"Speed up, Cartman" I encouraged "The others have already finished a long time ago, you're the last one"

"Don't waste your words with the fat ass" suggested Kyle, that sat on one of the benches of the locker room "He does it to make us go home later..."

"Sorry if I need more time, Jew" replied the kid, while drying his hair "I'm not so fast like you"

"Ok, so I think I'm gonna inform your mother that you should stop eating fat foods" I wondered "Starting with the Thanksgiving turkey on Thursday..."

"Wow, how hasty..." commented Cartman "I've just finished..."

"Bye, Cartman" I greeted, while he was going out of the room "And remember that on Thursday there isn't training: one ball is enough, I don't want other eleven..."

"We are ten, G" reminded Kyle, following Cartman

"I know, but I also know myself..." I laughed, switching off the light and closing the door

While driving home with Kyle, I asked him: "So, there will be another members of the family at home during Thanksgiving?"

"No, thank God my cousin is not coming this year" confirmed Kyle "He's weak and boring, I don't want him..."

"I think you're a bit exaggerating" I reminded, while parking "He can't be so bad..."

"You don't know him..." commented my host brother, getting down of the car

I switched off it and we walked to the door, without paying too much attention to the bunch of little burnt pieces of wood I stepped on.

And I think we should have...

The following day, when we went home after school, Sheila bounced us back: "Kyle, could you please empty the mailbox?"

"Why always me, mum?" whined Kyle

"Don't complain and do that" answered his mother

The kid puffed but obeyed to his mother, who took the envelopes and began to list them: "Bills, bills, bills... oh, thais one's for you, Kyle!"

"For me?" he asked "I'm not waiting for anything..."

"It's probably from a secret admirer that is too shy to show herself..." I commented

"Ah ah ah" laughed Kyle, ironically "Let's see..."

He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper, that started reading: while his eyes ran on those written lines, I could see his expression changing in a worried one: "Dude, are you ok?" I asked

"I think I'll go upstairs" decide Kyle, running away

Sheila looked pretty surprised: "What's up with him?"

"I'm gonna discover it, give me some time..." I said, following the kid

I entered the room and saw a terrified Kyle sitting on his bed: "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked "You can't run away in this way without telling us anything"

"He's out..." he murmured "He's out again, G..."

"Who's out? Tell me!" I ordered "I can't understand..."

"Trent Boyett is out" muttered Kyle

"Trent Boyett?" I repeated

"He's a kid that was accused of setting fire to a teacher and went to prison, two times" explained Kyle "But it was actually our fault: it's a strange story..."

"You'll tell me that later" I interrupted him "What does he says?"

"He says that he's out and will take his revenge very soon" said Kyle "And this time we can't escape him..."

"How can you be sure that the message comes from this Boyett?" I asked

"The signature 'TB' is unmistakable" sighed Kyle "The only other TB that I know is Token, and he's not so resentful towards us, we've never done nothing to him..."

"I have some doubts on it..." I commented

"G, I'm serious!" exclaimed Kyle "And in serious danger..."

At that moment the kid's phone rang, and he answered: "Stan, you can't believe to what happened... yes, you too?... Oh, Jesus... come here, so we can talk face to face... Bye"

He closed the call: "The others have received the same letter..."

"Dude, this is crazy" I declared "How far could he go?"

"Believe me, a lot" declared Kyle "He hates us with his whole heart..."

When Cartman, Stan and Kenny had come there, they finally told me the complete story: "Guys, this kid is not normal, but you really behaved like assholes..." I commented

"Are you here to protect or lecture us?" asked Cartman

"Protect, but you also have to admit it" I declared "Now we must focus on how we could avoid this revenge. Did he give you any other information?"

"He only said that tomorrow he's telling us something more" explained Stan

"Ok, so we can't do nothing but wait..." I affirmed "But if you feel unsafe, I can take you to school with my car for the next days, so you won't be forced to take public transport and you will be harder to be caught..."

"Yes, thanks G" confirmed Kyle "In a few hours we are knowing how we are going to die..."

"Aaaah" I facepalmed, frustrated "Why can't we live an American event in a normal way? Satan on Halloween, a criminal kid on Thanksgiving..."

