GBond007: Clyde is Kyle's "friend" insomuch as he's Kyle's designated rival for the Fantasy theme. Since Cartman couldn't be Grand Wizard, Clyde's PD form was one of the only real options to act as his nemesis.
Guest: Well, you're not too far off from what's gonna happen. As for Garrison and Mr. Hat, while I'm glad they're done with the Trump parody, I'm more interested in what's gonna become of the boys.
South Down: No way at all.
The Coon was sitting at his desk within his HQ, deep in thought as he pondered his next course of actions, when he was interrupted by one of his underlings' arrival.
"Sir, I've done a background check on the kids at school," The Coony, Louis, said as he placed several photographs at his desk. "And I've managed to narrow down several children who are minions of Professor Chaos."
"Good to hear, Coony," The Coon replied, taking the pictures and mulling through them. "Now, all we have to do is find one of them and make them tell us where his base of operation is located, and then we can-"
"Sir, we have a visitor!" Another Coony, Nate, exclaimed from the staircase.
The Coon sighed. "What the Hell is it this time?" He asked. Composing himself, he said, "Bring 'em in."
Nate ushered to the unseen visitors to follow him downstairs. Two kids, their heads concealed by hoods, descended down the staircase and made their way towards the Coon's desk.
"Who are you?" The Coon asked.
"I've come to report an injustice," The first hooded child said, and removed her hood, revealing herself to be Red. The child next to her took off his hood as well, revealing himself as Davin Miller.
"An injustice?" The Coon said, intrigued. "Do tell."
"I'm sure you're familiar with a boy known as David Rodriguez," Red said, pulling out a photograph of the boy in question and sliding it in front of the Coon. "You see, David refuses to play by the rules of the game set up at school. He was successfully captured and impregnated by my hive. As per the rules, he was supposed to join my brood when this happened. However, he has openly refused to do so, rules be damned."
The Coon tapped his claws together as he stared at the photo. "I see," He said.
"As the Coon, it is your job to protect this town and ensure that no injustice goes unpunished," Red told him. "Can you see to it that David is shown the error of his ways?"
The Coon slowly placed a hand on David's photo, and looked up at Red. "I'll take care of it," He reassured her. "Of course, justice doesn't come free, you know."
Red turned to Davin and nodded. The redhead stepped up and placed a bag of money at the Coon's desk. "A percentage of the hive's lunch money," He revealed. "It's yours."
The Coon grinned. "Alright, I'll see to it that the righteous hand of justice is delivered to David Rodriguez," He said, taking the bag.
Red smirked. "Good," She said. "Come, Davin." Pulling her hood over her head, she took her leave, followed closely by Davin.
As they left, the Coon stood up from his desk and addressed the other Coonies in the room.
"Come on, men," He said, his arms folded behind his back. "We have a new crime case to tackle."
On the outskirts of the forest, Stan of Many Moon led his band of hunters towards their target: one of the cowboy's outposts. With one of their own bases having been destroyed, he was determined to strike his own blow against the enemy.
"There it is," One of the braves whispered as they surveyed the outpost from afar, a tent. A couple cowboys were wandering around it, Tweek among them. They could barely make out someone within the tent, but couldn't quite see who it was.
"You ready to get those stinking cowboys back?" Stan of Many Moons asked his band. The other Indians nodded, clutching their axes and spears. Turning towards the outpost, Stan let out an Indian warcry. Then, he and the other Indians descended down the hill and charged the outpost.
Outlaw Tweek was the first to see the Indians approaching. "Oh, shit!" He shouted. "Indians incoming!" He took out his slingshot and prepared to fire, but one of the hunters fired an arrow that struck him in the shoulder. With a cry, he crumbled to the ground.
The Indians bombarded the outpost. One of them speared a cowboy to the ground, striking him with his axe. DogPoo rushed to held his comrade, but was blocked by Stan. The Indian chief lunged forward, kicking the gun out of DogPoo's hands before delivering a few devastating strikes with his axes.
A pair of braves charged the tent, severing the ropes and causing it to fall apart, collapsing on whoever was inside it. "The outpost is destroyed!" They declared.
"Retreat!" One of the cowboys shouted. He picked up Tweek and carried him off, the other cowboys following suite. The Indians fired arrows at them as they fled.
As the Indians cheered at their victory, Stan approached the cowboy covered by the collapsed tent. "Whoever you are, your base is destroyed," He declared, aiming his axe at the unseen person. "You're coming with us, cowboy."
Slowly, the person stood up. Stan's confident smirk slowly vanished as the figure rose to their full height, dwarfing him and the other braves in size. Then the figure started growling heavily, and Stan's skin paled.
