Butters slammed the door to his house before it could break out. He pressed his back against it as tightly as he could.
"Granny!" he shrieked. "What the fuck is that?"
"Oh, I thought you would like a little kitty, so I stole (yeah, you read that right) from the zoo. I call him..." she grinned maliciously, "Butter Basher!"
At that, Butter Basher broke the door open sending Butters flying into the sidewalk. I started to growl furiously at the little boy.
"Heh..nice tiger." Butters whimpered.
"No, bad tiger!" His grandmother mimicked his shrill voice. "Come and eat me! I'm ripe and juicy!"
Butter Basher snarled and lunged at the little boy who rolled out of the way and made a beeline down the neighborhood.
Behind him Buttters could hear the sound of thrashing and growling behind him yet he didn't stop. He kept running as screams and crashes were heard behind him.
Nelly Figg and Francis Smith pulled up to the intersection on their bicycles.
"Not bad, Snacky Boy." smirked Nelly. "Keep up the pace and we'll win that bike competition for sure."
"Yeah," smiled Francis. "Hey, honey. Since this is a special occasion, do you think we could...?"
"No." Nelly sharply stated. "We are not making love, Francis."
"But why not?" he asked. "All of our other friends have done it, like Stan and Wendy."
"And that makes them sell-outs," Nelly flatly stated. "I chose to preserve my virginity and as my boyfriend, so do you."
Francis sighed. "Fine."
At that moment the light turned green and they started to pull forward.
Butters tore past them screaming for his life.
The couple wondered why he did that until they saw the Butter Basher rip past them causing them to jump back in horror.
"What the Hell!?" Shrieked Nelly.
"It's a white tiger!" Exclaimed Francis. "And it's after Butters, we gotta save him!"
Nelly groaned with Irritation. "Do we have to? That asshole is the only boy I hate more than that fat Fuck!"
"Nelly." Francis narrowed his eyes. "We talked about this."
Nelly sighed, "Your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends, fine! I guess we can help him...just this once."
"That's the spirit." he smiled. "Now come on, before that tiger makes a meal out of him!"
Butters was screaming so loudly his voice was scratching.
Despite his exhaustion, the tiger showed no signs of slowing down or fatigue. It was almost like it was supernatural in stamina.
"HELP!" Butters cried. "SOMEBODY HELP!"
"Butters!" came a cry.
He looked to his left and right.
Pulling ahead of Butter Basher were Nelly and Francis on their bikes.
"Nelly!" "Francis!" Butters shouted.
"Hey, pal!" Francis waved.
"You have to jump!" Nelly screamed. "Get onto one of our bikes!"
"But is I fall, the tiger will kill me!" he shouted.
"Oh for fucks sake." Nelly grumbled, "Stop whining, you're not a fucking baby!"
"NELLY!" Francis scolded. "Butters, I know you're scared right now but you have to trust us, it's just a leap of faith, and you better hurry before you run out of road or me and Nelly run out of energy to keep ahead of that beast."
Butters closed his eyes, tightly then opened them in determination, he turned to Nelly's bike and pounced, grabbing the handle of her seat.
Nelly grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him aboard and with that she turned left.
At that the tiger changed course and started going after her, leaving Francis behind.
"Nelly!" He cried,
"I'll be OK!" she cried.
Francis pulled his bike to the side and watched in fear as his girlfriend and one of his buddies biked far away.
As scared as he was for his girlfriend. He also knew she had this under control.
Nelly sped through the town on her bike with Butters clinging around her waist. Butter Basher still hot on her tail.
"He's gaining on us!" screamed Butters.
"Hold on tight then!" Nelly growled.
She took several sharp turns, going through narrow alleyways, even biking over ditches.
But even that didn't seem to shake the raging tiger as he seemed to grow more and more enraged.
"Dammit, doesn't anything slow this thing down!?" she complained.
"It's after me because my Granny sicced it after me!" Butters cried.
"Your granny did WHAT?!" Nelly cried.
