After being tasked to do so by Cartman, Seth journeyed across South Park in an attempt to find the KKK's four best warriors; Tolkien Black, Tweek Tweak, Pip Pirrip and Craig Tucker. Butters also joined Seth on the journey, after being asked by Cartman to help him with his quest.

"So who do you want us to get first?" Seth asked.

"Uh... Let's get Tolkien first." Butters decided. "His family's thee richest in town. You can't miss his house."

"So we're going to the richest kid first? Alright."

Deciding on their first course of action, Seth and Butters headed for the luxurious residence of Tolkien Black. A security guard was stationed outside the gate, so Seth attempted to speak with him.

"Hello, good sir! How are you today?" Seth asked happily. The security guard just stared at him and Butters. "...Very nice. Now, I understand this is the house of one Tolkien Black, is it not?"

"This is a gated community, sir. We do not allow in the riffraff. Move along, sir." The security guard said.

"We are not riffraff people, sir. We're just here to see Tolkien." Seth explained. "Is he in at this precise moment in time?"

"I warn you, sir. I have five years of training at the mall. Move along, sir!" The security guard replied.

"Sir, we just want to talk to Tolkien." Seth added. "May we come in?"

"Sir, I'm a professional security guard. It is impossible to get past me." The security guard retorted.

"But sir! Me and my colleague here are strictly here to visit Tolkien!' Seth argued. "May we enter this humble abode please?"

Not wanting to hear anymore of it, the security guard applied pepper spray onto Seth's eyes, causing him to scream out in a comical fashion.

"AHHHH! AAAARGH! OW, MY EYES!" He screamed. "AAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH, MY EYES! AAAAAAAAGH, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! AAAAAARGH!"

"Oh, hamburgers!" Butters exclaimed in horror as Seth continued screaming.

"If you try again, I will pepper spray you back to the Stone Age." The security guard warned the two boys. Seth soon after ran away, still screaming while Butters followed him.

Eventually, the duo reached a safe space, and Butters calmed Seth down with his Healing Touch.

"There you go, buddy..." Butters said gently as he patted Seth on the shoulder.

"Thanks, man... That really hurt..." Seth replied, as he proceeded to throw up on the pavement. "Sorry about that... Now what do we do?"

Just then, Seth received a message on his Faceboook from Cartman.

HAHAHA Dude someone just posted a video of you getting pepper sprayed! Hold on I gotta watch it again. AHAHAHAHA it's even better when you know what's coming!

Butters and 3 others like this.

"Dude!" Seth said to Butters, feeling hurt.

"Sorry, Seth. I couldn't help it. It was funny." Butters admitted.

"Eh, forget it. Who even filmed me anyway?" Seth wondered.

While they were talking, Mr. Garrison was seen walking down the street with his cell phone in his hand. He might have done it.

"Ha! That was hysterical!" He said. His presence was unnoticed by the others.

Back to Seth and Butters, Seth received another message, this time from Jimbo Kern.

Jimbo's Guns carries a selection of gas masks that renders pepper spray totally useless as a self-defence. Come visit.

"Ooh, that's a good idea " Seth said, as he proceeded to like the post. "Do you know where Jimbo's is?"

"Yeah!" Butters answered. "Come on, I'll take you there."

With that, Seth and Butters travelled to Jimbo's Guns to get a gas mask to protect Seth's face. Upon their arrival, they entered the store.

"Well, hello there, Jimbo and Ned!" Butters said, greeting both of them.

"Well! What brings you here today?" Jimbo asked. "Business or pleasure? Or vengeance?"

"Vengeance!" Butters declared.

"Damn right! I nearly got fucking blinded!" Seth added.

"You've come to the right place." Ned replied.

Seth approached Jimbo behind the counter and spoke to him.

"Howdy there! Haven't seen you before. You must be the new kid that moved to town" Jimbo said.

"Yes, I am. My name is Seth." Seth answered.

"And you're into hunting, huh? Well, my boy, you've come to the right place! South Park is chock full o' things to shoot that would delight ANY taxidermist, survivalist, or Weekend Animal Death enthusiast!" Jimbo said.

"I never said that..." Seth replied.

