South Down: Those are rather specific.
GBond007: Alright, then.
vh1660924: Lola's not in this story, at least, not yet. You'll have to wait and see.
"Hey, Kyle?" Stan asked as he lay next to his best friend inside their tent.
"Yeah, Stan?" Kyle whispered back, his eyes half-opening.
"What would you wish for if you got the key?" Stan asked.
Kyle didn't answer initially. He fidgeted in his makeshift bed, staring at the top of the tent as he thought to himself. "I dunno," He said, mulling it over in his mind. "I guess an end to bigotry, or world peace. You?"
"I'd probably wish for my family to move off that damn farm," Stan replied casually.
"Seriously, Stan?" Kyle replied, somewhat incredulous.
"Seriously, I hate it there," Stan said, annoyance clear in his tone. "Besides, I'd want to wish for something realistic. I mean, can that key really grant you any wish? Like, do you really think it would magically create world peace or something?"
"The ad didn't give any limitations or restrictions," Kyle murmured in response, twisting his head to face his friend.
"Well, duh," Stan replied. "It was trying to sell it to us. You don't get people to buy your craft by giving restrictions."
Kyle looked back up at the tent above them. "What do you think Cartman would wish for?" He asked. "I mean, either of our wishes would have to be better than his."
"Eh, probably another holocaust, or making himself king of the world," Stan joked. "The latter would probably lead to the former, anyways."
"Yeah," Kyle said, laughing. The two boys chuckled briefly before falling silent.
"Stan," Kyle whispered, his smile fading. "What if only one of us manages to get the key?"
Stan paused for a moment. "Well, I hope whichever of us gets it, our wish will make the other one happy," He said, shrugging.
Before Kyle could respond, one of the braves rushed inside the tent. "Chief," He said, a concerned tone in his voice. "You gotta come outside."
"What?" Stan asked, annoyed. "But I just go comfortable."
"Chief!" The brave said, more urgently.
"Alright, fine," Stan said, getting out of bed and shuffling out of the tent. Concerned, Kyle followed him out.
Many of the Indians were currently out of their beds as well, scattered throughout the village. They stared at the walls of the stronghold, looks of fear and concern etched on their faces.
"What's going on?" Kyle asked.
"Listen," One of the hunters whispered, pointing at the village walls.
On the other side of the walls, the village residents could hear heavy shuffling out in the woods. It started small at first, but was now growing bigger and bigger. What was more, it was coming from all sides of the village.
"What's out there?" Sharon asked.
"Is it Cartman?" Stan suggested.
"No way, dude," Kyle reassured him, even as he held Ike close to him. "He's not that big." It was meant to be a joke, but at the moment, nobody saw the humor in the situation.
Now, the shuffling was on the walls, as if whatever, or whoever, was outside was climbing up them. "Chief, do something," One of the braves said.
Swallowing, Stan walked over to the walls of the village. "Give me a boost," He said to the Indian Brute. Obediently, the brute hoisted Stan up onto his shoulders and lifted him up so he could see over the village walls and out into the woods.
Looking down, Stan stared at what was climbing up the walls. Once he did, his eyes widened in horror.
On the other side of the village, climbing up the walls, were dozens of Space Grunts and Space Gunners.
Shocked, Stan stumbled and fell off of the brute's shoulders, landing on the ground with a thud. "We're under attack!" He shouted, panicked.
No sooner had the words left his mouth that the sci-fi kids were jumping over the walls and into the village. Quickly, they rushed towards the Indians, tackling them to the ground and grappling with them.
"Get 'em!" One of the braves shouted. The Indians rushed forward, meeting the invaders in combat. They swung their hatchets, beating the grunts back, while the hunters fired their arrows up at the village walls. Several Grunts and Gunners still climbing the walls were struck by the arrows and plunged to the ground below.
On the other side of the gates, several sci-fi kids were slamming into them, trying to burst through. Several braves rushed towards the gates to try and barricade them, but it was too late. The gates were blasted through by the gunners, and the sci-fi kids swarmed inside.
"There's more of them!" One of the braves shouted, seconds before being struck by a laser blast.
"The map!" Kyle shouted to Stan in the midst of the chaos. "We can't let them take the map!" Grabbing Ike's arm, he pulled his brother inside the tent to retrieve it. He scrambled through the treasure chest, pulling the map out and tucking it in his pocket.
