Outside of Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie

"Cartman, you're making yourself look retarded. What are you doing?" Stan glared at Cartman, who had been sifting through his backpack.

He pulled out a small, green spray. Suddenly, he ran up to Kenny and sprayed whatever was in it into his mouth who then began choking on whatever Cartman had put into his mouth.

It had a minty taste. He had tried to use breath spray on him for some odd reason.

"What the fuck was that for, asshole?" Kenny wheezed between every breath.

"Yeah, dude. What the hell?" Kyle asked.

"It's breath spray, dickhead. You already smell like ass, when you're both slobbering your tongues together, I thought you could use some."

"You could've at least warned me about it, damnit!" Whatever left that was in his throat was gone. He then threw on his backpack and went in.

When he got inside, the same man from Monday was at the counter. Large and burly, he probably didn't want to pick a fight with that guy. He probably would've been crushed by his hands alone.

He looked up and smiled. "Looks like you guys are back! Guess I should ring up your order."

"No, uh, not me. I'm here to see Marinette."

The man looked up. "She's not here right now." He began to tense up. "Are you one of her classmates?"

"We've been here for a week."

"I'm still not sure, I think I should call her." He reached through his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Outside of the restaurant, the Boys were sitting at a table when Marinette ran towards them.

"Is Kenny already there?"

"He's been there for a while." Stan was typing on his phone, most likely texting to Wendy but stopped to look into the window. "Is that your dad yelling at him...?"

"Oh no." Marinette immediately ran for the door.

When she opened it, Kenny was already inside, probably getting a stern talk from her dad. "He's one of my classmates! He's my partner for the project!" She closed the door. "Sorry about my dad. He can be a bit rough around people he doesn't know."

"Well then." He moved out of the way, revealing an opening between the waiting room and behind the counter. "I should've been a little gentler on you. My name's Mr. Dupain. I'm Marinette's dad."

"I knew you were one of her classmates the moment I saw you." The petite Asian woman from before, presumably her mother, "He must've lashed at you for being a boy."

"I have one question though. About your friend with the raspberry macaroons. Does he eat them all?" She looked worried.

"Of course- I mean, he does." Kenny put his parka on the couch in the living room.

"Oh no!" She ran to pick it up and placed it in on a hanger. "I probably should have shown you where the closet was."

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Mom!" Marinette walked up a nearby staircase and opened a hatch on the ceiling. "My room is up here."

But for some reason, while he knew why he was here, he, for some odd reason, wanted to stay by them. They were gentle and good-natured and actually seemed to care about her.

His parents were the absolute opposite. They didn't give a fuck whether he or any of his siblings starved or froze to death. They were absolute addicts, who constantly fed all their addictions with whatever money they got by with. He guessed that he must have taken on an addiction of his own, but not from what his parents had, but for love.

Marinette threw open the hatch. "Everything's set up on my desk-" She stopped to look at him. "Yeah. Everyone has the same face when they see my room for the first time."

It must've originally been an attic because he had never seen a room so spacious, and pink. Everywhere he looked, there were multiple shades of it.

He stepped off of the stairs and onto the wooden floor and gaped in shock. Maybe Cartman was right about the French having it easy as much as he hated to admit it.

"I got a bunch of books from the library yesterday and some stuff for the poster- Did I even bring it upstairs? Hold on, let me check."

Almost immediately Marinette jumped down from her room back down to the floor below.

She ran into the bathroom and opened her purse.

"Tikki, this is going to be so embarrassing! What am I going to do?" She put her hands on her head. "I forgot to take down most of the photos of Adrien! And my background!"

"Did he even notice?" Tikki countered.

"I don't think so."

"Then it's not even the big deal you're making it out to be."

There was a knock on the door.

"Marinette, are you looking for the posterboard?" It was her mother.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have it with me. But I don't know why you were in the bathroom looking for it."

"Sorry about what happened, again."

She placed the posterboard onto whatever space was left on the desk. "I think all we have left is just to put everything on here."

"A for the effort." Kenny laughed.

They both sat down on the identical chairs nearby. "I don't have any idea on what we should put on it first, honestly," he admitted. "Do you?"

"I do." She pulled out a pack of markers. "Are you decent at art?"

He took one of the markers, the black one. "I guess I am."

"We could draw anything related to our element so it catches people's eyes, you know? This thing's pretty big, so I think both of us should work on it together."

She then pulled out a pack of large, golden letters. "These are for the title at the top."

He looked at the supplies and snickered to himself. "You're way more prepared for this than I am at this."

Suddenly, Marinette's computer turned on but immediately flashed to static before the screen turned into what could be a seizure-enduring scene of neon purples and white.

"What the hell?" Kenny covered his eyes. "Did you turn it on?"

