Outside of Collége Françoise DuPont

Under the so-called blistering hot sun of Paris, Cartman yawned and fanned himself by flapping his red hoodie around almost revealing his glorious gut acting as if the French capital ever received desert-like temperatures on a daily basis. When he was finished with his indecent exposure, he wiped his forehead. "Man, all this work is making me tired! Don't you guys feel the same?"

Kyle pointed angrily at the empty black garbage bag next to him. "You haven't even picked up any trash, fatass! How the hell are you already tired?"

As Kyle had stated, Teacher PC had somehow had the ability to get his plans through with Principal Damocles despite the fact that he had screamed at possibly every class in the school and the two had decided that the obvious punishment was a round of community service for the class of Miss. Bustier, with them picking up litter surrounding the entire school building while Chloé had the luxury of sitting on a step and browsing on her phone while adding on to the litter with bubblegum wrappers and whatever else was in her pockets.

Cartman laughed. "What? Picking up trash gets sand in your vagina too?" He then pointed to the ground. "While you're at it, maybe you could also find some shekels if you're lucky enough so you're not cranky all day."

"I wouldn't be so smug about it when it's your fatass that got everyone in trouble because you just had to start drama with Chloé on a Friday morning instead of following Craig's advice of ignoring her," Kenny put down his stick and countered. "Is it just too hard for you to keep your fucking trap shut for one minute?"

"Shut up, you fucking hillbilly! You were there and you saw that it wasn't me! It was that snotty bitch that did everything and she got away with it!"

Cartman pointed over at Chloé was was minding her own business entrapped on her own phone when all of a sudden one of their classmates had accidentally bumped into her, not looking where they were stepping. The blonde looked up and quipped maniacally at the girl most likely threatening her with her daddy issues, watching smugly as the girl ran off looking like she was going to explode in crocodile tears.

"Huh," Kyle countered. I like the fact that whenever you're the victim, you demand all of us kiss your ass and do whatever you want but whenever someone else is in trouble, you just laugh along with it and no nothing to stop her."

Stan smirked. "I don't think you're even mad, dude. You're probably jealous that she has more power over us as the mayor's daughter than you could ever dream of having back home. You've already got your ass handed to you multiple times by her."

This did nothing to counter the drama, only sending Cartman on yet another one of his chimp-outs. "What the fuck, dude? Do you really think I'm scared of some bitch who can't even go to school without covering herself in makeup? I've done more things than she could even dream of doing, I could kill her fucking mayor dad and cook him up like I did with that Tenorman's dumbass for all I care!"

Stan chuckled and went back to picking up trash. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

After a few minutes that seemed treacherous, Cartman began to chuckle to himself, sounding more of a lunatic at first impression than ever. This caused the three around him to stop what they were doing and focus their attention onto him.

"Guys, guys! I have the perfect plan to get rid of that stupid bitch for good!" He announced exuberantly. He shuffled through the giant pocket in front of his hoodie and pulled out a small bright pink bottle so that it's existence would be obvious to the naked eye. Inside we're grounded green spices and shook it between his fingers. "I found these in the kitchen of the hotel while you were all fighting Butters on his man period."

Kyle soon realized what Cartman's scheme would unfold and quickly grabbed the plastic bottle out of his fingers. "Oh, no Cartman. You are not doing that."

"You better not be ruining my plans, you fucking Jew!" He quickly swiped the bottle back from Kyle making sure no one else saw what was going to happen. "Do you want her to keep pissing all of us off? It's about time someone put that damn bitch in her place!"

"Kyle's right. We're all going to get busted if they actually think we had weed on us. I can tell this place has a no-tolerance policy," Stan added. Nonetheless, this did nothing to Cartman. At that point, he had walked away from the group and got closer to the staircases where Chloé was still preoccupied on her phone, her backpack next to her. Quickly, Cartman unzipped the smaller pouch, slipped the small bottle but did not close it back up on purpose before running back to where he had been standing and going back to work as if nothing had happened only a few minutes ago.