"Welcome to our world..." mumbled Kenny

Wednesday morning.

"G! G!" I could distinctly hear my name while I was still sleeping...

I woke startled when I felt that someone was shaking me, and when I opened my eyes I could see a familiar face over me: "Kyle, what's up?" I murmured, with a drowsy voice

"He spoke again!" exclaimed Kyle "He spoke again!"

Then he launched three little squares on my bed: "They were attached to the window..."

I rubbed my eyes, took them and tried to describe what I saw: "Well, you're launching toilet paper on a house, you're kicking your brother like a football... oh, this is pretty normal, you're exposing an essay..."

"It had been written by Tweek's father..." sighed Kyle "Now turn them..."

I obeyed and read: "'Vandalism', 'Child Abuse', 'Academic Fraud'... there is also the same 'TB' signature an a time, 16:30..."

"This a list of the crimes I committed" affirmed Kyle, shaking "And 4:30 p.m. is surely the time when he will tell how he's gonna kill us..."

"Keep calm, Kyle, please" I invited him "How could this picture be related to what's happening?"

"I don't know and I'm not sure I want to..." commented the kid, going down to have breakfast.

When we had finished, I took my car and went to the bus stop, where Stan Cartman and Kenny were waiting for us: "Have you received any photos, too?" I asked, when they jumped in the car

"Yes" confirmed Stan "Attempted murder to my grandpa, piracy on Japanese boats and public indecency in San Diego..."

"I told you that you'd been ended jackin' it there..." reminded Kyle

"Is it the moment?" asked Stan, nervous

"Underage oral sex with Tammy, drug abuse when I cheesed, unlicensed attempted abortion to my mother..." listed Kenny

"I win for sure" intervened Cartman "Attempted genocide on Jews, enforced cannibalism on Scott Tenorman and unlicensed surgery on Butters..."

"Jesus Christ..." I commented "I feel like I'm driving the infernal Uber: where do you find the time to break all of this rules?"

"I think you're missing the point, G" affirmed Stan "What is Trent Boyett gonna do with those pictures?"

"Just wait for eight hours and you'll receive an answer, and try not to think about it until it comes" I concluded, stopping my car in front of the school "Bye, guys, and keep me informed of any further development..."

"Bye, G" greeted the kids, jumping down of the car

During the school day I didn't receive any call from the kids, so I thought that everything had went good, but when I came in front of the building to pick up them, I saw four upset expressions: "Is there any news?" I asked

"We've just received another envelope" informed Kyle "The decisive one..."

"Time?" I asked again

"4:30 p.m." answered Cartman "As he promised..."

"Have you already opened it?" I informed myself

"Not yet" answered Kenny "We were waiting for you..."

"Let's go home" I decided

When we had been locked ourselves into Kyle's room, the kids finally revealed the content of the new letter: "I'm waiting for you at the food distribution warehouse tomorrow morning at 5 a.m..." read Stan "Be on time or your punishment will be even worse..."

"Where is this place?" I asked

"On the hill" said Kenny "It takes 20 minutes by car..."

"No way!" decided Cartman "I'm not waking up at 4:30!"

"Do you seriously think that the problem is the time, fat ass?" asked Kyle "This are our last hours of life..."

"Kyle, you've always been the most rational here" I pointed out "If your mental sanity falls, the whole group will fall with you..."

"I know, but I'm really terrified..." sighed the kid, making himself fall on his bed

"I don't understand why he chose that place..." I commented "It's such a strange place..."

"There are a lot of industrial machines" affirmed Stan "Perfect to cut us into little slices..."

"Stan, please..." I implored

In that moment, Kyle's mum entered the room, making us wince: "Did I scared you?" she asked, worried

"No, mum" answered her son "Is there any problem?"

"Yes, our turkey has disappeared" informed Sheila "It was in our fridge, I don't know where it could have gone..."

"That's really strange..." I commented

"The strangest thing is that I've just received some calls" continued the woman "And apparently also Sharon, Liane and Carol have lost their turkey"

"Is there any way to solve this problem?" I asked, trying to hide the kids, whose faces had become more worried

"The only solution is waking up really early and go to the food distribution warehouse" declared Sheila "It's the only place that could have a turkey on Thanksgiving..."

