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(Author's Note: This was an idea that I had been thinking about for sometime, this will probably be a multiple chapter story, enjoy.
Coon & Friends: Stopping The Troll - Chapter One
At the Cartman residence, Eric Cartman is on the couch, watching Terrance and Phillip, eating Cheesy Poofs. A beeping noise is heard, Cartman notices and checks his iPhone. it's a message, reading "Cartman, we have realized that we made a mistake, and we want to meet up with you to discuss a solution, sincerely, The Freedom Pals".
Cartman - Hmm, looks like the Freedom Pals want to speak with The Coon. What do you think, Clyde Frog?
He looks at the stuffed animal.
Cartman - Great idea! They finally decide to recognize my authoritah. I must be quick, there isn't a moment to spare.
Cartman runs off to get ready, but comes back for the bag of cheesy poofs, then runs off again.
Meanwhile, at the Broflovski home, Kyle is in his living room, watching the news, another report of trolling, by the notorious Skankhunt42, whom he recently discovered to be his own father, Gerald, a noise is heard, Kyle checks his cell phone, it's a message, he reads it, then puts his phone down, he reaches for his home phone, and dials a number.
Stan (on phone) - Hello?
Kyle - Stan, it's Kyle.
Stan (on phone) - What's up?
Kyle - Hey, I just got a message from Cartman, he wants us to meet him at the park.
Stan (on phone) - Kenny called and said he got the same message, said he wants the Freedom Pals to be there too.
Kyle - That's strange.
Stan (on phone) - I'll call the others, and we'll meet at the bus stop before we head to the park.
Kyle - Ok, see you there.
Kyle hangs up, and runs off.
Stan, Kyle, Kenny (in his Mysterion costume), Token, and Clyde are walking to the bus stop.
Token - This is unusual.
Mysterion aka Kenny - No shit, I'm missing the new episode of Terrance and Phillip.
Kyle - Who knows what the hell Cartman wants at this hour.
Clyde - We better find out.
They reach the bus stop, Wendy, Jimmy, Timmy, Craig, Tweek, and Scott Malkinson are there waiting.
Wendy - Hey, guys.
Kyle - Where's Bradley at?
Jimmy - He's out of town for a week.
Kyle - Great. One teammate short.
Stan - You guys got our costumes?
Craig - Yeah, Tweek and I got em'.
Stan - Alright, everyone, let's get in our costumes, and get this over with.
In the park, Cartman, in his costume, is waiting, he looks at his watch.
Cartman - Running late, as usual, wouldn't have happened if I was still in charge.
The rest of them arrive, they're also in their costumes.
Kyle - Alright, Cartman, we're all here, what's going on?
Cartman - What are you talking about?
Kyle - You wanted us to meet up here to make peace.
Cartman - No, I didn't.
Kyle - Yes, you did! We got your message!
Cartman - What message?! You guys sent me a message telling me that everything is cool.
Butters arrives, in his Professor Chaos costume.
Butters - Hey, fellas.
Stan - What are you doing here?
Butters - Y'all told me to get out here because Eric wanted to talk to us.
Kyle - No, we didn't. Cartman called us.
Cartman - No, y'all called me.
They go back and forth for a bit.
Mysterion aka Kenny - Oh, shit!
Stan - What is it Kenny?
Mysterion aka Kenny - It's a setup!
Before any of them could response, all of them are hit by darts, and one by one they fall unconscious, a group of soldiers in camouflage gear come out of the bushes, someone else comes out of the shadows, he's also in camouflage, and talks to someone on a radio.
Mickey Mouse - We got the coon and the rest of his friends ha ha.
Male Voice (on radio) - Excellent, bring them to H.Q.
Mickey Mouse - No problem, ha ha.
He clicks off his radio, and turns to the soldiers.
Mickey Mouse - Alrighty, men, let's get them back to base.
The soldiers begin carrying them off, Mickey approaches the unconscious body of Cartman, and kicks him.
Mickey Mouse - That's for supporting Eisner during my vacation ha ha.
End of Chapter One.
(Author's Note: What do you think? let me know, stay tuned for the next couple of chapters).