"Ain't much I can sell to a minor, thanks to the stupid Democrats. But if you can prove yourself a REAL hunter I might be able to get you some better stuff." Jimbo continued, as he whipped out a book. "You should buy a copy of the Hunter's Guide to South Park Wildlife! This book thingy here!"

"Uhh... I came here to get a gas mask so I don't get pepper sprayed again?" Seth said.

"Oh, right. My mistake." Jimbo responded, as he put the book away. He soon after gave Seth the gas mask, which he proceeded to put on.

"How's it look?" Seth asked Butters through the mask.

"Uh, it looks like it suits you well, Seth!" Butters answered.

"Really? Cause I kinda feel like a bootleg wizard version of Darth Vader." Seth admitted.

After getting what they needed, Seth and Butters left Jimbo's, then returned to the security guard at Tolkien's house. The security guard sprayed Seth again, to no avail this time.

"What the fuck?! Oh NO!" He exclaimed in horror.

"Not this time, you motherfucker!" Seth yelled as he and Butters engaged in a battle with the security guard, successfully defeating him.

"Move... along..." He said in defeat. After defeating him, Seth removed his gas mask, trying to catch his breath.

"Thank Christ! I can't breathe in this thing!" He complained.

"Well, the evil guard's been taken care of." Butters said. "Should we go talk to Tolkien now?"

"Yeah, okay." Seth accepted.

The guys went through the gate and checked Tolkien's house out.

"Whoa! This is crazy!" Seth said, admiring the mansion.

"Yeah it is!" Butters said in agreement. "Some of the other fellas think it's a bit much though."

"I don't think it IS a bit much." Seth replied. "Who designed this place? Pablo Escobar?"

"I'm not sure." Butters added. "You ever known any rich folks back in Cleveland?"

"Yeah, dude. This is a cool place. Channing Tatum probably lives in a place like this." Seth answered.

"What does that have to do with Channing Tatum?" Butters asked in a confused tone.

"I think he's attractive." Seth admitted, as he knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Tolkien appeared to answer it.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Hi! It's Tolkien, right?" Seth asked.

"Yeah. Who are you?" Tolkien responded.

"I'm Seth. I'm new to town. And I want to say that your house looks absolutely terrific." Seth added.

"Uh, thanks. Can I help you?" Tolkien asked.

"Oh, right. Your kingdom needs you!" Seth announced, as he gave Tolkien his note.

"Oh, the elves took the stick again? Hold on a second." He replied, as he quickly shut the door, while Seth and Butters waited.

"I think this is a cool house." Seth said to Butters.

"Yeah, I know!" Butters agreed.

"I can't wait to see inside it someday." Seth added.

After their brief conversation, Tolkien returned, now wearing his KKK attire. (No, not THAT KKK!)

"Thank you for thy message, traveller! I shall make haste to Kupa Keep!" He announced, before walking off again. "Mom! Can you drive me to Eric's house?"

He walked off again, leaving Seth and Butters alone, but ultimately bringing him to the team.

"Well, looks like he's on board! Where to next?" Seth asked.

"Let's go see Tweek!" Butters said. "His family owns the coffee shop in town, next to the movie theatre."

Listening to Seth's instructions, Seth and he went to the Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse, hoping to recruit Tweek Tweak to their cause. They entered the coffee shop, and were greeted by Tweek's father, Richard.

"Welcome to Tweek Coffee." He greeted. "Coffee made with ingredients supplied by local organic supplies. It's local coffee. Brewed locally."

"Cool, bro..." Seth replied. "Is Tweek here?"

"He's in the back. I'll call him for you." Richard answered, before doing so. "Tweek? TWEEEEK!"

"AHGH!" Screamed Tweek in his famous paranoid voice. He wasn't seen though, as he was behind a restricted door.

"Have you picked up the fresh local ingredients?" Richard asked.

"AAHGHGH! Not yet dad! I'm still trying to do all my chores!" Tweek answered.

"Well, hurry up, son, the family business is relying on you!" Richard ordered. "And some kid I've never seen before wants to talk to you for some reason!"

"AAHGHGH!" Tweek screamed again.

"Uh... Can we go talk to him?" Seth asked.

"Sure. Maybe you boys can make sure Tweek gets his chores done." Richard said.

