Ahoy and all that crap. Two more days and it's my birthday!!! YAY!!! But enough about me. Read this chapter. I command you!
It was lunchtime at South Park Elementery. As Stan, Kenny, and Kyle walked up to the lunch counter, they were greeted by Chef's usual "Hello there, children!"
"Hey Chef," they answered.
"Hey... where's Eric? Usually, he'd be on his 15th serving of banana pudding by now," Chef asked.
"Well that's the thing..." Stan said. "See, we were waiting for the bus, and then a red gooey monster came out of nowhere and grabbed Cartman and carried him off."
Chef hesitated. "And... this thing... did it smell and look like it was made entirely of crap?"
The three kids exchanged a look. "Yes." Kyle answered.
A look of horror crept across Chef's face. "Oh my God..." he said slowly. "It's Slade!"
The three were silent. Then Kyle asked "So the monster was called Slade?"
"No, that was Plasmus," Chef responded.
"Then it was Plasmus who kidnapped Cartman?" Stan asked.
"No, Slade did."
"But you just said that Plasmus kidnapped him." Stan said.
"No, Slade did it."
"And who the hell is Slade?" Kyle said loudly.
"Nobody knows."
The kids exchanged another glance. "Okay dude, I'm confused," Kyle said, exasperated.
"Slade is a crime lord. Plasmus is the crap monster. Slade sent Plasmus to kidnap Eric. DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW?" Chef bellowed.
The three of them were silent.
"You shouldn't be here! You should be rescuing Eric from Slade. Believe me, he's doing horrible things to the poor child right now." Chef said ominously.
IN SLADE'S EVIL HIDEOUT...
Cartman paced around, muttering to himself about how he wished he had a bag of Cheesy Poofs right now. Then a door opened and Slade stepped out.
"Welcome. I have been expecting you, Eric Cartman." he said.
"Okay, three questions, who the hell are you, where the hell am I, what the fck is with the crap monster?" Cartman asked irritably.
"My name is Slade," he said coldly. "You are in New York City, and the crap monster is called Plasmus."
"Gllrub!"
"I'll call you whatever I feel like calling you!" Slade snapped. Turning back toward Cartman, he said "I have come to offer you an oppertunity."
"Oppertunity?"
"Yes..." Slade said. "You see, I have been searching for an apprentice for quite some time now. You, my young friend... you are the perfect candidate."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Cartman barked.
Slade pressed a button on his evil keyboard, bringing up an image of 3 bloodstreams. Underneath them were three names: Stan, Kenny, Kyle
"With the push of a button, I can annihalate your friends. That is," Slade said, his voice dripping with mailce, "unless you join me as my apprentice."
Cartman scoffed. "You can go ahead and kill those guys, I hate them."
"Oh," Slade said sheepishly. "Um... well..." Thinking quickly, he said "You could kill them yourself."
Cartman's face lit up. "Really? You'd let me do that?"
"That... and a good deal more. Just press this button..."
Cartman's finger slowly closed the distance between him and the button. Then he stopped. "No..."
"What?!" Slade said, enraged.
"I want to kill them with my own hands... I want to see them suffer. Will you let me do that.. master?"
Slade's eye bulged with delight. "Of course... apprentice. Here, have a Dr. Evil cookie."
The two of them ate the cookies, pausing in between bites to let out evil laughs. "Muahahahahahahahahaha!!! Muahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!"
"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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