"No!" Marinette attempted to turn off the screen but to no avail. Instead, the screen flashed to a familiar figure in from of the Hôtel Le Grand Paris.

"Attention all citizens of Paris. Long time no see, and hello to some new faces visiting us. I am Lady Wifi, revealer of the truth, and destroyer of lies! I've come to you with the news story that you never knew you wanted; the scoop on who dared destroy the hard work of the Ladyblog!"

Kenny took out his phone and took a photo of Marinette's screen. Without haste, he opened the small group chat that he, Kyle, Stan, and Cartman formed and posted it with a signature caption: "Kyle! Your girlfriend's on her period! Get her a tampon!"

Kenny then turned to Marinette, who was as shocked as he was but not as confused. This must've been more common than he thought.

"Whatever Chloé and Cartman did must've pissed her off."

"But who would do such a thing? Just hack into her blog like that?"

"Someone with a vengeance and really good skill." Someone like Kyle Broflovski, who he wouldn't dare mention to save face.

"Or Chloé could've hired someone to do it. But who?" No one hired Kyle to do anything.

Suddenly, Marinette ran for the hatch and opened it. "I'm really sorry again, but I, uh, forgot my... special drawing pens downstairs!" She laughed awkwardly. "Be right back!"

Whatever. It gave him time to become Mysterion and kick ass. He then opened his backpack and pulled out the purple costume.

Marinette jumped down and went back into the bathroom, and opened her purse as Tikki zoomed out.

"I can't believe Chloé would do something so ridiculous! I thought she liked the Ladyblog!"

"Be careful, Marinette! It won't be the same as the last time you fought her! She could be even more powerful, perhaps more than the Evillustrator!"

"I think we've got this. Mysterion's able to handle it."

"If you're confident in what you say, I believe you."

Marinette swiped her earring. "Tikki, spots on! Yeah!"

Outside Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie

Cartman snorted at Kenny's message. "I can't believe Kenny roasted your ass!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cartman! You do know that if you had just kept your fucking mouth shut, maybe this wouldn't have happened!" Kyle retorted.

"Oh, yeah? Well, maybe if you didn't Jew all of us by hacking into that fucking blog of hers, this shit wouldn't have happened! But no, you're just a fucking Jew!" Cartman retorted.

"I didn't mean for that to happen! It was you and Chloé who took everything too far for a retarded joke that hurt her! You should fucking think before you say anything!" Kyle got louder.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Oh, Kyle! You think you're the better person because you act nice? At least I'm not the one who started it!"

"You're the one who pissed her off, fatass!"

"What are you going to do about it now? Jew yourself out like you usually do so you can get into her pants-"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, CARTMAN!" Kyle roared.

They got quiet. Stan stood up. "You both need to fucking calm down-"

Their phones suddenly began to vibrate rapidly and flash into the same colors as Marinette's computer. They dropped their phones onto the table until the colors turned into an ear-piercing static. It was like watching the last breaths of a dying animal but digital

The screens manually turned to black, and then to the same scene, but this time with a terrified Butters held hostage.

"Butters is gonna say it's you. Watch." Cartman snickered.

"Is it true that you saw the bully, criminal, and scum who got into the Ladyblog and made those rude and demeaning edits?"

Butters just looked into the camera terrified.

"Hello? I'm not waiting all day for you to tell me if you did!"

"Y-y-yeah." He gulped.

"Then tell all of Paris who did it."

Butters gulped but kept his mouth shut. Surprisingly out of character for him.

"You're no help to the mission, then." She swiped on her phone and trapped the blonde behind a bright pink pause button, which stopped him in place. "Next time, I'll find out who Mysterion really is under that mask. Stay connected!"

The screen turned to black.

"Do you guys think Kenny would punch a girl in the face if he had to?" Stan asked.

Le Hôtel Grand Paris

Cat Noir stood on the rooftops near the grand hotel, waiting for his two accomplices, but looked into the window, pondering on what Chloé had said during chemistry.

There was no way that Mysterion was Eric Cartman, whether Alya meant it or not. Aside from the, well, obvious physical difference, he just found it silly that one of Chloé's new lackies or possibly her second-in-command would be empathetic enough to do what the caped vigilante had done.

But what if Alya had written that he was Mysterion? That was ridiculous, but certainly possible. After all, they looked similar if not like twins! He just hoped Mysterion's ice blue eyes cut him off the list.

"Boo."

Cat frantically turned around to see Mysterion waving slowly. The masked man laughed.

"I hope you don't think I'm Eric Cartman too."

He got up. "No way! It was too obvious that it was a lie. I mean... you don't even look like him!"

