"I am very disappointed in all of you. For shame."
-Your friend and humble narrator who hasn't seen a single new Kendy fic on this website since the last chapter was uploaded.
Chapter 11
Two young lovers with nothing better to do begin to seek out answers
Kenny slowly awoke in his bed, still tired, it almost felt as though he'd died again but couldn't remember how. He thought about it for a good few minutes, not even opening his eyes to begin the day, 'Okay, so I was in Mackey's office, I told him about the dreams, then… Nothing.' he recalled. But it couldn't have been nothing, had he been shot in the back of the head? That's really the only explanation he could think of.
Finally, the boy hesitantly opened his eyes to see Karen and Wendy at the foot of his bed, "He's awake!" the younger of the two girls announced.
Wendy immediately shot to his side, embracing him in a hug, "Thank god you're alright, you scared the hell out of me last night!" his girlfriend expressed, nearly bursting into tears right on his shoulder.
"Hey, come on, you know I'm alright, I'm always alright!" the boy reminded, tightening his grip around her.
"Kenny, how are you feeling?" Karen asked, examining her brother closely.
"I feel fine, maybe a little worn out." he explained, turning to Wendy, "You don't happen to know what happened last night, do you?" he questioned, knowing that she was the only one on this planet who could possibly give him the real answer.
Wendy stared him down for a moment before asking one simple question, "Do you know how to paint?"
It was an odd one, the kind of question he'd never expected to be asked right out of the blue. The kind of oil he tended to work with was the kind that either went into cars or down his own throat depending on the job he was on, but painting? "No, never crossed my mind to try it." he answered.
Wendy and Karen looked at each other with deep worry, "Kenny, if you're fucking around right now then you need to stop. Tell me the truth or I will never talk to you again." Karen stated, "Did you make these paintings?"
Kenny looked over to where his sister was gesturing, his eyes widening at the row of meticulously crafted paintings lined up against his wall, "What the fuck?" he questioned.
"DID YOU?!" Karen shouted.
"NO, OF COURSE I DIDN'T!" the boy insisted, "I wouldn't even know how to start making something like these." he explained, examining each one, they all looked as though someone had gone into his mind and taken pictures of his darkest nightmares. "But… Who… These are all…" he stared at them in disbelief, there were the fish people, the creepy ocean town, Cthulhu, everything he'd seen every time he closed his eyes for the past two weeks, all there on the canvases. "That's impossible." he said under his breath before turning back to the girls, "Who made these?!" he questioned.
"Do you really not remember anything?" Wendy questioned.
"IF I REMEMBERED THEN I WOULDN'T BE ASKING! WHO THE FUCK WAS IT?!" the boy demanded.
"You did! Mr. Mackey saw you paint them, I even watched you paint this one right here!" she explained, gesturing to the portrait of a fish person with one long streak of color slashed down its face, almost like the artist passed out mid-stroke.
Kenny stared at them once again, mesmerized not only by the pictures themselves but by the idea that he was the one who made them… But then, who else could have made them? Each and every one of them looked so perfectly like a snapshot of one nightmare or another that he had! No one else could possibly have seen him being torn to pieces by amphibious ghouls, or him on a cold steel operating table that he could almost feel on his back just by looking at the picture. No one could've known about scenes such as these because he'd never told anyone about them. They really couldn't have been painted by anyone else in this world. "Kenny, what's going on?" Karen asked.
The boy just stood there in silence, mouth agape, not an idea in his head as to what the fuck was happening, there was just one thing he could see, just one fact that became terrifyingly clear in his dirty little mind, "This is bad." he stated, "I don't know what this is… But it's bad."
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"Guys, I know you still hate me, but I seriously need to talk to you right now. Meet me at the bus stop at three, it's an emergency." that was the text that Kenny sent to his childhood friends. He figured the bus stop was the best place to meet up, it was close enough to all their houses that they'd have less incentive not to show up. He just hoped they would.
"Kenny?" Stan called out in a semi-concerned tone, "What's up?"
The boy sighed in relief, if Stan came then Kyle would come, and he already knew Cartman would show up since- "Alright I'm here, so what's this big scheme you've got planned out to make us ten-million dollars?" the fat boy questioned. Okay, so maybe Cartman got a slightly different text than the other two had.
Kyle finally arrived a moment later, "This better be serious Kenny." he warned, making it clear that this was hardly a friendly meetup.
