Author's Note: For me this is one to say, "Finally!" Because we finally see the original mastermind at his work; Mr. Kyle Broflovski... or in this case, Mr. Marsh ;). I've been trying to figure out how I want to get Kyle involved, and this is the start of a beautiful theme, I think. I'm pretty sure I will do one where Kyle just wakes Kenny- so if anyone has any suggestions on really evil ways to wake someone they will be greatly appreciated. Or just any ways! I'm always taking suggestions. But thanks for reading! :)

"How is he still asleep?" Stan asked, as he approached Butters who sat by the remnants of the campfire from last night. Butters looked at him with bleary eyes, as if to question his sanity, and went back to swirling the cup of black coffee he had slaved over for the past half hour.

"I ask myself that question every day," Butters mumbled in response before he took the last sip of the now cold coffee. Stan laughed and sat by him as he gathered the leftover kindling. Butters stacked a couple of logs on top and covered them with lighter fluid. "Kyle won't be able to wake him," he added, turning to look at the redhead who was pacing as he tried to figure out a plan of attack.
Stan chuckled and lit the kindling on fire, then sat back with Butters.

"You tell him that and he'll do it just to spite you," the blonde laughed at that, and reached into the cooler for a can of soda. He handed a Coke to Stan, who popped the tab and stared at it.

"It's so hot I'm about ready to pour this on myself."

"Well the ice is now water so I could dump that on you." The raven cocked an eyebrow and gave him a daring look. "Or we can just go to the lake," he offered with an innocent smile.

"Without Kenny? That's like taking... I don't know... his nudie mags or something."

"He's a big boy," Butters replied, "and he need to learn that if he oversleeps like a douche bag then he'll miss out on things."

"...yes, mother," Stan teased, then guzzled half the can of cola in one gulp. As he set it down, Kyle ran over and looked to Butters with pleading eyes.

"No," Butters said, earning a scoff from the curly haired man.

"Come on, I need your help."

"No," Kyle set his green eyes on Stan and gave him a look.

"Dammit," he murmured, then stood up.

"What are you planning on doing to him?" Butters gave in a little, though he wasn't looking to hurt Kenny today; After a month and a half his hair still hadn't grown back and after that Butters had taken it easy on him.

"Sending him afloat," Butters furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "well you two were the weirdos who brought an air mattress rather than a tent-"

"It's bouncy and we can look at the stars, we sleep on it all the time outside," Butters grumbled, earning a smirk from Kyle.
"Anyway, we can all carry it down the lake, push it in the water, and let him float away. Freak him the fuck out, especially with how squirmy he is."
Butters looked to Kenny, who looked quite content as he slept, and sighed heavily.

"Fine." Kyle grinned and Stan held back a smirk as he followed his husband to the air mattress. Butters trailed after them and whispered an apology to Kenny before he picked up the bottom edge of the mattress.

Thankfully there weren't many people camping, and there was no one awake yet. They were careful not to move the mattress too much, but Kenny was quite a heavy sleeper. Then again, the slightest creak on the floor would wake him up, so Butters didn't understand how his constant schemes didn't do so either.

"So will this sink?"

"Eventually," Kyle replied, "or we could pull the plug once we get it deep enough, but keep the tab mostly on so it fizzles out slowly."

"You are evil," Stan mumbled, causing the redhead to snicker. Butters just laughed nervously and looked to Kenny, who was now at the mercy of Kyle Broflovski.

"Be glad you learned your lesson," Kyle teased with a smirk. Butters wondered if this would be the turning point for Kenny.

Butters took the blanket and pillows off of the mattress. Kenny curled in a little at that, but remained asleep. Kyle shook his head and gave Butters a look with both sympathy and mirth.

"You were a good man, Kenny McCormick," Stan said jokingly, wiping away a fake tear as they were knee-deep in the murky water, with the air mattress floating.