"I was hoping I didn't have the cholesterol levels of a seventy-year-old man." Mysterion giggled slightly as he then peered over at the hotel. "What about this one?"

"Lady WiFi. Her powers come from her phone. You've probably seen her message to all of Paris to how she's going to find out who you really are."

He'd already had the pleasure of witnessing one of her messages from Marinette's room, but not one on him. Mysterion placed his hand onto his chest. "About me? How flattering."

"The last time we fought her, we stopped her by getting to the source of the signal, but she's probably got a few tricks up her sleeves."

A yo-yo then zipped by and tied itself to a nearby chimney. Ladybug jumped from the rooftop behind them and landed exactly in between.

"Sorry to interrupt your little bonding moment but we've got a WiFi bandit on our hands!"

Mysterion looked forward, eager to get this over with. "Then let's get WiFi!"

However, when Ladybug threw her yo-yo, it hit the air around them like there was a clear wall in front of them, and turned back and almost hit the trio as if it were a boomerang

"What the hell?" Mysterion asked.

Where the yo-yo landed, a dome of transparent. orange erupted as a screen lit up in the sky.

"Did you really think that I was just going to let you inside? Well, control X that idea, because you'll have to get through my firewall! This baby will give me unlimited service, so don't think running to the basement will help you!"

"I'll be waiting for you if you can even get through!" Lady WiFi cackled as she swiped on her phone and the screen went away.

"How are we going to get through that thing?" Cat Noir asked. "We're really playing with fire!"

Ladybug quickly glanced around until she spotted something, and came up with an idea. "The only way we're going to break that firewall is by weakening her service. She must be using any WiFi she can get!"

"Then we'll have to make her service weak to get through." Mysterion looked at Ladybug's yo-yo and Cat Noir's baton. "What can you use these things for?"

Cat Noir picked his baton. "A lot of things."

"Let's see if they can call." Mysterion grabbed both weapons and tied them together. After doing so, he began to swing the mega-weapon.

"What the?" Ladybug looked at it in confusion. "Are you trying to call someone on my yo-yo?"

It was a little trick he had learned from Kyle, who learned how to phreak over the summer before freshman year and taught his friends the basics.

They'd done the basic 2600 Hz trick a few times, but this one was different. They'd use two different phones, put them near each other and call the same number. Putting them together, they could get into any phone line they desired. Poor Mr. Mackey and the Stotches were usually the victims.

"She's probably using the service of peoples' phones to make her stronger. As I said, we just need a stronger signal to get past." He hoped he had explained it as good as Kyle did when they tried it.

He swung the yo-yo around and hit the firewall hard enough that a hole big enough for them to get past broke through.

"That actually worked!" Cat Noir exclaimed in surprise.

"It did!" Mysterion briefly broke out of character and gaped in awe from his accomplishment.

"Well, what are you guys waiting for?" Ladybug took her yo-yo back and began to swing it around her. "Let's really get WiFi!"

"Impossible! How'd they already get through my firewall?" Lady WiFi grunted in frustration. This was not going to work the way she intended. Now for Plan B.

Then, a butterfly pattern appeared onto her face.

"Remember why I even chose to give you these powers, WiFi. I want the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses, and whatever that vigilante has!" Hawkmoth demanded. "I'm not playing silly games for this!"

"I'm on it!" Lady WiFi grunted and ran into the hallway, unexpectedly running into the trio.

"Service's down, WiFi! You have no choice but to log off and shut down!" Cat Noir retorted.

"You two romantics? And your little third wheel? Funny enough, Mysterion, you just fell face-first into your trap!" She whipped out her phone and swiped a pause button right at him. He jumped away but she kept swiping at them, trying to get the perfect shot.

"This hallway is too narrow! We're going to have to get to somewhere bigger!" Ladybug yelled.

"You two try to distract her!" Mysterion quickly glanced at Lady WiFi, and then back at the bug and cat duo. "I'll tell you later!" He immediately ran for the stairs.

"Focus on Ladybug and Cat Noir, not him! He's only a distraction! Get their Miraculouses! Now!" Hawkmoth demanded again.

Mysterion jumped through the staircases until he reached the first floor and burst out. Outside, Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were waiting patiently.

"Let me guess, you phreaked through? I told you that would be useful!" Kyle smirked. "Didn't I, guys?"

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man."

"I'm going to try getting everyone out of here. She's draining all our phones for everything they've got!" Mysterion turned to Kyle. "Do you think you can try to break through this thing?"

"I can try. This thing's fucking huge."

"Don't give me the try bullshit. Just do it." Mysterion began walking away.

"Hey. I won't be doing shit like this for free for you if you call Alya my fucking girlfriend again, asshole. Got it?"

Mysterion chuckled as he opened the slide doors.