With Richard's approval, Seth and Butters entered the door into the restricted area, where they saw Tweek. Seth attempted to introduce himself to the paranoid kid.

"Uh, hey, buddy..." Seth said in a gentle manner, still spooking him regardless.

"AAAARGH! WHO ARE YOU?! I DON'T KNOW YOU!" Tweek screamed, freaked out as he didn't know who Seth was.

"Tweek, it's alright! He's with me!" Butters said, trying to calm Tweek down. "He's the new kid who moved to town earlier today."

"Oh... W-Who are you then?!" Tweek asked, twitching nervously.

"I'm Seth, I'm a new recruit to the KKK." Seth explained. "The Grand Wizard sent us."

He passed the note from Cartman to Tweek.

"What's this?" Tweek asked, as he examined the note, before in typical Tweek fashion, freaking out again.

"AHGHGH! Now? The guys need me now?!" He panicked. "Oh there's no way, man! I have WAY to much to do!"

He suddenly grabbed Seth and proceeded to scream in his face.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALL THIS?!"

"I don't know, man! Just chill!" Seth replied, trying to calm him.

Tweek soon let go, thinking of an idea.

"Wait, you!" He said.

"Me?" Seth asked.

"Yes, you!" Tweek answered. "Could you go get the four o' clock delivery for me? If you do, I can finish here and then - and then I'll still have time to play!"

"I dunno, is it safe?" Seth asked.

"PLEASE! Would you?" Tweek begged, before taking an envelope from a nearby table and passing it to Seth.

"It's at Kenny house, like always! Y-you give them this, they'll give you the delivery." He explained.

"But I don't know where Kenny lives." Seth said.

"Kenny lives on the other side of where we live, near the train tracks." Butters replied.

"Oh, okay." Seth said. Before leaving, he looked at Tweek, noticing him twitching and shaking.

"AHGHGHGH! How am I supposed to do all this?! There's no way, man!" He said to himself. "Starbucks has like eight employees! Here it's just me! AHGHGH!"

"Jesus, what did they do to him...?!" Seth asked Butters as they were leaving the shop, feeling concerned for Tweek's sanity.

"I don't know, buddy. I just think that Tweek really likes coffee." Butters responded.

After a brief while, the duo reached the McCormick residence, home of Kenny and Karen.

"Good lord, THIS is Kenny's house?!" Seth asked.

"Yeah... Kenny's family is actually the poorest in town." Butters answered.

"Shit... How do he and his sister cope?" Seth wondered.

"Well, I hear Kenny's very protective over Karen." Butters replied. "One time when she was being bullied, Kenny kicked the bully's ass."

"Wow, he's a very good brother then." Seth said. "But in this game we're playing, Karen's now the one being protective over Kenny?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Butters answered.

"Well, shit. That's ironic." Seth added, as he knocked on the front door to the McCormick house, being greeted by Kenny and Karen's mother, Carol.

"What?" She asked.

"Uh... Official Tweek Coffee business! We have an envelope for you." Seth said, as he gave Carol the envelope.

"Oh, this isn't for me. This is for the nice people who are renting the guest house out in the back." She said, as she passed the envelope back to Seth. She also gave him the key to the garage.

"Their guest house is also their garage?" Seth asked.

"Yeah..." Butters answered.

"Okay then... Better get this over with." Seth said. "You wanna come with me?"

"I'm good here, buddy." Butters said. "I've had bad experiences with the homeless."

"Alright, suit yourself." Seth replied, as he entered the garage, encountering three meth heads.

"Uh, hello, nice people renting the guest house!" Seth said. "Do you have a package belonging to Tweek Coffee?"

"Yeah, yeah. We got the package for Tweek Coffee. You got the envelope?" The first meth head asked.

"Right here!" Seth said, as he passed the envelop to the meth head.

"Hey, that's not the usual kid that picks up the package." Noticing that this wasn't Tweek.

"Huh? Oh shit. It's a COP!" The second meth head exclaimed.

"What?! I'm not a cop!" Seth said.

"COP! GET HIM!" The third meth head yelled.

"Oh, shit!" Seth exclaimed. "Butters! Butters, requesting back-up! Help me!"