"May you sail on to better mornings," Kyle followed, then let out a half-laugh, half fake sob as he rested his head on Stan's shoulder. They both erupted into laughter, and pushed Butters forward. "You should send him off and pull the plug," the redhead said.

Butters looked down at his innocently sleeping fiance and sighed heavily.

"I'm so sorry," he said, but was now finding it difficult not to laugh as he pulled the plastic plug. He had a feeling that once Kenny woke up and got over he initial surprise, and possible anger, that he would tell Butters he would be the one to blow the bed back up- and he'd take away the electric air pump.

At that, Butters sighed and gave a gentle push to the air mattress.

"Now we just light it on fire and run," Stan joked, "a proper burial." Kyle snickered against him and splashed the shorter of the two with water. The black-haired man turned around and tackled him beneath the water in response. Their gurgled cries and laughs were heard, and they both surfaced, laughing and coughing as they pushed and shoved each other.

Butters covered his mouth as he stood in the water, waiting for Kenny to wake up. With the sun beating straight down on him, he figured it wouldn't take too long. He was even turning pink from the sun, not that he already wasn't- he would be a lobster for the next two weeks. And at this rate Kenny would be a lobster with him.

But like Kyle had said, Kenny was squirmy. Mostly because he was a restless sleeper on his own, but also because it was difficult to get comfortable on their air mattress because they usually always tried to catapult each other off of it, and in the process let out some of the air.

And Butters watched him wriggle around on it, and Kyle and Stan were poised, waiting for the moment he would wake up. The bright blonde himself was getting hot, sweat had already beaded on his brow, so he dove in the water and swam out to where the air mattress had floated off to. It was in between both sides of the lake, and Butters couldn't believe how far it had drifted between the short amount of time they had waited. He couldn't touch the bottom, and knew they were passed the drop-off; it always scared him to be out this far.

Butters put his hand on the edge of the mattress and gave a tug on it, to bring it closer. But then he had a brilliant idea.

"What are you doing?!" Kyle cried as he closed the plug and swung his legs under it.

"Shh!" Butters put his fingers to his lips and pulled himself up the mattress. He felt it pull upward a little and slid off the edge and into the water once again. He managed to climb all the way onto it on his second try, and he smiled a little at Kenny. He was definitely sunburned; he wondered how badly his skin fared as well.

"Don't wake him!" Stan said, then disappeared under the water as Kyle tackled him again. Butters stood on the mattress with shaky legs, and grinned.

"Oh my God," he heard Kyle splutter from a distance, "do it, dude!"

At Kyle's excited shout, Kenny's eyes fluttered open. He groaned and wiped his brow; his bangs hung in wet clumps and he grimaced in the heat. His eyes slowly shifted around, and his face fell in realization of where he was. He scrambled to sit up and his eyes widened as he caught sight of Butters' legs bent.

"Don't. You-"

"Dare?" Butters asked, then jumped from the mattress. He landed on his bottom, which caused just enough of a bounce to make Kenny try to stay on the mattress, which only caused him to fall off and into the water. Butters looked around and sighed; this was actually pretty cool.

That thought only lasted a second before wet hands grabbed his ankles and yanked him into the lake. He yelped just as he hit the water, and shut his eyes before his head disappeared. He tried not to laugh as he felt those same hands poke and tickle his sides, until they both surfaced.

"You're an asshole," Kenny said, after he spit out some water. Butters just smiled and turned to Stan and Kyle, who were laughing hysterically.

"It was Kyle's idea, he's the real asshole." Kenny nodded slowly and turned to Butters with a slow-growing grin.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked quietly. Butters smirked and cupped Kenny's red-splotched cheeks in his hands, then wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Revenge tomorrow?" Kenny nodded and pressed a lake water kiss to Butters' lips, who laughed and squirmed. "You're burned."

"Says the roasted guy next to me. You're gonna be feelin' it for weeks," Butters raised an eyebrow at Kenny and grabbed the mattress.

"Just the way you like it though, right?" Kenny laughed lewdly and winked, before he splashed Butters in the face with the water.