Chapter VIII-

A/N: Psht, and you thought I was never going to update again....

As the plane landed as the passengers began to stand up and leave, it took the combined efforts of Kenny and Cartman to wake up Stan. Kenny was looking cross at Stan, who didn't even bother to ask what had happened. Kenny was identical to Kyle's hat from the first trip.

"Hm, I seem to have gotten all over you," Stan snickered at his drool-drenched friend.

"Lucky me," Kenny said in a forced calm tone as he pulled off his parka despite the temperature, at least his shirt underneath was dry. Stan didn't feel like apologizing, it wasn't worth the trouble. Kenny would forget about it by the time they reached the cab anyways. "Well, since it's your fault, you can carry it," Kenny added in cheerfully as he tossed the jacket into Stan's arms who wrinkled his nose, "oh c'mon Stan, it's your spit."

"That isn't the problem, I don't think you've washed this thing in ages... it smells," Kenny rolled his eyes and didn't respond, but Stan threw it at Kenny's head. "I don't want to carry around your laundry, thanks."

"You'd carry around Kyle's," Kenny muttered softly so that Stan actually couldn'thear what he said.

"You need to lighten up," Kyle said as he voluntarily took the parka before they started bickering like a bunch of eight-year-olds – though thinking about it, when they were eight they would fist fight.

Kenny shrugged at Kyle and didn't make a further comment on it, though he did seem angry at Stan still.

"Can we just try to pretend that we can get along?" Cartman put in to which everyone stared at him for a minute like he was crazy.

"Cartman, what are you talking about? You're normally the problem that makes none of us get along!" Stan said in surprise.

"Not in this case, you're all acting gay."

"Only two of us are acting gay, Cartman," Kenny threw in cheerfully, though he wasn't really trying to say it as an insult.

"Anyways, what are we supposed to do now?" Kyle asked as Mrs. Cartman drove all of them back from the airport to the Cartman's house.

"Why don't we build a snow igloo?"

"Building snow igloos is for little kids!" Kenny rolled his eyes at his best friend as they went inside Cartman's house, Mrs. Cartman disappearing off into the kitchen.

"Oh, fine Kenny, what's more mature? Want to get drunk and smoke behind the school?" Cartman snapped back, he'd entertained them for a couple of days at least.

"...Sounds good to me," Kenny responded with a bright grin. "Do you want to get the drinks, or should I?" Cartman responded by hitting Kenny in the head with a stick that he seemed to always have with him. Stan rolled his eyes at that.

"Cartman, really, you hit things with sticks too much."

"Shut up you friggin' tree-hugger."

Stan, either not being able to think of a response or just being enticed by the TV, plopped down on the Cartman's couch and flipped on Terrence and Phillip.

"That show has been running for a long time," Kyle commented as he took a seat next to Stan.

"Were we really allowed to watch this when we were eight?" Cartman voiced as Terrence and Phillip broke into a round of one of their "naughty" songs.

"We're just going to spend the rest of our time off watching television, aren't we?" Kenny asked with a raised brow to which his friends didn't respond because they'd been absorbed into the show. Kenny was about to join when someone knocked on the door, to which he took the liberty of answering. He looked fairly surprised to see Wendy standing there when he pulled open the door.

"Hey Wendy, uh, you know this is Cartman's house, right?" Kenny laughed, that chick had no sense of direction if she'd been aiming to talk to Stan which was much more likely.

"Er... I just..." Wendy was turning red and Kenny stared at her strangely. "I... I'm going to go... just...."

Kenny stared blankly after her as she turned and ran away. God. If people wanted to not seem suspicious they shouldn't just run like that away. Wondering what that had been about, Kenny flipped off the television to which the boys looked angry.

"Wendy just came by," Kenny announced quickly before they killed him. Some people took television way too seriously and had their lives revolve around it... what losers.

"Wendy?" Stan stopped looking annoyed to be surprised. "Why?"

"It would've killed you to stop watching two guys farting to eavesdrop, huh?" Kenny laughed and overlooked the strange expression on Cartman's face.

"Yes. So tell us what happened."

"She started acting all weird and she was stuttering, any idea what that's about – Eric?"

Looking momentarily surprised to be addressed by his first name, Cartman shrugged and answered too quickly to be believable. "No idea."

"Right..." Kenny frowned, staring into his best friend's nervous eyes. Cartman was never nervous or worried about anything....