Gees, people! I can't include every single one of your stories in this; give me a freaking break…sigh…anyway, this'll be the last chapter of this, and it's pretty darn short too. So, here you are. Have a chapter.

Chapter Five – CARTMAN'S POV

"Oh my God!" cried Stan. "He killed Kenny!"

Kyle screamed, "You –"

"Kids!" It was Kyle's parents. "What is going on?"

I pointed at the porch which was stained with Kenny's blood. "Ike killed Kenny!" I exclaimed.

The Broflovskis glanced at each other, and burst out laughing. "Kenny dies all the time. A rock probably got him and you didn't notice it!"

"No, really!" said Stan. "Look! Ike is chewing on Kenny's head!" He pointed at Kyle's little brother, who had Kenny's parka right in his mouth.

The Broflovskis, still chuckling, went back into the hosue. Ike looked at us, a cruel gleam in his little black eyes. Kyle stepped forward, trying to make peace.

"Now, Ike, look," he said, "I know you don't want to eat me, do you? Come on –"

"Rahhh!" roared Ike, leaping at Kyle. He screamed as his little brother attached himself to his face.

Stan rushed forward and yanked Ike off his best friend and then threw Ike into the snow outside. "Come on!" he yelled to Kyle and me, and the three of us ran from Kyle's house.

"Where are we going?" demanded Kyle, panting.

"Hope it's not very far," I said.

"I have an idea," replied Stan.

"Oh, hello, children!" said Chef in his usual cheery voice. "What seems to be the – whoa!"

Chef cried out as we shoved through the door and bolted it closed. We made a beeline for every window in the house, making sure it was securely locked. THUD! There was a sudden bang on the doorway – Ike had just run into it.

"What is going on?" demanded Chef.

"We have a major problem!" exclaimed Kyle. "Ike has gone insane! He killed Kenny!"

Chef stared at the three of us for a moment before saying, "Oh, children, don't you see? This is your fault."

Kyle blinked. "Our fault?"

"Well, actually just yours, Kyle. All those times you've kicked him, don't you think Ike would want to get revenge some time or another?"

"I…I guess so…" Kyle stared at the floor.

"So the only way to make this all better is for you, Kyle, to apoligize to Ike."

"Okay," said Kyle, looking very nervous. "Er…what if he kills me?"

Chef shrugged. "Then it's your fault."

I chuckled. "Kyle getting killed by his little brother. That would be classic."

"Shut up," snapped Kyle, walking toward the door. Stan and I followed him, with Chef bringing up the rear. "…Ike?"

He peeked nervously around the door.

BAM!

Instantly, Kyle got a face full of Ike. The redhead wrestled his little brother to the floor, all the while shouting, "Ike! I didn't mean to kick you all those times, I'm so sorry!"

But Ike was paying no attention to Kyle's shouting; he bit him hard on the hand and leapt away from him, preparing to attack him again. Kyle stood up slowly, straightened his hat, and nursed his bleeding hand. Stan and I watched with our mouths open.

"Ike, I'm so sorry I kicked you all those years," he said. "I, uh…I didn't mean it. Really. And I promise you, I won't do it again, okay?"

Ike hesitated, considering. Then he said something that sounded like, "Ayeaboo…"

This obviously made sense to Kyle because he exclaimed, "Thanks, Ike!" and hugged him.

I sighed loudly. "Can we go now?" I asked.

"Just a minute, Eric," replied Chef. "Kyle, I hope this has taught you an important lesson: don't ever mess with your little siblings. There's no telling what might happen."

"Yeah," said Kyle. "I don't think I'll be making fun of Ike ever again."

As we walked back to the Broflovskis' house, I noticed that Stan looked slightly calmer than he had been in days. He hesitated, considering, then said to Kyle, who was carrying Ike,

"Dude, I think I'm over the sleepwalking thing."

Kyle looked surprised.

"I thought you didn't want Cartman to know," he said.

"I didn't," replied Stan. "But I seriously don't think that matters anymore." He glared at me as though challenging me to make fun of him.

I shrugged. "He's got a point."

Kyle looked even more surprised but said to Stan, "What made you decide that you're not going to sleepwalk anymore?"

"Maybe it was seeing Ike kill Kenny," he replied, shrugging.

"You were sleepwalking, dude?" I asked incrediously. "That's pretty…er…interesting." I sniggered.

"Shut up, Cartman, or I'll –"

I smirked. "I wasn't going to make fun of you, I was just saying it was interesting. Anyway, how about we go read more of the fics on the South Park area?"

Kyle winced. "Er, Cartman…I have something to ask you…"

"Yeah?" I snapped. "What?"

"Um…well, I was wondering if you could stop writing on I mean, I don't mean to sound rude, but my reviewers haven't been reviewing since I mentioned that you were my friend."

"Oh." I chuckled. "Really? Maybe they like me more."

"Cartman…"

"All right, fine." I laughed. "I didn't even like writing all that much, anyway…took too much of my precious time from watching Terrance and Phillip."

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, dude. Maybe I'll get some reviews now…"

There was a pause. Then,

"Stan, dude," I said, "were you really sleepwalking?"

Wham!

Finished…

Shortness. I hate shortness. Sigh. This is even shorter than chapter five of TTW2…Whatever. Review. Or I'll have your heads for dinner. XD