Now that the whole gang was here, Kenny took a breath and began to explain "Alright, first off, there's no scheme Cartman. I just totally lied to you right out of the gate." he stated.
"Should've fuckin' known!" the fat teen shouted, "Does it make you feel good?! Screwing with people's emotions like that?! Here I thought we were getting the band back together for a big kickass scheme that was gonna make us all rich as shit. But nooo!" he complained, "Did fuckin' Yoko have something to do with this?! I know you and that whore just love to-" Cartman shut his fat mouth just a moment after the word "Whore" had passed his lips as Kenny clocked him right in the jaw, knocking him into an adjacent snowbank.
"Don't call my girlfriend a whore. We've been over this." the boy calmly stated, silently regretting his decision to invite Cartman in the first place. "So, I guess you're wondering why I really called you all here?"
"No shit dude." Kyle stated.
"Just tell us what the hell's going on." Stan requested.
Kenny took a breath as he rubbed his eyes, "Have you guys noticed anything… Weird?"
The two boys looked at each other in confusion, "Weird how?" Stan questioned.
"You mean like the thing that killed Tweek and Butters?" Kyle asked.
"Kinda!" The boy affirmed, "Like, since Tweek died, has anything changed? Like, have you noticed any kind of changes?"
"Is this about all the weird texts Craig's been sending us?" Stan asked.
"Yeah, I was wondering about that too." Kyle added, hoping to get some answers while they were all on speaking terms, "You're better friends with Craig than we are, do you know why he's so pissed at us?"
"Funny you should ask." Kenny stated, "See, Craig's kind of convinced that we're somehow behind Tweek's death." he explained.
Cartman pressed a handful of snow against his jaw as he got up from the ground, "Oh my god, what the fuck did you do?" he questioned.
"I didn't do anything!" the boy defended.
"Then why the hell would he think we had something to do with Tweek dying?" Kyle asked.
"That's a good question Kyle! I was kind of hoping we could figure it out together since all he told me was, and I quote 'every time something bad happens in this town, you four always have something to do with it'." he explained.
Kyle thought about the accusation "That's insane… Right?"
Stan considered it as well, "I mean, sure we've had… A couple adventures that turned into… Massive apocalyptic catastrophes."
"Face it guys, we're pretty much the only ones keeping this town interesting." Cartman admitted.
The four just stood in thought for a moment as they realized that maybe they were something of a collective menace to the town of South Park and the surrounding world as well… Maybe even the universe outside of even that, "So… Are we the bad guys?" Stan questioned.
"I mean, Cartman always kind of was, that's for sure." Kyle stated.
"Yeah, maybe just a little." Cartman relented.
"A little? You tried to exterminate the Jews!" the boy reminded.
"Kyle, I know you're trying to be a good friend and all, but you don't need to try and make me feel better by reminding me of all the good I've done for the world, just let me repent for my very short list of sins." the fat bastard requested.
"I just don't get it. Even if we've fucked some shit up in the past, what could we have done to get Tweek killed?" Stan questioned.
"I mean, I haven't hung out with you guys in months, what have you been up to?" Kenny asked, hoping to narrow down an answer.
"Well, after you and Wendy got together, I used my dad's music industry connections and became a teen pop idol for a while to make her regret leaving me." Stan recalled.
"The week after that we went to Australia and pissed off some weird race of Kangaroo people." Cartman added.
"Then there was Christmas when Mr. Hankey came back for revenge." Kyle recounted.
"Cartman's abortion." Stan threw in.
"Which we all promised NEVER TO MENTION AGAIN!" the fat teen reminded.
"And then Tweek died." Kyle topped off. "So, unless we missed something, we had nothing to do with it. So what about you?"
"Well, I got a dog, went to jail, Trent Boyett's still fucking pissed at you guys by the way, and I barely remember anything around Christmas because I was completely fucking stoned for most of late December."
"So… Nothing?" Stan questioned.
Kenny thought back to see if there was anything he'd missed.
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Kenny didn't know how he ended up in the library of Middle Park Community College, but there he was, wandering around, stoned out of his mind, everything around him just a dreamlike haze. At some point in his wandering the boy had come across a book, "Necronomicon." he read off the cover, "Hey, that's a word from that guy the goth kids like." he mumbled, opening to the first page, "Reference book, never to leave the library."
Kenny looked around before stuffing the large tome down his pants, covering any trace of it with his parka before exiting the library, "Can I help you find anything sir?" the elderly librarian questioned.
