A/N: Yeah, still nothing guys XD

"Butters! Let's not get crazy here!" Stan cried in desperation.

"IT ISN'T 'BUTTERS' IT'S PROFESSOR CHAOS YOU FOOL! NOW WHY ARE YOU FAKING BEING UNDER MY CONTROL? DID TIMOTHY PUT YOU UP TO THIS?"

"Nonononononononono. I'm here on my own accord. I was trying to figure out what you were up to, please I need to get home my parents will be worried about me."

"YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE, TOOLSHED! MYSTERION, COON, GRAB HIM! DO NOT LET HIM ESCAPE! HUMAN KITE, GET A ROPE! Looks like we got ourselves a prisoner."

Jimmy, Timmy, Tweek, and all the other boys' parents are in the hospital. Token was only in for stitches but Craig and Clyde were in critical condition. Craig's parents arrived at the hospital in a frantic state. When they received a phone call that Craig was in the hospital with a gunshot wound to the shoulder they freaked. They demanded Tweek to tell them what had happened, which meant the gang had to tell their parents the truth. About their identities, their powers, everything. For the most part, the parents were okay with these powers, as long as they were fighting for good. The moment was cut a bit short when Jimmy's phone went off.

"He-hello?"

"JIMMY! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

"T-t-toolsh-sheeee sheeee t-toolsheeeee Toolshed?"

"They found out I was faking! I'm tied up right now and I need help! Can you get the other Coon and friends here?"

Tweek walked over and took the phone.

"Stan? I thought you were under Chaos' control."

"I wasn't. I was faking so I could be an inside man for the Coon and Friends but I was found out. I'm tied up and I can't move my hands to form scissors or something. Can you get over here? I need you!"

"No dice, Stan. Kenny shot Craig and Kyle blasted Clyde clear out of the sky, TWICE! The Coon and friends are down, dude. Until further notice you're on your own. I can go tell your mother the situation, and theirs, but that's as far as I can go. I can't do much without Super Craig and he's in surgery right now getting a bullet removed from HIS SHOULDER!"

"I'm sorry, Tweek, but please, Butters has plans for our friends while they are forced to do his bidding treating him like he's Hitler or something. All they do when he talks to them is pound their right fist in the air and say "Hail Chaos". Kyle is my best friend and I hate to see him like that. You fought them, right. Didn't it unsettle you that there were three people that you've known for a long time who had zero control of their lives. Do you think Kenny would have shot you, or Craig? Do you think Kyle would shoot Clyde out of the sky? And if we were talking a few years ago this statement would hold zero weight, but do you think Cartman would have attacked Token and Craig to that extent?"

Tweek thought of that for a second, but came up with something else to say.

"Wait, if you're tied up, how are you on the phone?"

"I'm practically all tools and machinery in an organic body. I'm talking to you in my head."

"I'M IN YOUR HEAD?! OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"Tweek, calm down!"

"I'm sorry Stan I have to go!"

"Tweek wait-"

He was cut off by the dial tone in his head. He mentally hung up and sighed.

"I'm never getting out of here." He said sadly. "I'm just not."

Tweek left the hospital determined to keep his promise to Stan. He was hesitant to knock on the door but he knew that he had to for Stan's sake. Just because most of the coon and friends can't do anything doesn't mean there isn't anyone who can.

"Oh Hello Tweek. I'm afraid Stanley isn't home right now. Actually he was supposed to be home a half hour ago."

"Actually, Mrs. Marsh, that's why I'm here. Your son has been taken prisoner by a super villain by the name of Professor Chaos."

"Professor Chaos? You mean the kid who stole all that mind control stuff? What does he want with my son?"

"May I come in?"

"Yes, of course."

Tweek walked into the house and sat on the couch.

"Your son is one of the coon and friends, the protectors of this town. I'm one of them too. At first it was just a game. We played super heroes for fun, but then we realized the game wasn't a game. Our powers were all too real. For example, your son can become any tool necessary for any job. He is Toolshed. I have the ability to control weather. Is that coffee too hot?"

"Uh, I guess a little."

"Here, allow me."

He took the mug and pointed his finger at it, causing some ice to shoot out.

"Wow, it's perfect. Thank you."

"No problem. Anyways, I can control weather, my name is Wonder Tweek. Your son, as well as three other heroes, are being held hostage by Chaos. With your son being how he is and I mean that in a nice way, he was immune to the mind control device, but unfortunately Kenny, Kyle, and Cartman are all under Chaos' control. Stan pretended to be controlled too but it backfired when he was found out. He called us and told us that he was tied up and that Chaos had plans for the super heroes. And having three super powered beings let loose on South Park can only mean disaster."

"Is my son alright?"

"I think so."

"Oh thank god."

"But if Chaos is planning on destroying South Park, who knows how long until everyone is in danger. Mrs. Marsh, we need to save your son, and I promise you we'll do whatever we can to bring him home safe."

"Thank you, Wonder Tweek. I pray that you can."

Tweek didn't have the heart to tell her it will take a long time. He didn't have the heart to tell her the Coon and Friends is down, or that he told her son that he was on his own at the moment. He felt guilty for what he said. But then he remembered something that was important. He ran off to the hospital.

-End Chapter 3-