Kenny awoke in his bed once again and groaned with sleepiness as he sat up. It hadn't taken him as long to revive this time for it was only 7 at night. During his deaths he noticed a certain pattern that they all followed: when he dies naturally he reawakens in his bed the next day, but when he commits suicide he regenerates in a few minutes. He felt something was missing, but what was it? He was about to shake off the feeling when he saw frost forming on his window pane. Frost! That's what he was missing. Death allowed him to recover from his sickness, so now it was safe for him to take Shay back. He lept out of bed and got his shoes on, making sure he went quickly, but quietly, out the door and to Kyle's house. That same night, Kyle discovered something that he thought made him and Shay have more of a connection: he was actually a she. That little detail changed everything between them and only Kyle knew of this.

"Kenny will know soon." Shay nodded.

While Kyle wasn't so sure, Shay had other matters in mind and reassured him that things will go through with plans. Plans? He wasn't so sure what her "plans" were, but he played along. Only Kyle heard the soft knocks on his window as Kenny threw snow at the glass. He was about to get up when the Jew finally opened up his window and whispered loudly down to him.

"Kenny! Where have you been Shay's been worried!" He beamed.

"I'm sorry, I haven't forgotten about him." He lied. "That cold delayed me a bit. If it's okay with you I'd like to take him back."

"Who?"

"Shay!"

A lightbulb lit up in Kyle's brain and he nodded, disappearing back into his room to wake her up. As he put his hand on her shoulder he yelped as coldness rushed into his palm and coated his fingers with frost. It isn't normal for a human to do this upon contact. There is something else that she's hiding from him. First it was revealed that she was an extremophillic, then the bathroom turned into a freezer after she got out of the shower, they were somehow connected to each other. He couldn't put the pieces together correctly because she stirred a bit and blue orbs were glaring up at him.

"Kenny's here to take you back, Shay." He whispered weakly.

"Really?" She sat up and smiled.

"Yes, do you have everything?"

"I should."

"Good, now let's go see him."

He guided her down the stairs and shook lightly at the draft Shay left behind. Once at the front door, Kenny and Shay ran and embraced one another as if they had known each other for many years. Kyle smiled at the sight, but felt a paing of jealousy in his chest. He rubbed his arms and stopped his teeth from chattering to make himself appear normal. Kenny didn't seem to appear to feel the coldness he felt when he put his hand on her shoulder, and for that the jealousy grew.

"Kenny, I'm taking Ike sledding tomorrow, why don't you and Shay come along?" He planned a way to see Shay again.

"That's sounds nice, I'll see if we can go." Kenny agreed. "Let's go home, Shay."

"Okay, Kenny." She took his hand the way a small child takes the hand of her older brother and they faded away into the winter morning.

In the distance, Cartman and Butters were undercover, hiding in some nearby bushes with a pair of binoculars and a chocolate bar. He watched as Kyle stood still while Kenny and Shay walked back into the ghetto parts of town. He tried to silence Butters when he cried out as snow crashed into his face, but had no time to as it covered his eye glasses and face. Without knowing he stood up from the bushes and shook his fist at Kyle.

"Ey! What the hell Kahl?" He yelled.

"I didn't know you were gay with Butters, Cartman." Kyle remarked.

"N-neither did I." Butters blushed.

"I'm not gay with Butters!" He brushed the snow off his eyes and walked up to Kyle like nothing happened. "So I had to see it to believe it. You were hiding the enemy!"

"Enemy?"

"That prick that wandered off with the poor kid!"

"Shay and Kenny?"

He rushed up to him and covered his mouth.

"Shhh! We don't say their name's out loud."

"It's a curse!" Butters agreed.

"Mhh! Stop it!" Kyle pushed him away. "They are not the enemies. I was just caring for he-him while Kenny was sick."

"Mm-hmm, and I see you planned the three of you on a sledding trip tomorrow?" Cartman wrote it in his small notebook. "I think I now know what's going on."

"Wh-what?"

"It's very clear that Kahl," He paused at the middle for a dramatic effect, "has feelings for Kinny's boyfriend."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't try to deny it! I know it may seem a bit...queer...in you perspective, but it's the whole truth." He giggled and danced around Broflovski chanting a sing-song. "Kahl, Kinny, and Slushy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"How is that even possible? It doesn't even make sense with three people!"

"Fine, Kahl and Slushy sitting-"

"Shut up and leave me alone!" Kyle shouted and slammed the door in Cartman's face.

"Very well, but let it be known that you will never get to live happily ever after, you stupid Jew! Believe me! I will do everything in my power to make you as miserable as possible! So miserable that it makes those Goth dicks look happy!" He yelled back and marched away.

Once home, Cartman was busy making his plans to ruin Kyle's life when the phone rang. He answered it and pretended to be someone else when an annoying voice came on.

"Cartman, is that you?" It was Wendy.

"W-Weendy! How are you this fine morning?" He made his voice go back to normal.

"Not so good, Stan is acting weird he doesn't want to go to the movies with me or go to Stark's Pond with me. He doesn't even want to be around me or talk with me anymore."

"So?"

"I was wondering if you would have some answers as to why he's acting this way."

"Nope nothing, good-bye." He was about to hang up when Wendy's voice stopped him.

"Wait! Don't hang up yet! I've got something to tell you."

Eric smirked and held the phone up to his ear.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses, Weendy."

"What?"

"I knew that sooner or later you would realize that I'm way kewler than that pussy Stan, but I'm afraid that I don't have time to cradle your precious emotions."

"What no! I've heard you need to get rid of that Shay kid and I think I know a way."

"Why do you want to help me?" He leaned back in his chair, his feet on his desk, while he twisted the phone wire with his finger.

"Because Bebe wants another chance with Kyle and she feels that Shay's getting in the way."