"Find these nuts!" he answered, running out of the building to the poor old woman's confusion.
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"Nothing I can remember." he stated. "All I know is that since Tweek died I've been having these weird nightmares almost every night, and I feel like it's all part of some premonition of a greater threat." Kenny explained.
"Hold up, so you called us here because you had a bad dream and now you're worried it means something bad's gonna happen?" Cartman questioned, "Fuck off! You are such a fucking drama queen! Oh, look at me, I'm Kenny, I think the big bad dreams and all the dead kids are gonna destroy the world, oh noooo." the boy teased, "Well if that's all you wanted to say, then screw you guys, I'm going home." Cartman stated before walking away.
"The world could be in danger!" Kenny warned.
"My day off is in danger! There's a Terrance and Philip marathon on today and I'm missing all the good episodes from before season seventeen when it turned into complete dog shit!" Cartman argued as he left.
Kenny sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to Stan and Kyle, "Guys?"
"Cartman's right dude, just because shit's getting weird in your life doesn't mean we can just drop everything in ours' to help you out." Kyle stated before the two walked away.
"So… Still not friends?" the boy asked.
Stan turned around to address him, "No. Sorry dude."
And with that, Kenny was left all alone, leaned up against the adjacent street sign with a defeated look on his face, he looked up at the sign and the area around it, all the precious childhood memories of this very spot flowing through his mind, the friends he shared them with having all gone their own way, "I guess it really is over." he relented as he lit a cigarette.
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Wendy sat on the edge of Kenny's bed, staring at the accursed paintings leaned against his wall. The horror of their subject matter weighing heavy on her mind, the fact that her boyfriend had to suffer through the scenes depicted every night, she couldn't bear the thought yet she couldn't look away. So there she sat staring at the picture of the orange-clad teenager being torn to pieces by fish people… In front of a bar? She looked a little closer to see if she could make out the lettering on the sign, "Innsmouth Tavern." she read off.
Surely it was just some random name concocted within Kenny's own mind… Right? Wendy jumped to her feet and made her way over to her boyfriend's computer. "Fuck, what's his password?" she questioned aloud.
"It's WendyMcCormick420." Karen answered as she entered the room.
Wendy entered the password, smiling when it worked, "Aww. That's so cute!" she gushed.
"It used to be XXXtremeButtHoleFister69." the younger girl informed.
Wendy's smile ran away from her face with this secondary bit of information, "Would it have been so hard to just let me live in a world where I didn't know that?"
Karen shrugged, "I guess we'll never know now." she said with a grin, "Just don't click the folder that says 'homework' if you wanna keep the last of your innocence in tact."
"I just need to look something up real quick." the older girl stated as she typed 'Innsmouth Tavern' into Kenny's weird search engine that wasn't Google, the fuckin' hipster, "Innsmouth Tavern Yelp reviews." she read off the top result before clicking it, "The building looked like it was about to collapse and the owner threatened to slit my throat when I asked if they served fish sticks, good beer though. Three out of five."
"Sounds like a nice place." Karen sarcastically noted.
"Sounds like exactly what I'm looking for." Wendy stated, cross-referencing the descriptions from the reviews with the building in the painting, "This is it, this is the place from Kenny's painting!" she said, looking into the bar's location, "Innsmouth Massachusetts!"
"Why would he be dreaming about some town in Massachusetts? Kenny's never been to Massachusetts… I think. Then again, him and his friends did get around a lot back when they were kids, so who knows where he's been at this point." the younger girl pondered.
Wendy found herself on the Wikipedia article, reading it aloud as she scrolled through, "Innsmouth is a small coastal city in Essex County, Massachusetts. Founded in 1643, it's a historic seaport noted for shipbuilding before the revolutionary war, a seat of great marine prosperity in the early nineteenth century, and later a minor factory center." she recited, "The loss of sailors due to shipwrecks and the war of 1812 caused the town's profitable trade with the South Seas to falter, effectively killing tourism and turning the once prosperous city into a ghost town with a population of less than 400 according to the 2010 census."
As the girls read through their impromptu history lesson, they found themselves joined by the third member of Mysterion Inc (A name that they both rejected flat out but Kenny insisted on), "Well, the guys told me to go fuck myself." Kenny informed as he flopped back on his bed.
"Those guys are idiots anyway." Karen stated, "The fact that you stopped hanging out with them before you got killed is nothing short of a miracle."
"I think it's more like a curse." the boy stated.