The last three words of her first sentence had totally paralyzed the kids, while I tried to look as calm as possible: "I can go there and buy four new animals..." I proposed

"Would you really do that?" asked Kyle's mum

"Yes, why not?" I answered "You can also inform the other families"

"Thank you, G, you're really an angel" smiled Sheila "Now I'll leave you, bye guys!"

When the door was closed again, Cartman commented: "You've just signed our death sentence..."

"I'll protect you" I affirmed "Is a freaking 9 year-old kid, he won't hurt me..."

"He literally massacred twenty middle school kids, has a lot of criminal friends and in some way he managed to sneak into our houses to steal a turkey and force us to go there" reminded Kyle "Are you sure that it won't be dangerous for you?"

"I don't know" I affirmed "But we have to do that..."

"And how could we leave our houses during the night without being caught by our parents?" asked Kenny

"Just put some pillows in your bed in order to make a fake sleeping body, and I don't believe you if you tell me that you've never done that..." I explained "We're leaving from this garden, tomorrow at 4:40 a.m.: in one way or another this story will come to an end..."

"Ok, I'll buy a bulletproof vest" commented Cartman

"I'll pray for the whole evening" added Stan

"And I'll hide all my sexy magazines" concluded Kenny

We looked at him, puzzled, and Kenny spoke again: "What's up? If I die, my mum will never be able to find them..."

The three kids left the room and I asked Kyle: "And you? What will you do?"

"I'll try not to have a heart attack before the end of the day..." sighed the kid

The following morning I was driving to the food warehouse with the kids: they didn't pronounce a word, and the atmosphere in the car was full of anxiety.

I parked my Volkswagen: "Is this the place?"

I only received a general nodding as an answer, and we got off the car, standing in front of that big, grey building.

I looked at my watch: "5:00 a.m. and no one is here..."

I hadn't finished my sentence yet, when the noise of a gunshot ripped out the cold November fog: the kids hid themselves behind me and an adult voice said: "Hands up, don't move and let the kids advance..."

At that moment I was really worried and obeyed, while the four shaking kids made some steps ahead: from the fog appeared a young, muscled man full of tatoos that pointed a revolver to me and a little blond kid with a checked coat: "Hello, assholes..." smirked the kid

"What d-d-do you want f-f-from us, Trent?" muttered Stan

"I was wrongly sent to prison for two times, both for your fault" explained Trent "You've stolen me my childhood, and I'm here to stole yours..."

"Please, don't kill us" implored Kenny

"I'm gonna do something even worse..." smiled the criminal "Do you remember the photos that I sent you? These are only the top of the iceberg..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" shouted the young tattooed man, continuing to point me his weapon "Another word and I'll shot you..."

"I've made a little research, and I discovered all the terrible things that you've done in these years" continued Trent, pulling out a DVD "Everything is on this little device, that I'm gonna give to Channel 4: they will transmit it on the national television during the Thanksgiving lunch, so the whole country will know that you're the worst people on the whole Earth and you'll be sent to prison..."

"You won't do that, asshole!" exclaimed Cartman

"Shut your fucking mouth, Cartman!" replied Kyle, nervous "You're making things even worse..."

"Ahahahahahah" laughed Trent "You can't stop me, God knows who's the good and who're the bad ones..."

Then he spoke to the man that accompanied him: "Put the turkeys in your luggage van..."

"What!?" I shouted "Why!?

"I'm gonna destroy their lives and your lunch..." smirked Trent, while his henchman got on a SUV while continuing pointing the gun to me.

Trent reached him, and greeted: "Bye bye, douchebags..."

The car stormed out and we kept frozen for some seconds, then I exclaimed: "So? Are we gonna leave him do that?"

"No!" exclaimed Cartman "Never!"

"Let's follow them!" I exclaimed "Jump in my car, now!"

We ran to my Volkswagen and started to follow them, while the sun was rising and illuminating the highway: "They're too fast for us!" I commented "And the asphalt is too cold, I could put you into danger..."

