Chapter 11 is here, I told you I'd be updating soon. Anyway, I've been reading some fanfiction and there's this really good one which has reached Chapter 4 but only has 3 reviews and so I promised the writer I'd mention her Fanfic called South Park: Another and I'm not going to ruin the plot for you but it's really good and you should check it out!

'I know what we can do!' Exclaimed Kyle, gleefully jumping up and down on his bed, as if in a trance, just when his dad walks in.

'Kyle, you're not on drugs are you?' Gerald Broflovski asked concerned

'No dad!' Kyle answered 'Why are you even here?'

'Oh, errmmm, wait I know this one, errmmm ,well, errrr... I forgot!'

'Get out!' Kyle screamed

'Okay Mr Moody Pants!' said Gerald making his way out 'Just don't do drugs, me ad your mother can tell you first hand-'

Kyle slammed the door before his dad could finish, still on the phone to Stan.

'What, Kyle- what's your great idea!' Stan anticipated.

'We could shoot Cartman!' Kyle buzzed

'Jesus Christ Kyle!' Stan was shocked, he never knew his friend could go that far.

'What, you know we should!' said Kyle 'He's always ripping on people and insulting people and it's not right. He's just a waste of space, the only person who likes him is his mom and we'd be making the world a better place!'

'Yeah but... well... we can't because... eh I got nothing' Stan mumbled as he knew Kyle was right. 'But when...how?!'

While the two boys chattered away, they had no idea that Cartman had rigged all of the phones, and mobile phones in the Broflovski house and was tracing their call.

'So, at midnight tonight, outside Cartman's house we're gonna snipe him?!'

'Yeah, don't worry, I've had rifle lessons, this'll be a piece of cake!'

At that moment Kyle's mom Sheila burst in.

'Kyle, honey have you been doing drugs?!'

'GET OUT!' shouted Kyle.

On the 'Jewbusters' Facebook Group...

Eric Cartman:

So Butters, apparently the Jewrat is planning to kill me, I'm going to need your help in stopping him, I'm thinking we stakeout in my room and shoot them when they come.

Butters Stotch:

Well, I don't think that's such a great idea Eric, plus my parents grounded me, I'm not even supposed to be on Facebook.

Eric Cartman:

Butters do you want me to be fucking killed! And if you've went against your parents to go on Facebook then you've already gone against your parents and therefore have nothing to lose!

Butters Stotch:

Well, I suppose you're right.

Eric Cartman:

Great! The Jewrat is planning on shooting me at midnight, so meet me at my house at 11 o'clock. AND BRING SNACKS!

At 11 o'clock at Cartman's house...

Butters stood at Cartman's front door with a pillowcase flung over his shoulder full of Doritos and Reece's Bars and a Tubberware tub full of the Marshmallow pieces in Lucky Charms. He knocked on the door.

'MOM GET THE FRONT DOOR!' could be heard from inside. Cartman's mo opened the door.

'Oh, you must be Eric's friend, he's in his room, it's right at the end of the hall'

'Err, thanks Miss Cartman!' said Butters as he made his way up to Cartman's room.

'Hey Eric, I brought snacks, just like you told me to!' said Butters as he burst into Cartman's room.

'Good job Butters,' muttered Cartman as he dramatically looked out of the window 'all we have to do now is wait.'

Cartman opened up his toy chest where he picked up some long distance rifles, an assault shield and his best friend/ favourite toy, Clyde Frog.

'Oh, Eric you're so brave' said Clyde frog (which was just Cartman putting on a voice)

'I know Clyde frog, but it has to be done' Cartman slowly opened a bag of his favourite snack, Cheesy Poofs and proceeded to eat them.

'Err Eric?' Butters said awkwardly, although he was seriously trying not to burst out laughing.

'Shut up BUTTERS!' screamed Cartman just as Kyle and Stan appeared over the horizon, armed and ready.

'TAKE COVER BUTTERS!' whispered Cartman, we don't want them to know what we're up to. Cartman passed Butters all of the weaponry and ammo as he could carry.

'Okay Butters,' said Cartman, watching Kyle and Stan making sure he couldn't be seen 'on the count of three, we shoot... 1... 2... 3!' screamed Cartman jumping up.

'What's that?' asked Stan peering into Cartman's window

'I think it's Cartman, and he's got a gun...HE'S GOT A GUN!' panicked Kyle

'RUN!' bellowed Stan. Luckily for the two of them, Cartman and Butters were not very good shots.

'Dammit Butters, the Jewrat got away!' complained Cartman.

Just past the horizon, Kyle and Stan were panting heavily.

'JESUS CHRIST!' said Stan

'I guess Cartman's more organised than we thought!'

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