"I'm coming, buddy!" Butters declared, as a fight begun with three meth heads against the Seth and Butters.

"Take this!" Seth shouted as he attacked one meth head with his wand.

"This cop's crazy!" Said meth head exclaimed.

Butters used his hammer to strike another meth head.

"Oof! Police brutality!" He whined.

Soon after, Seth used some magic dust to blind the third meth head, then punch him in the dick.

"CBT, bitch!" Seth said.

"I want a lawyer." The meth head whined.

After a while, Seth and Butters managed to defeat the meth heads.

"Well, that was pointless." Seth stated. "Why'd they try to kill us?"

"Because they thought we were cops?" Butters pointed out.

"Oh, yeah..." Seth added. "What were they even doing out here anyway?"

"I dunno, these guys might be scientists." Butters suggested.

"Heh, you think?" Seth snickered.

"Uh, these witch doctors must be cooking up a secret potion." Butters continued. "I wonder if it's a healing potion."

"Yeah right. Wait... You're serious, aren't you?" Seth asked, before he proceeded to pick up the package.

"Better take this back to Tweek." He declared, as he and Butters headed back to the Tweek Bros. coffee house. They went to the restricted room, finding Tweek with his dad.

"I'm back!" Seth announced, as he gave Tweek the package.

"You did it! You got the pickup! Oh, thanks man!" Tweek said, before turning to Richard. "Dad! I finished my work, can I go play?"

"Where's today delivery?" Richard asked.

"Right here!" He said, giving the delivery to his dad, who sampled the contents.

"Hm, yup. That's good shit." Richard said, after sampling what might have very well been meth. "Alright Tweek, you can play for a little bit. But be home before dark or you'll be grounded.

He then poured the package contents into a coffee blender.

"Grounded, like the fresh grinds of all our organic Tweek blend, made with ingredients from local tweekers." He continued.

"Thanks, Seth. I gotta go get changed then I'll meet you at the kingdom!" Tweek said.

"Great, dude! See you there!" Seth said. With Tweek now joining the party, Seth and Butters left the coffee shop.

"Y'know, I'm kinda worried that the stuff they put in that coffee might be the reason why he's so jittery." Seth admitted. "So who should we grab next?"

"How about Pip?" Butters suggested.

"Okay, where does he live?" Seth asked.

"He lives on our block, just a couple houses down from the kingdom. His house is the blue house on the far right." Butters answered.

"Why the hell didn't we just start with him first then?" Seth asked.

"That's...actually a really good question." Butters admitted. "We should probably go see him."

"Yeah, alright..." Seth complied, as the duo went back to their block, walking down to the last house on said block; The home of Pip Pirrip.

Seth knocked on the front door, and a middle aged hippie answered it. He appeared to be around the same age as most of the other dads in South Park, and looked very stoned.

"Hey, dudes..." The hippie said. "What do you little dudes want?"

"Uh... Is Pip in?" Seth asked.

"Hang on, man. I'll summon him for you dudes." The hippy replied, before calling out from inside the house. "Yo, Piparoo! Some other little dudes wanna hang out with you, man!"

"Really? Oh, what fun!" Pip replied from inside the house. The hippie then went back to whatever he was doing while Pip came over to see who was at the door. One thing noticeable about him here was that he isn't wearing his hat like he usually does...

"Cheerio, Butters!" He said, greeting Butters.

"Hey, Pip!" Butters said, greeting Pip in return.

"Who is this?" Pip asked, motioning to Seth.

"Oh, this is our new neighbor." Butters answered.

"I'm Seth, Mr. Pip. Nice to meet you." Seth added, offering a handshake to Pip, who accepted it.

"Good day to you, Seth!" He responded. "What brings you gentlemen here?"

"You've been summoned." Seth answered, as he handed Pip his note to read.

"Oh, dear! I would be glad to assist the Grand Wizard once more, but I'm afraid I can't." Pip explained.

"Why not, man?" Seth asked.

"Because my hat has been stolen!" Pip answered.

"Oh yeah, I didn't notice you wasn't wearing your hat." Butters added.

"Uh... Do you want us to go look for it or something?" Seth asked.

"Oh, would you be willing?" Pip asked. "If you do, then I may very well be able to play with you blokes after all."