"Speed up, G! Speed up!" encouraged Stan "Who cares about it now?"

I pushed the accelerator with all my strength, and after some kilometers we managed to approach to them: "I'll try to do the PIT!" I decided

"The what?" asked Kenny

"That thing that police cars do to stop criminals" I explained

"He can't know that, he's too poor to have a TV and see police movies..." commented Cartman

"This isn't the moment, Cartman!" I exclaimed, hitting the car for the first time on its right side: the SUV swerved but managed to continue to go

"Goddamn it!" exclaimed Kyle "Try again, G!"

I did the maneuver again, but Trent's driver saved himself another time: "Holy shit!" I exclaimed "Is he Lewis Hamilton or what?"

"Another time!" encouraged Stan "They won't resist for long..."

I pushed again the accelerator and hit the car for the third time: finally, the SUV went off the road, capsizing two times in the snow: "Jesus Christ..." commented Kenny, when I braked

"Let's go and see if they are ok" I proposed

We pulled over and got off my car, running to the SUV: Trent and his mate were luckily still alive: "Trent, are you ok?" asked Kyle

"Who's Trent?" asked the kid, touching his head "Why am I here? And who's this man that is with me?"

"I don't know" answered the tattooed one "Who are you?"

I looked at Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny, puzzled: "Let's call an ambulance..."

Nobody had the courage to tell them that they were going to ruin the kids' life...

Meanwhile, Cartman recovered the turkeys from the trunk and the CD from Trent's pocket: "It's perfectly entire..."

"Not for long" I declared "Give me that..."

Cartman obeyed and I broke it into several little parts, while Stan noticed: "There are some matchsticks on the ground, probably they were into the car..."

"Give me them, too..." I ordered

I placed the pieces of the DVD on the asphalt, enlightened some matchsticks and launched them on the ground, letting them burn the little plastic splinters: "Now, no one is gonna know what you have done" I affirmed

In the meantime, the ambulance arrived and took Trent and his friend: I explained them that we saw a broken car off the road and thought that they needed help.

When they had gone away on the white vehicle, Cartman smirked and listed: "To exceed speed limits, cause an accident, destroy the evidence and lie to the authority..."

"Huh?" I asked

"It seems that now you're a criminal, too..." completed Kenny

I looked at the kids and smiled: "Apparently, there is a voice into your head that tells you when breaking the rules it's fair..."

Stan laughed: "Thank you, G, you really saved us..."

"In this Thanksgiving day, it's me to thank you, guys" I answered "If my exchange year will be something to remember, it's also thanks to the troubles you get into and force me to help you..."

The kids smiled for one last time, and Kyle concluded: "Let's go home: now we can finally sleep in tranquillity..."

We returned to the town, and Stan, Kyle and Cartman brought their turkeys into their houses, while me and Kyle reached our bedroom and fell asleep with our normal clothes still on.

We slept just for four hours, but they were surely the best of my life...

This time, it was Gerald who came to wake us up: "Good morning, guys... Thank you for the turkey, G..."

"No problem" I answered, winking to Kyle "It was a joke..."

"Now come downstairs, we have to introduce you a person" invited Kyle's dad, leaving the room

Kyle's expression changed: "Oh, no..." he murmured

"What?" I asked

"I thought we were free from him..." commented Kyle "Let's go..."

We went to the living room, while a little kid with brown hair, a pair of glasses and two big bags smiled to Kyle: "Hello, cousin Kyle!"

"Hi, Kyle..." greeted my host brother, with no excite,ent

Then the brown-haired kid looked at me "Oh, you must be G: I'm Kyle's cousin, Kyle, my uncles have told me about you..."

"Nice to meet you!" I greeted "How much are you staying? Your bags are pretty big..."

"Oh, only one night" answered the kid "One of them is totally for my medicines, just in case..."

"Ah..." I commented, surprised

In that moment, Sheila intervened: "You can put your luggage into Kyle's room, Kyle..."

"Ok, see you in a minute, guys..." declared Kyle's cousin, going upstairs

When he had gone, Kyle could finally express his feelings: "Oh, shit!"

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too, dude..." I laughed