Butters realized what he said and said. "I said it probably has an interest is me."
Nelly narrowed her eyes in what he said. "Anywayyyys, come on let's get you somewhere safe."
She started to pedal faster until she made it to a construction site.
"We'll lose him in here." she narrowed her eyes.
Note to readers: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!
She rode up a long wooden plank resting on an overturned Oil-drum. The momentum shot her and Butters onto the next floor of the structure. She continued to bike onwards.
Behind her she heard a crashing sound and she whipped around (one of her pigtails hitting Butters in the process) and saw the Tiger still hot on her tail.
"GodDamnit this thing's stubborn!" she complained.
"Get us out of here!" Butters cried.
Nelly's eyes darted around until she found something that could help her and Butters. She turned right and drove towards the edge of the second floor, Upon coming into near contact with the edge, she sharply turned the bike right so that the back tire made a severe dent in one of the wooden supports. She then rode towards the adjacent support and repeated the same process.
The tiger was hot on her heels by the time she damaged the third one. Now she was aiming towards the fourth and final one when the tiger pounced, its claw slashing a metal ring on the bike.
The bike started to swerve out of control causing the front tire to crash into the final support and caused Nelly and Butters to scream as they were launched off the edge and onto the ground below. Thankfully landing onto a giant grate that broke their fall.
Nelly and Butters looked up.
"Is it...dead?" Butters asked.
AT that moment Butter Basher leapt out of the wreckage and onto the crate.
"God Dammit how is it not fucking dead!?" whined Nelly.
The tiger began to prowl towards them. Murder in its eyes. Prepared to mutilate these two good for nothing kids.
Nelly stood in front of Butters with a protective arm in front of him.
"If you want one hand on this asshole, you'll have to go through me first!" she boasted.
"Nelly are you insane!?" Butters cried. "You can't fight a tiger!"
"Relax, short-stack." Nelly grinned, "I beat a 42 year old man to a pulp a few weeks ago, you think some overgrown house cat's gonna be any different?"
Butters started at her silly.
"Ok maybe it is different, but this is still on my bucket list." she replied.
She turned back to the tiger who began to wrathfully creep up on her.
However none of them noticed the ropes on the crate behind to fray as it did.
The tiger finally lept at the two kids who screamed.
And at that moment the rope snapped causing half of the crate to tip down.
The tiger roared as it fell to the ground...into a nearby wet cement block.
Butters and Nelly cheered while they still held onto the crate.
It was finally then, that a construction worker yelled. "HEY WHAT ARE YOU TWO KIDS DOING UP THERE?"
Butters and Nelly spent the next hour or so wrapped in blankets
They were both given Hot Cocoa to drink as their relatives were called.
Butters looked at Nelly. "Thank you," he said. "You really saved me there."
"No prob." was Nelly's unsure response. "Just never make me do that for you again."
Butters smiled to himself.
"But what I don't get is why that tiger was after you in the first place?" she wondered. "And how did it escape from the Zoo? And what was it you said about your Grandma?"
Butters looked down unsure. Sure Nelly didn't really like him but he knew even she wouldn't just leave him to suffer in a tight spot. And chances were even she would not tolerate his Grandmother's abuse.
"It's because..." Butters started. However he was cut off when he heard someone cry out. "Nelly!"
Francis came running towards Nelly and embraced her. "I was so worried."
"Well I'm all right." she smirked. "And so is Butters."
"That's good." Francis sighed. "Anyways, Nelly your parents are just outside talking to the Construction Workers to take you home. Butters should we give you a ride?"
Butters sighed. "That's fine Francis. I can get myself home?"
"Are you sure?" asked Nelly.
"Yes." Butters got up. "I just need some time alone." he walked past the couple and out of the site on his way home.
He was too depressed to even hear his phone chime with one new message.
It said. "Hey Butters, I'm coming to visit you all the way from Canada. I hope you're excited as I am!" Yours Truly: Charlotte.