In a totally and completely cliché turn of events, Wendy made her grand reentrance by kicking down Cartman's front door.

Cartman, who had been lounging dispassionately on his couch as Terrance and Phillip played on the television in the background, was about to scream to his mother to answer it, when, with an almost feral growl, Wendy tackled him. Despite being only roughly a fifth of his size, she was able to pin him against the couch cushions as he gazed up at her in sheer panic. Her eyes were obscured by her dark bangs, but her mouth was turned up at the corners and he could have sworn that in the five days that she had been away she had grown fangs.

Cartman was about to start making excuses for his behavior, just in case he still had some way of convincing her not to murder him and prop his carcass on the wall of her living room to tell future suitors that he was the last man to do her wrong and attempt to steal back twenty dollars when she started to attack him with savage kisses.

"I missed you so much!" She gushed, or at least it can be assumed she was saying as much. She made a mental note to send a thank you note to the Tibetan mountain village kids. Leave it to primitive, screaming terrors to make you fully appreciate the people you've left behind.

Cartman just about pulled a Kenny and died of shock on the spot, but went with it. Because after all, he did have a pretty sweet deal going, right?

That was, to say, until she pulled away and stared at him intently.

"Now that that's out of the way, mind explaining to me why the moment I stepped on the plane to leave for Tibet, I got an incredibly ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach that has yet to disperse?" She asked. Cartman did his best to feign innocence.

"Can't you take, I don't know, midol for that or something?"

"Cartman!" She shrieked, and smacked him.

He then decided that there was no way out of it; he had to tell Wendy the truth.

Cartman then launched into a detailed account of how the Loch Ness monster had decided to increase its profit to twenty dollars, the best way to do that was to possess him, thus trying to break up Stan and Kyle. He somehow related this all to being the Crab People's fault, as their elaborate plan to combine the local radio station tower, a tropical fruit punch drink, and Dr. Phil, could somehow be recognized by sweeping in and usurping the situation to their benefit.

Wendy stared at him.

"So, you're saying that in an attempt to get Kyle's parents to break up he and Stan, you paid of Kyle's little brother to-"

"Yes, alright? Fine. That's what I did, and now they've been on the lam for a day or two. But…God, Wendy, can you really blame me?" Cartman yelled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I can blame you, but it wasn't as if I hadn't been expecting it," Wendy said, and chuckled lightly as she stood and gestured for him to do the same, "Come on, you, we're gonna go track them down, then we'll talk about the money involved."

And with that, she turned back to the door frame, careful to step over the conquered door.

Cartman wasted about five seconds to shock, before jumping up from the couch, after Wendy, who was already halfway down the walkway.

"You aren't breaking up?" He called from the porch, hurrying after her. Wendy glanced back at him, curiously.

"Why, do you want to break up?" She asked mildly.

"No," He insisted, a little too quickly. It was just that he'd assume that any girl would dump a guy if they found out he was conspiring to weedle twenty dollars out of them. Then again, thinking about it, Cartman remembered that Wendy was fiercely intelligent, and therefore knew a good thing when she had it, and she had him, and Cartman was pretty damn awesome if he dared say so himself.

"Well, come on." Wendy said, and then grabbed his hand in hers and led him off down the street in search of leads.

Given that she was just as fiercely competitive as she was intelligent, Wendy had always known that she'd never feel quite satisfied with anyone who couldn't keep her on her toes, or who she couldn't return the favor for. And, just the fact that it was Cartman, who had something endearing about him, being so corrupted he was lovable, was icing on the cake for her. He made her happy, and she couldn't explain it but gave up trying long ago. So, as long as he stayed who he was, she wasn't about to let him go. Besides, the twenty dollar bet had become entertaining to her, watching him jump through hoops for something indirectly having to do with her attention.

They logically decided that Ike was the person most likely to know where Stan and Kyle had headed, and thus went off to Kyle's house, where Sheila and Gerald were located in the living room, drinking coffee with Sharon, Randy, and Mrs. Garrison, who had most likely just shown up for the free food. The window was open, and just as Wendy began launching small rocks at Ike's window, they distinctively heard Mrs. Garrison say, "I remember back when they were in third grade, and I first tried to separate their desks. Stan kicked me…Kyle bit me…"

Cartman scowled, remembering that.

"God, why don't those two just wear one really big shirt, they're already practically attached?"

Wendy gave him a single, pointed glance.

Somehow, perhaps judging by the light smile she adopted when she returned to her attempt to captivate Ike's attention, Cartman guesses that she actually agreed quite heavily.

They're soul mates like that.