Suddenly, Kyle heard Ike scream. Whirling around, he saw a Turbo Space Grunt enter the tent. "Fear my fist!" He yellowed, his metal gloved hand clenched into a fist as he advanced onto Kyle.
At that moment, Ike jumped between the two, holding a marshmallow that had been set aflame. Reaching out, he shoved the flaming marshmallow into the grunt's hair, setting it on fire. Shrieking, the grunt rushed out of the tent, his hands flailing wildly.
"Come on, Ike!" Kyle shouted, grabbing his brother and pulling him out of the tent.
"Go!" Sharon was shouting, ushering the fleeing Indians towards the back of the village. "Everyone, evacuate the village! Meet my son on the Holy Road!"
Stan was half-carrying a wounded brave through the village as the two factions continued fighting. "Don't worry, kid, you're gonna be alright," He was reassuring the injured warrior.
"I can't feel my arm. . ." The brave moaned.
"It's fine," Stan said, pausing to catch his breath. "You're gonna be-"
Suddenly, the brave was struck in the head by a laser blast, sending both of them tumbling onto the ground. Stan immediately got onto his hands and knees and crawled towards the fallen warrior.
"Kid?" He said, nudging the brave. "Kid?!" He got no response.
"Stan, come on!" Kyle shouted, rushing towards him and lifting him to his feet. They were about to continue running when they caught a glimpse of the village gates and saw Marine Craig and his gang heading inside, flanked by the other sci-fi kids.
"Craig?!" Kyle exclaimed in shock.
"Oh dammit, I should've known!" Stan shouted. "He was the reason Clyde was at the island! He must've told him we got the map!"
Craig quickly began firing his gun at the running Indians, mowing several of them down. Noticing Stan and Kyle, he pointed at them shouting, "There they are! Get 'em!"
"Fuck you, Craig!" Stan shouted in response.
"Stan, look out!" Kyle shouted, pulling him to the ground as Alien Clyde lunged towards them at the side. He landed on Kyle, his alien jaws snapping shut inches from his face. Quickly, Kyle pulled out a shuriken and plunged it into Clyde's side, causing him to jump off of Kyle, yelping in pain.
"Protect the chief!" One of the braves shouted. Quickly, several braves let out a war cry and rushed to fight off Stan and Kyle's attackers. Space Warrior Token rushed forward, slashing one of them across the chest with his blade. He dodged a swing from one of the brave's hatchets before retaliating, slicing him across the stomach.
Stan was currently taking care of one of the Space Gunners, pinning him down and striking him in the chest repeatedly with his hatchet. He was distracted when he heard a familiar screaming sound, and he snapped his head around to see Warboy Tweek, letting out a cry and hurling a flaming arrow at him. He ducked and the arrow hit a tent, setting it aflame.
Jumping off the gunner, Stan shouted to the Indians, "Go! Follow my mom outside! We'll catch up with you!"
Grabbing Kyle, he shouted, "Come on, let's get out of here!" They quickly began running as fast as they could.
"Go!" The Indian Brute told them. "I'll hold them off!" Turning around, he faced the Space Grunts rushing towards him. Quickly, he swung his spear and shield, sending the grunts flying into the air with his powerful swings. Some of the gunners fired at him, but he blocked their blasts with his shield before knocking them back as well.
Suddenly, the brute heard a loud thud behind him. Turning around, his eyes widened when he saw a Cyborg Titan lumbering towards him. The equally-sized cyborg clenched his metallic fist as he faced his opponent.
With a cry, both boys charged, slamming into each other. The cyborg's metal fist snapped the brute's spear like a twig while the brute struck him in the face with his shield. They crashed onto the ground, scrapping with each other violently.
Meanwhile, Stan and Kyle continued racing through the village. Stan struck any sci-fi kids that rushed them with his hatchet while Kyle flung his shurikens, piercing several of the attackers.
"We're almost there!" Stan called out as they neared the village exit. Just as they were about to pass through, however, Kyle froze.
"Wait a minute!" He shouted, his eyes wild. "Where's Ike?"
The two boys whirled around as they heard a familiar screaming sound. Kyle's eyes widened as he saw Ike, trapped inside a beam. The beam pulled him up into the air and inside a UFO hovering over the village, where he vanished.
"IKE!" Kyle screamed in horror.
Several other UFOs began to appear in the night sky. Beams were shot down into the village, trapping several Indians and pulling them up inside the ships as well.