"Don't be such an emo fag."
Kenny sat up to look his sister in the eye, "Are you seriously one to talk?"
"I'm goth, know the difference."
"I'm pretty sure there isn't one." the boy stated before noticing what his girlfriend was up to at the moment, "Hey, how the hell'd you get on my computer?!" he questioned.
"Don't worry about it." Wendy said, "But I think I've found something you be interested in seeing." she explained, getting up to grab the Innsmouth painting, carrying it back to Kenny's desk and placing it next to the computer screen which had a photo of the tavern loaded onto it, "Look familiar?"
Kenny looked between the two pictures, they were almost identical! The only big difference being the scene of him getting ripped to pieces, but aside from that it was almost like the artist traced over the photo itself, "Where is this place?" he questioned.
"Massachusetts." Wendy answered with a smile, Kenny immediately pulled his girlfriend in for a deep kiss, "You really are the most amazing person I've ever met." he stated after separating.
"Hey!" Karen protested.
"Them's the breaks kid, can't stay on top forever." the boy stated, giving his sister a consolation kiss on the head. Kenny made his way to the other side of the room and opened his closet, the door coming off in his hand as he did, "Fuck!" he cursed, leaning it up against the wall until the time came that he could fix it. The girls watched as he pulled out a duffel bag and tossed it on his bed, opening his dresser drawer before staring at his clothes in thought, "Where's Massachusetts?" he questioned.
"Wait, you're not seriously thinking of going all the way to the east coast, are you?!" Wendy questioned.
"East coast, thanks angel!" he said, grabbing a few days worth of shirts and jeans and throwing them in his bag along with what looked to be about twenty joints give or take.
"Kenny, you can't just drive to the other side of the country because of some dream you had!" Karen expressed.
"Why not? Forest Gump ran across the country for his slutty girlfriend." the boy stated.
"Forest Gump was a retard!" Karen reminded.
"FOREST GUMP ISN'T A REAL PERSON!" the most logical of the three pointed out.
"WELL HE'S REAL TO ME, DAMMIT!" Kenny proclaimed.
Wendy groaned "You're being ridiculous!"
Karen rolled her eyes, "Don't waste your breath Wendy. He's got his mind made up, there's no stopping him now."
The older girl decided that she couldn't just stand by and watch her boyfriend leave, "If I really can't stop you from going then you're not going alone, I'm coming with you!" she proclaimed.
"Of course you are, we're a team and I wouldn't be able to do this without you." Kenny stated, "We'll stop by your house right now so you can get packed."
"Oh." Wendy said with a surprised look, "Alright then, let's go."
"Wait, what about me?!" Karen asked.
"You've gotta stay behind and take care of Whiskey." the boy answered as he and Wendy walked out.
"I don't even know where Whiskey is!" the girl stated.
"Dad took him out for a walk earlier, he's been doing that a lot lately for some reason."
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Stuart McCormick kneeled down next to his son's golden retriever, "Alright Whiskey, this is your time to shine, you're the breadwinner this family needs, you win this and we can finally get our water turned back on. No pressure, just go out there and do your best, and if you lose your nerve, just think of all that sweet bitch pussy you're gonna be gettin' when all the breeders are linin' up for those superior dog genes of yours. You ready?"
"Ruff!" the dog enthusiastically answered.
"That's what I like to hear!" the man stated as Whiskey took his place at the starting line.
The announcer's voice was amplified throughout the racetrack, "And they're off, with number 8 Whiskey McTestaCormickBurger taking an early lead!"
"YOU'VE GOT THIS, CHAMP!" Stuart cheered on.
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Wendy rushed into her house with Kenny on her tail, barely even taking the time to notice that her parents had apparently taken the day off from work until her mother greeted her "Hi sweetie, how's it-"
"Can't talk right now mom, we're in a rush." the girl cut off.
"Remember to pack your bikini, it might be a shit hole but it's still a beach town." Kenny reminded.
"Just because there's a beach doesn't mean it's going to be warm in February!" Wendy stated.
"I thought you wanted to be prepared!"
"For emergencies!" the girl specified as the two went upstairs.
It took a moment before Wendy's parents realized just what the two were implying, "Wait, packing? Beach town? Wait just a minute!" her mother demanded, following the pair upstairs with her husband close behind.
In the girl's room, Wendy was dragging her suitcase out of her closet while Kenny took the liberty of raiding her underwear drawer, "Oh dude, you've gotta bring these." he said before slingshoting a particularly cute pair of panties he liked onto his girlfriend's head.