"What do you have?"

"Shay is a girl."

He was silent for a moment and then he chuckled cruelly.

"That's a good one, Weendy. You almost had me fooled there."

"No it's true!"

"Hahahaha, right. I'll pencil you down for a meeting with me at my house in exactly 8 hours."

"Why?"

"Just do it! If you're going to exterminate that prick then you'll need my help to do it."

"8 hours...that's at 3...I can't, Bebe's coming over to my place so we can plan out our appearance for the prom."

"But Weendyyyy I need you to be hya at that time!" He dragged out her name in an irritating whine.

"Cartmaaan," She copied his tone, "I'm not going to make it at that time!"

"No no no no, you're one of my henchmen now! You do what I say and get hya at 3 on the dime!"

"Since when did I agree to be apart of your goons?"

"Since you told me that little lie about Shay. Now get your ass down here at the set time!"

Wendy sighed angrily, "Fine, I'll be there."

"Good! We'll talk more when you arrive. Seig Heil! Heil Cartman!" He gave himself a salute over the phone. "Weendyy you gotta do it too!"

She growled and held up her arm in a Nazi salute.

"Seig Heil. Heil Cartman."

"Nein! More enthusiastic! Be proud you're serving me!" He commanded.

"SEIG HEIL! HEIL CARTMAN!" She shouted over the phone.

"Much better!" He cheered, but she had already hung up the phone.

Slowly Eric put the phone back on the reciever and he inclined forward, touching Wendy's picture with his finger tip.

"You will see soon, my dear. Stan will be no match to win your heart."

He sat at his window and watched the sun rise up, the sky dyed with beautiful purples, reds, and oranges. It drove away the darkness and soon transformed into a clear blue. Cartman had fallen asleep for a moment and was startled when knocking interrupted his dreams.

"Eric, honey, you're little friends are here to see you."

For a second he thought it might be Stan or even Kyle, but when he went to go see who it was Wendy and Butters sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Would you two like something to snack on?" Liane offered.

"No thank you, Miss Cartman." Wendy rejected politely.

"Okay, if you kids need anything I'll be in the kitchen."

Cartman was by his mother and as she moved away he directed them to follow him up the stairs to his room. They trailed behind him and, not before looking up and down the halls, he closed the door and put his hands together in a buisness-like manner.

"Now, do you all know why you are here?" He questioned.

"Ah, to be honest, I-I kinda forgot why I was here." Butters admitted.

"We're here for one objection, and that is to take down Shay Frost." Wendy said in a strong tone.

"That's right, and now I'll be giving you your code names. Butters, you will be known as Schwul, and Weendy will be Bonbon. I will be Führer. Got that?"

"Yeah..." They agreed.

"Nein! You must all agree with ja, mein Führer!"

"Ja, mein Führer!" They cried out.

"Good! Now we must plan an attack."

"A-attack?" Butters whimpered.

"Yes, Schwul, an attack." He pulled out a map he made that morning of Stark's Pond.

"Oh geez, I'll get grounded for sure."

He dropped three small objects onto the paper, a paper clip, a piece of candy, and a silver statue. Arranging them into their places, Cartman put three more onto the field, a small replica of David's Star, and two quarters.

"Now, hya are the three culprits we will be observing today, the Jew, the Poor Kid, and the Prick. We will be hiding in separate places, shown mya." He put the paper clip, candy, and statue in different areas. "Our job is to gather as much information as we can in order to plan out a precise attack on the enemy. Once we capture our main prey we'll send him to a concentration camp where we'll never have to worry about him again."

"You mean she." Wendy said.

"What?"

"Our prey, it's a she."

Cartman stood before her and slammed his hand on the desk. He became intimidated when she didn't flinch even once.

"I planned this mission, so you'll follow my rules and do what I say! If I think the Prick is a he, then he's a he!" Finally he settled down and walked to the window with his hands behind his back. "We leave at 1600. I even got you some kewl uniforms."

"Really?" Butters eyes beamed.

"They're in the closet."

The two guests checked it and brought out a couple tan german World War 2 uniforms. They fit perfectly and Butters was real proud of getting his own.

"Gee, I haven't ever gotten one before. This is a real honor." He smiled.

"Cartman, where did you get these?" Wendy approached him from behind.

"I found them in the attic when I was looking for something. I thought they were appropriate for our operation." He turned to her and lifted the swastika marked cloth around the arms of the jacket with a finger. "My meem told me they were real, authentic ones from the war."

"Don't you think this is going a bit too far?"

Eric looked into her eyes and she noticed something different. Instead of having an intense rage he had a calm, soothing stare. He took the uniform and put it against her to check the size.

"It's perfect, like it was made for you. Please, won't you try it on?"

He gave it back to her and she walked out of the room into the restroom. Butters began to strip right there in the middle of the floor and Cartman roughly threw a pillow at him.

"God damnit, Butters! What the hell are you doing?" He shouted.

"Oww! I thought I might see if the size is right."

He pinched his nose brige and slowly shook his head, only looking up when Wendy reentered the room with the uniform on. Though it was a bit big on her, her body was nicely supported and she looked like a real Nazi soldier, just as he had hoped. She formally marched up to him and stopped three steps away, giving him a salute and loudly chanting, "Seig Heil! Heil Cartman!" to him. With an evil glint in her blue eyes, she smiled at Eric, who returned the gesture.

"You look wonderful." He praised.

"You don't look too bad yourself." She playfully pulled the rim of his hat down over his eyes.

"Hey! What about me?" Butters stepped in between them.

"Nice, now let's get going!" He turned on his heel and extended his arm out. "Everyone, forward, march!"

They filed out of the house and onward to Stark's Pond, where their prey would be waiting for them to be targeted and locked.