Tweek had been pretty calm on his first day, minus the twitching, the spasms every time someone walked through the door, and the occasion all scream of, 'oh god, oh god, I can't remember how to turn off the coffee machine, oh god'. Of course, Tweek was much better off than if he was going at it alone.

Which is the exact thing he went through on Sunday, when Craig's family came back home.

Craig had spent all of Saturday afternoon looking at photos, being told of what fun they had, and what's been going on with Aunt so-and-so. Frankly, he wanted to shoot himself. Tweek was in the same boat.

He could barely stand it and spent most of the morning in a ball on the floor behind the counter. Finally, he just got sick of it. So he fixed himself a white mocha and left.

He walked all around South Park, which didn't take that long.

He passed by Cartman, and upon seeing him Tweek tried to make himself invisible. But Cartman was more preoccupied at the time. He was spruced up, hair combed neat and tidy, even ironed his shirt for christ's sake. He mumbled some rehearsed words to a bouquet of red roses. A huge one. Must have cost him at least all of the money he made selling aborted fetuses. Tweek seemed confused by the sight, but cared not to try and find out. He stood a few yards away, unnoticed, while he watched Cartman suddenly look up at the hill he was by, then the tree, then back to the hill. With determination, he trudged up. Still, Tweek was not brave enough to bother with walking into the lion's den, so he walked on.

Somehow, he ended up at the mall. It was odd, because Tweek hated the mall. Huge crowds. Anonymous faces. And so. Many. Bags. Who KNOWS what's in those bags?? And trusting people he didn't know was not Tweek's thing. Thanks to the Ghost of Human Kindness.

Tweek stared up at the mall, which loomed as much as a building can in South Park. He took a deep breath, and decided that maybe the mall could take his mind off of Craig.

After twenty minutes of wandering the mall and trying not to scream every time a person bumped into him.

He eventually found the food court, where Stan, Kyle, and Kenny sat. They were at least neutral ground, so Tweek thought he might go for it.

"H-hey, guys." Stan and Kyle turned around in synch. Stan seemed a little disappointed, but didn't say anything. Kyle glared at him for that.

Then Kyle looked up to Tweek and smiled good-naturedly. "Hey Tweek. What's up?" Tweek shrugged and noticed it had been a while since he had spoken to any of the four of them. He could at least have the decency to actually converse if he was going to bother them like this. So he tried.

"Well-"

Ten minutes later, Tweek was half stumbling half running out of the food court. Well, crap, that went horribly.

He winded up running slam into Token.

"Hey, man." Token grinned as he straightened Tweek up. "Where have you been the past week?"

Tweek flushed, remembering the honest truth of where he was. Then he picked it up, "Oh, you know, just… Lying… Around." He cleared his throat. "I got a new job." Token nodded, giving Tweek one of those, 'I know you're up to something but I wont ask what' looks.

"Ok," Token said. "Sure. But I bet you weren't just lying around. I bet you were up to something pretty…" His grin stretched. "Interesting." He laughed and patted Tweek on the back a little too hard.

"Uh… yeah. He he he."

"So, I'll let it go, if…"

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Craig had narrowly escaped his mom's grasp on how much fun it was buying grapefruit out of town and the rash his dad got and what the hell happened to all the Ritz crackers.

Immediately, he went to the Starbucks. But there was no Tweek to be found. So he took his dad's truck to the Tweak residents, but there was no one home at all.

So Tweek was wandering around somewhere. Fine. He would turn up eventually.

Craig drove down to Clyde's house to take care of some unfinished business.

"Craig known as Wide Angle Lens known as Action Man known as Floor Lover known as Fiery Boy in the Baby Blue?"

"Clyde."

Craig walked in and went straight to Clyde's room. "Don't you have any manners?" Craig ignored him and crawled over the other's bed to the nightstand.

"You're been feeding him right? If he's dead, I swear to God, Clyde…" He picked up the cage and set it down in his lap. Craig looked over to Clyde before opening it, to which Clyde very quickly looked away. "…Sick-o." He opened it up, dug around a little, and pulled out Stripe.

Clyde glared, a little offended, but let it slide. "Goddamn, that guinea pig is old, Craig. I don't think he'll ever die." Craig rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I got to go." He put Stripe back in his cage and locked it.

"Hey, wait." Clyde stopped Craig at the doorway, kicking it shut in case he tried some manuver. "So, you dump your stupid rat on me", He grabbed Craig's wrist as it came up to smack him. "Then you disappear for a week, and you show back up on the floor of a coffee shop? What's going on with you man?"

He gave Clyde a look for a second, then sighed and relaxed a little. Even chuckled a bit. "Man…" Craig didn't really know what to say. He was screwing his best friend non-stop for the past four days? Not. That. So, because he couldn't think of anything to say after the, 'man', he didn't say anything for a few minutes. They both stood, Craig's wrist still being clenched, Stripe's cage in Craig's other arm, and Clyde waiting expectantly.

Clyde sighed, fed up. "Fine. Whatever." So, instead of pushing the issue, he walked Craig backwards, very gently took the cage from his hand and put it on the floor, then before Craig could ask what the hell he was doing, tipped him backwards onto his bed and got on top of him.

"Clyde, what the FU-" But Clyde easily interrupted Craig with his own lips.

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Tweek was standing on the mall's roof, wearing goggles and a parachute backpack. Token was standing by, looking down at the rush hour traffic.

"Ohgodohgodohgod."

"Hm. Look at all those cars. Going forty miles an hour. Juuuuust next to the target." Token pointed to the tiny red target that was only a few feet away from the street. There were already a few people standing around it, looking up and chattering about the events they were told to take place.

"Why aren't YOU jumping?" Tweek was shaking worse than ever.

"Pfft. You kidding? I could get KILLED. Screw that." He laughed and patted Tweek on the back. "You'll be fine." Then, with another, harder pat on the back, Tweek fell very ungracefully.

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