Miss. Bustier walked outside and towards the group, gathering everyone around in a circle except for Chloé who was still preoccupied and hadn't noticed her backpack being intruded on. "Principal Damocles thinks that we've all had enough today and that you're punishment had been served."

She looked over at Chloé. "Miss. Bourgeois! We're about to go back in!" She turned her phone off and quickly slung on her backpack causing the small pink bottle to fall onto the floor as Cartman had planned, causing the remnants to spill on the floor on impact. Upon sight of the mess, she shrieked.

The teacher immediately ran over to Chloé and discovered the reefer madness on the floor. The look on her face seemed that it didn't matter that she was the mayor's daughter since she would be getting the punishment of a lifetime. "Chloé, do you know that possession of drugs like these are a serious offense at Collegé Françoise DuPont, or in any school at Paris?"

The blonde gulped in total confusion as Cartman began to chuckle quietly. It looked like the Jew was finally been thwarted. Maybe this would finally be Chloé's downfall?

Then, Principal Damocles walked out of the same door that Miss. Bustier had walked out of. "What is going on here?"

"It seems that Chloé Bourgeois had marijuana in her possession, judging on whatever's gotten on the floor."

Chloé then began to freak out at mass proportions. "M-M-Mister Damocles, there's no way I'd ever have any of those disgusting drugs on me! I swore that I'd ever use them in health class! My daddy would never approve of that!"

"But it seems like these drugs were in your possession. Miss. Bourgeois, you do know that anyone possessing drugs is a serious misdemeanor, no matter who or your parents are? Is that correct?"

She gulped and nodded.

"Very well, miss. I will have to contact your father about this... little incident-" He began to walk towards the door when Adrien bolted from where he was standing and walked up towards the principal. "Stop! Chloé wasn't the one who brought those drugs!"

The principal turned around. "Ah, Mr. Agreste. Who had them then?"

"When I was picking up trash I heard Eric Cartman talking to his friends about how he was going to put them in her backpack to get her in trouble because he was angry at her for saying he was the one who hurt Butters!"

The entire class then turned towards the four boys while Stan, Kyle and Kenny began to back away while Cartman was still laughing enthusiastically. The class sent him snarls of confusion and even disgust. When Cartman soon realized that his friends were nowhere to be seen, he got quieter. The principal walked up towards him, and put his hand on his shoulder. "This was the boy who put the marijuana in Chloé's backpack?"

Adrien nodded. The principal looked back towards him. "And you stated that he was talking about this plan with his friends. Were his friends also involved?" The trio looked at each other but stayed silent.

"No, sir. They were actually trying to stop him from doing it, but it was too late!" It wasn't a shock that Stan's friend would have most likely defended them if the time or the question came, however Kenny had barely said anything to stop Cartman so to him, it was a shock that he even bothered to defend him. But hey, it got him out of Cartman's bullshit.

"Well then, I apologize Miss. Bourgeois. However, you young man will have to face the severe consequence of attempting to get a classmate in trouble," he pulled Cartman alongside him and began to walk towards the principal, while Cartman began to shoot glances of anger at both Adrien and Chloé, who was too shocked about the fact that someone had done that much to even look smugly at him back, and even his friends for attempting to thwart his grand scheme.

"Goddamnit! This would've fucking worked if that stupid blonde twink didn't have to ruin everything!" He began screaming as the door closed behind the two.

Meanwhile, at Hawkmoth's lair...

"How far one will go in order to rid of someone they deeply despise only for their plans to crumble right before their very eyes, only to show the true anger someone has towards their classmates and even close friends."

A butterfly landed on his palm, which he encased releasing dark purple magic onto the butterfly creating an akuma just for Cartman.

As the butterfly flew away, he slammed his cane onto the floor, erupting through the sounds of the butterflies. "Fly away, little akuma. And evilize him!"