Wendy snatched the fabric off and put it in her suitcase, "Can you be serious for five minutes?!" she questioned.
"Who says I'm not?" the boy countered as he pulled a shirt he liked out of her dresser, "Oh shit, can I borrow this?"
Finally, the girl's parents entered the room, "What do you mean 'packing'? Just where do you two think you're going?!" Wendy's mother asked.
"Massachusetts, home state of our sixteenth president Andrew Jackson." Kenny answered.
"How the hell are you passing history?" his girlfriend questioned as she stocked her suitcase..
"Mas- MASSACHUSETTS?!" the girl's father questioned, "Absolutely not!"
"How do you even plan on getting there?!" the older woman questioned.
"Kenny has his license and I have a learner's permit. I needed to get in more hours of driving anyway." Wendy casually explained as she walked to the bathroom to grab her toothbrush, her mother following her out, leaving Kenny alone with her father.
"Kenny, we've known each other for a couple months now." Mr. Testaburger stated.
"It feels like years though, doesn't it?" Kenny asked with a grin as he perused his girlfriend's dresser.
"Yeah, yeah it does." the older man stated in frustration, "See, it's not that I don't like you… I just, completely hate you. Since you and Wendy started dating, you've lied to me, defiled my daughter, ruined her perfect attendance, dragged down her grades, corrupted her mind, gotten her into smoking pot, and god only knows what else I don't know about! And you think I'm just going to let you pick her up and take her on a road trip across the country without even telling me why?"
Kenny nodded, "Yeah, I think you are. Thanks for backing us up on this Mr. T, I know we've never seen eye to eye but I'm glad you're being a good sport about it, that really means a lot to me, ya know?" he said with a grin. Wendy and her mother entered the room before her father could even realize what the boy had just said, "Good news Wends, your dad says we can go!"
"What?!" the girl's mother began to protest.
"Thanks daddy, we'll be back in a week." the girl assured, kissing her father on the cheek before taking her suitcase and walking out.
"Yeah, thanks daddy." Kenny repeated, kissing his future father-in-law on the cheek and walking out while the older man just stood in confusion.
"You really have no problem with this whatsoever?" the man's wife questioned.
"I… What the fuck just happened?!"
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Wendy secured her luggage in the back of her boyfriend's truck and took her rightful place in the passenger seat, "Ready to go find some answers?" she questioned.
"You know it." Kenny said with a grin as he pulled out of his girlfriend's driveway, "So, how long do you think it's gonna take to get there?" he questioned.
She did the math in her head, "Well, it's about 2,037 miles, so if we stay on the highway at a constant speed of sixty miles per hour and don't stop once the whole way there… About thirty-four hours."
"So a few days then?" he asked.
"Most likely, yes." Wendy answered.
"Weak." the boy lamented.
"Look on the bright side, at least we'll still make it back before school reopens."
"Oh great, that totally makes it all worthwhile." Kenny sarcastically stated before undoing his girlfriend's seatbelt.
"What the hell are you-" Wendy was silenced when her boyfriend pulled her into the middle of the bench and strapped her back in, holding her into his side.
"No fuckin' way I'm driving thirty-four hours with you on the other side of the truck." Kenny stated. Wendy rolled her eyes, smiling nonetheless as she leaned her head on the boy's shoulder.
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Karen sat on the couch, reading a book entitled 'How to Seduce Your Brother; Turning Incest Into Success in Ten Easy Steps' when her mother walked in, "Hey hon, how was your day?" the older woman asked.
"Boring." she answered as she underlined a particularly useful looking paragraph.
"Aw, that's too bad." her mother sympathized, "I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes. Do me a favor and go get your brother."
"He's not here." Karen informed.
"Oh, any idea when he'll be back?" the woman questioned.
"Him and Wendy went to Massachusetts to investigate some weird supernatural mystery about these nightmares he's been having." she explained, "So… Maybe next week?"
Her mother sighed, "Well that's just fuckin' great. We can't even afford to run the goddamn shower and he's off on a road trip! Ya know, I figured when he stopped hangin' out with those dumbass friends of his then these stupid fuckin' adventures would be over! He brought home a polite responsible girl and I figured she'd keep him outta trouble, but nooo!" she ranted before letting out a sigh, "I'm startin' to think he might be the Antichrist."