"Oh, shit," He whispered, recognizing the growl.
The figure tossed the tent off their head, revealing themselves to the braves, who let out a collective gasp when they saw who it was.
"You turds!" Sharpshooter Shelly bellowed, raising her twin pistols in the air. She clenched her teeth as she glared down at Stan.
". . . Retreat!" Stan of Many Moons shouted, turning and high-tailing it out of there. "Everyone, run!"
The Indians started to scatter as Shelly descended on them. She pistol-whipped one of the braves, sending him flying through the air. Another unlucky hunter couldn't escape her grasp fast enough, and was grabbed and hoisted into the air. With a vicious roar, she hurled him over her head.
As the other braves vanished into the woods, the two remaining Indians retreated into the town, Shelly shouting and firing her guns into the air in a rage.
"I'm not finished with you yet, turds!" She shouted.
The two Indians continued running long after they had escaped the destroyed outpost. In their haste, they had forgotten to regroup with the others at Many Moon's Stronghold, and instead made a beeline into the neighborhood.
As they rushed down the streets, they were startled by a figure springing into their path. "Hey, what are you doing-" The figure started.
Already tensed up from their earlier beating, the Indian Hunter let out a surprised gasp and, without thinking, took his bow and fired an arrow at the figure. The newcomer let out a shocked cry of pain before collapsing onto the ground.
"Dude, put that away!" The other brave shouted, hitting his comrade's arm. They gazed downwards, and only then saw that it was an elf warrior. Looking upwards, the two saw several towers placed on the road.
They were in Elven territory.
"Uh-oh," The brave whispered. Grabbing the hunter by the arm, he started to usher him away. "Come on, we got to get out of here!"
They were about to start running, but didn't get far when an arrow struck the ground at their feet. "Not so fast!" A female voice declared as a girl stepped out of the shadows, revealing her to be Blood Elf Bebe.
Before either of the Indians could react, a net was fired, ensnaring them and bringing them to the ground. Several elf warriors rushed from their posts, surrounding the two trapped Indians.
One of the elves rushed to their fallen comrade. "They shot Pete Melman!" He shouted, lifting up the injured elf warrior.
"No, it was an accident!" The Indian brave explained, only to be kicked by one of the elves for speaking out.
"You can tell that to the Elf King!" Bebe declared. Turning to the other elves, she commanded, "Take the prisoners away!"
"No!" The Indians shouted as one of the elves grabbed the net and dragged them off towards the Elven Kingdom, flanked by the other elven warriors.
David Rodriguez was walking down the streets, careful to avoid any of the various outposts stationed around the neighborhood, when he heard a rustling from within the bushes.
Expecting another ambush by the aliens, David whirled around, his guard up, but lowered them when he saw a Coony emerge from the bush instead. "What do you want?" He asked.
"We received a tip that you wronged one of the girls at school," The Coony said.
Realizing instantly what the Coony was referring to, David narrowed his eyes. "I don't have time for this," He said, turning to leave, but froze when he saw several other Coonies blocking his path. He hadn't even seen them show up.
Before he could react, he was struck in the back of the head and brought to his knees. The Coony hooked his arms under David's and lifted him to his feet, holding him still as the Coon approached.
"According to Red McArthur, you broke the rules of the game," The Coon snarled, cracking his knuckles. "Therefore, you must be taught a lesson."
"Leave me alone," David said, only to be met with a hard fist to the face, causing his head to whip to the side. The Coony holding him jerked him up, making sure he was still standing as the Coon delivered another punch to the face.
"You know the law," The Coon said, rubbing his fist as he readied himself to dish out another blow. "Anyone impregnated by the aliens must join their hive. No exceptions."
"F-Fuck you," David choked out. This time, the Coon delivered a devastating punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of him.
Nearby, the other Coonies watched on as the Coon brutally pummeled David. Among them, Annie couldn't help but wince with every blow.
Eventually, the Coon signaled for his underling to release David. The Coony let him go, and David collapsed onto his hands and knees, coughing violently. Nasty bruises marred his skin, and blood was dripping from his nose.
"Tomorrow, you'll obey the rules and join Red's hives as you're told," The Coon demanded. "Otherwise, this will be a picnic compared to what happens next!" Turning to the other Coonies, the Coon nodded and stormed off, the others following close by.
Annie started following, but paused and turned back at David, who was still on the ground. His head was lowered, and she could tell he was doing his best to hold back his sobs. She turned and slowly approached him, looking like she wanted to say something.
"Coony!" The Coon bellowed out a distance away. Annie bit her lip as she turned back to the rest of her team. She spared only one last look at the battered David.
Then, her head hanging low, she left to follow the group.
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