"Sure, dude." Seth accepted. "Do you remember where you last left it?"

"I do believe so." Pip answered. "The last time I was wearing it was in the playground earlier this morning. That was when I was assaulted by a gang of Sixth Graders, and had my hat stolen. I'm beginning to feel as if the reason why they did that is because no one really likes me that much."

"I like you!" Butters said.

"And I have no reason not to not like you." Seth added. "That's why I'm offering my help."

"Oh, jolly good!" Pip replied. "Do let me know when you have found my hat."

"Will do!" Seth said.

With that, Butters and Seth headed for the playground, in search of Pip's hat. Upon reaching the playground, the duo discovered a small group of Sixth Graders near the basketball court.

"I take it those are the guys that stole Pip's hat?" Seth guessed.

"Seeing how those are the only Sixth Graders out here, I'd say so." Butters confirmed.

With that, Seth and Butters approached the Sixth Graders to confront them.

''Hello there, fellow kids!" Seth greeted them.

"What the hell do you fourthies want?" One of the Sixth Graders replied aggressively.

"I understand you stole some British kid's hat." Seth said. "Well, now he wants it back."

"So that little Frenchie sent you fourthies after us?" The Sixth Grader retorted. "The Frenchie's too much of a pussy to ask for his stupid little hat back himself?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure he's British, not French." Seth replied.

"Shut up, fourthie! We're gonna kick the shit out of you! And your little boyfriend too!" The Sixth Grader said, directing the last comment at Butters.

"Ah, shit." Butters said.

"He's not my boyfriend. But whatever. Have at thee!" Seth exclaimed, as another fight broke out.

After some time, Seth and Butters managed to defeat the Sixth Graders and retrieve Pip's hat.

"We better go back to Pip and tell him the news!" Butters said.

"Seconded." Seth said in agreement, as the two headed back to Pip's house.

"Hello again, gentlemen!" Pip said. "Did you manage to find my hat?"

"Right here!" Seth said, as he handed the hat back to Pip, who proceeded to put it on.

"Oh, glorious day!" Pip cheered. "Thank you for your help, my friend. Would you like to come in for some tea and crumpets?"

"No thanks, man." Seth replied. "Besides, I think your dad's high as a kite in there."

"Duuuuuuuude!" The hippie yelled from inside the house. He was definitely baked.

"Oh, he isn't my dad." Pip said.

"What?" Seth responded surprised. As if he couldn't tell they weren't related already judging by the fact Pip had a British accent but the hippy had an American one.

"Well, he technically IS my dad in a sense." Pip explained. "He is in fact my step-dad, Munchie. He adopted me quite some time ago, because I am an orphan. You see, my real parents are dead."

"Oh... Uh... I'm sorry to hear that, dude." Seth said, feeling bad for him.

"It's quite alright." Pip assured. "I'm actually glad to know him, despite his odd habits. Munchie has treated me quite well. He's even taught me how to play hacky-sack."

"Okay, that's cool." Seth said. "By the way, why do they call you Pip?"

"Well, my father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Phillip, my infant tongue-" Pip answered, before being cut off.

"Actually, I think I might have gotten it." Seth interrupted. "Are you good to help out the KKK, now?"

"Right-o. Just allow me to get changed into my Kupa Keep attire, and I shall see you there." Pip declared.

"Alright, man. Good to meet you." Seth replied, as he and Butters left to let Pip get changed.

"I think it's just Craig that's left now." Butters said.

"We may as well go get him then. Where does he live?" Seth asked.

"He lives in the row of houses opposite ours." Butters explained. "It's the brown house."

With this information, Seth and Butters headed for Craig Tucker's residence. Upon reaching it, Seth knocked on the front door, and was greeted by Craig's father, Thomas.

"You looking for Craig?" He asked.

"Yeah, we need to talk to him. Are you his dad or something?" Seth replied.

"Yeah, and I'm afraid he can't play. He's in detention. Something about flipping off the principal." Thomas explained before shutting the door.

"Craig's in jail! We gotta tell the Grand Wizard!" Butters exclaimed.

"Aw, shit!" Seth lamented, as he and Butters headed back to Cartman's house.