The woman went into the kitchen and cracked a beer when she heard a knock at the door, "I'll get it!" Karen proclaimed, quietly rehearsing her act on her way to the door. She answered it to find herself standing before a tall man in a black suit, 'Yep, no fuckin' way this isn't some kind of IRS goon.'
"Hello, is this the McCormick residence?" the man asked.
"Y-Yeah." the girl answered in a timid voice, working up a few tears in her eyes, "Y-You're not here to take our house away, are you? Y-You wouldn't want to put a poor little girl out on the street, would you?"
The man immediately got uncomfortable, "N-No, of course not, I'm ju-"
"Let me guess, you want us to pay 'some other way'? W-Well, m-my mom's pretty sick, so I g-guess I c-could." at this point Karen had worked up enough tears to make the man visibly squirm, 'I totally deserve an Oscar for this.' she thought with an internal grin.
"N-No! Th-that's not- I'm not here to take your house away or collect any kind of- I'm actually gay! I wouldn't even be interested in… That kind of thing. I was just wondering if there was a boy named Kenneth McCormick living here."
'Alright, maybe this douchebag isn't actually from the IRS.' the girl deduced, but clearly he was the kind of narc that didn't have her or her brother's best interests at heart, it would seem her little act wasn't done just yet, "K-Kenny? Do you know where he is?!" she questioned in a panicked tone.
"That's actually what I was hoping to find out." one of the men explained.
"He's not in trouble is he? He's been missing for days and we have no idea where he went!" Karen lied, "Are you gonna bring my brother back?" she asked, looking as though she was on the verge of tears.
"I-I'll certainly try." the man stated, "Before I go though, do you have any idea where your brother might have gone?"
Karen thought about her answer for a moment, "W-Well, he always talked about how much he wanted to run away to Hawaii… Or maybe it was Hungary? One of the two."
The man wrote down the information in a notepad, "So… Hawaii or Hungary." he restated, "That uh… That really narrows it down. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Sure thing. Please, just please bring my brother back to me, I'm begging you!" the girl expressed before shutting the door. "Dipshit." she said with a grin, watching through the window as the goon walked back to his black sedan.
"You're tryin' out for the school play this year, I ain't takin' no for an answer." she heard her mother say from behind her.
"Kenny's in some deep shit, isn't he?" Karen asked.
"Sure looks that way." the older woman answered before sipping her beer, "Nothin' he can't handle though. That boy's stared death in the face a thousand times and came out on top every single one of 'em, and I don't see some fag dressed up like an accountant being the one that finally takes him down."
Karen knew her mother was right, but… "I'm still worried about him." she stated.
"I know. Me too." her mother admitted, "Why don't ya come have some spaghetti to help take your mind off it."
"How can you make spaghetti without water?" the girl questioned.
"Easy." she said, holding up the box of noodles, "It's just gonna be a little crunchy."
The front door opened within a moment, the patriarch of the McCormick family proudly walking in with his son's dog by his side, "Ladies…" he greeted as he walked into the kitchen, turning on the sink.
"You paid the water bill!" his wife excitedly said, as she ran up to hug him… And then smack him across the face, "That's for takin' a whole damn month to finally do it!" she scolded before hugging him again, "But it's better late than never I guess."
"Yep, and that's just the start! Thanks to our little meal ticket right here." Stuart proclaimed, petting Whiskey on the head. "Let me tell ya, I wasn't sure about it at first, but bringin' this dog home was probably the best thing Kenny ever did!" he admitted, "So where is Kenny? I wanna tell him the good news!"
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Two men in black suits sat in a booth at Benny's diner, going over what they'd found out so far "So his sister told you he was either on his way to Hawaii or Hungary?"
"That's right. And you checked with the girlfriend's parents, right?"
"Yeah, they said they were on their way to Massachusetts. What do you think?"
"I personally think we should check Hawaii first."
"This isn't a vacation, Jones. This McCormick kid is a possible threat to human existence as we know it, we need to find him and figure out how to contain him as soon as humanly possible."
"Right, sorry." Jones said, "So, Massachusetts?"
"Sounds like the best place to start."
"Excuse me, miss." Jones called out to the waitress, "Can we get the check please?" he requested.
"Sure, just give me a minute." the blonde girl said, finishing up a text to Kenny, warning him about the conversation she overheard about him from the two shady guys. The girl hit send and proceeded to bring the goons their check.
"Thank you Miss… Bebe." one of the men read off her name tag as they got up to leave, "Keep the change."