"Kyle, we gotta go!" Stan shouted, but Kyle wasn't listening. He rushed in the direction of the UFO that had taken his brother, oblivious to the fighting around him.
"You bastards!" He shouted up at the UFO. "Give me back my brother right now or I'll fucking kill you!"
"Kyle!" Stan shouted, rushing towards his friend and grabbing him by the arm to try and pull him away. However, it was too late.
The beam shot down towards the two of them, entrapping them within it. Stan's eyes widened in horror, while Kyle merely narrowed his eyes angrily.
Then, the two of them were pulled up into the air and inside the spacecraft, vanishing inside.
Kenny and Annie continued running as fast as they could. Even with the distance they had made between them and the village, they knew something terrible had happened there. They could hear the screams of pain and the blaster fire, and they could tell a huge battle was taking place.
As they ran, several Indians rushed past them, vanishing into the trees in a hurry. Behind them, several sci-fi kids pursued them.
"(Come on!)" Kenny shouted, grabbing Annie's hand and turning into another direction, pulling her along with him. Looking over his shoulder, he could see a Turbo Space Grunt rushing towards them.
Pulling out his phone, Kenny quickly changed into Cyborg Kenny. As the grunt converged upon him, Kenny slammed his metal fist into his face, sending him flying backwards. He and Annie continued running.
Suddenly, the two heard shuffling in the trees above them. Looking up, they saw another grunt dive out of the branches and onto them. He landed on top of Kenny, pulling him to the ground. They rolled atop of each other, the grunt eventually pinning Kenny down. Before he could do anything, however, Annie rushed over, striking him in the back of the head with a rock. The grunt collapsed onto the ground, Annie continuing to bash him in the head.
"(Annie, let's move!)" Kenny exclaimed, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her to her feet.
As they continued to rush through the woods, they caught sight of numerous Indians, battling with the grunts in the woods. Among the Indians was Storyteller Jimmy, hobbling after some of his comrades.
"(Jimmy!)" Kenny shouted at him.
"Oh, hey Kenny!" Jimmy said, turning around to face him. "What's up?"
"(What's up?!)" Kenny replied, baffled. "(We're being attacked! We gotta get out of here!)"
"Just follow the others," Jimmy told him. "They're following Stan's mom to the Holy Road. I'll provide a d-d-distraction while you es-escape."
"Thanks, Jimmy," Annie said as Kenny yanked her forward. They followed the fleeing Indians while Storyteller Jimmy turned around to face the grunts charging towards them.
"Hello, fellas," Jimmy said to the sci-fi kids. "Would you like to hear a joke?"
". . . Huh?" One of the grunts said, confused.
"Why did the Native American hate snow?" Jimmy asked.
The grunts exchanged baffled glances with each other. "Why?" One of them asked after a pause.
"Because it's white and on his land," Jimmy answered, then cracked a large grin. "Would you like to hear another?"
". . . Uh, yeah?" Another grunt replied, unsure.
"If you say so!" Jimmy responded. "Why does a-"
"Where are we even going?" Annie asked as she and Kenny followed the Indians through the woods. "Are those Indians even gonna want us to tag along with them?"
"(It's better than staying back there!)" Kenny answered, ducking under a laser blast from one of the Space Gunners.
As they ran, several Alien Drones hovered through the woods over their heads. Their metal claws extended downwards, snapping at the heads of the fleeing kids. One of the drones blocked Kenny and Annie's paths, hovering in front of them.
Annie let out a scream as the metal claws snapped in front of her face. Kenny, however, sprang into the air, grabbing the claw and pulling the drone into the ground. Clenching his metal hand into a fist, he punched a hole into the drone's armor. As Annie watched on, Kenny grabbed the wires inside the drone, tugging onto it; as he did, the drone hovered back into the air, carrying Kenny on top of it.
Annie's jaw dropped as Kenny, using the wires, controlled the drone's movements, sending it flying back and forth. Finally, he hovered down towards Annie, extending a hand towards her.
"(Get on,)" He ordered.
Annie hesitated for only a moment. Then, she took Kenny's hand and climbed onto the drone with him.
"(Hold on,)" Kenny said. Getting behind him, Annie wrapped her arms around Kenny's waist and held on tight.
Kenny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, pulling onto the wires, he lifted the drone, and themselves, up above the trees.
In another moment, they were soaring into the night sky.
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