had a dusty, old, glee club hidden in the back corner of the library for years. It's broken now, so I might as well assign our class its job instead. That said, you have a week to pick a song of your choosing and perform it in class solo."
"But Mr. Garison, why?" as Wendy continues to argue with their teacher, a note slides onto Kyle's desk under his right arm. He looks behind him and sees Kenny gesture to him with a somewhat serious look to his eyes. He gestures to all of the classmates in front of him. Kyle turns back around and looks down at the scrap of binder paper scrawled over with chicken scratch. His eyes study it carefully. It is similar to the note that he received from Kenny the other day when he called all of Coon & Friends together. Only this one is different. It asks for every kid in class to be involved. Kenny's angle: to revive La Resistance! He carefully folds the note back up and tosses it to Red. It goes fluttering in front of her desk. The whole class has the right to know, but how many will actually agree to meet at lunch behind the portables? The last La Resistance meeting was only successful because everyone thought there would be punch and pie. Will they trust them this time? Or will their arrival be genuine? It's hard to tell how many of them have been affected by all of the recent hospitalizations, but it is also hard to tell who's next if no one takes action.