Cartman was on his stomach in the snow with a pair of binoculars and a walky-talky by his side, keeping a close eye on his prey. Kyle was with his little brother, Ike, as well as Kenny and Shay sledding down a nearby snowy hill. He pressed the button and spoke in a quiet tone into the devise.
"Führer to Bonbon, come in."
Static came on as Wendy replied from her position.
"This is Bonbon, I have a good sight of the suspects."
"Perfect, Schwul, you there?"
"This is Schwul, I am out of sight and also have a good range on them."
"Excellent, if anything goes wrong you must report in immediately. Führer out."
"Ja, mein Führer." And they were gone.
Kyle's heart was lifted as he listened to his little brother's squeals of joy as they slid down the hill on the sled. He walked up to Kenny and took out three dollars from his pocket, giving him a sneaky glance.
"I bet you three dollars we'll win in a race against you."
Shay clung onto Kenny's arm as he decided what was best. If he lost then he would have to find a way to pay up the three dollars. However, if he won then he would have seven dollars exactly, the amount he was supposed to have to pay back Eric. He nodded and shook Kyle's hand in agreement, setting his makeshift sled on the ground. While Kyle's was the traditional store boughten plastic disk, Kenny's was a wooden sled that he made out of a few planks he found and some strong, metal bars on the bottom. It wasn't much, but it was made for speed, or so he thought. Kyle put Ike in front and sat behind him so he doesn't fly backward, looking over at Kenny and Shay.
"Whenever you're ready, McCormick!" He called.
"You're on, Broflovski!" He challenged back.
Shay smiled happily as she took the front and was in it for the fun rather than the rewards. Cartman zoomed in and took some notes on her, grabbing his camera and taking some pictures of everyone on the hill. Shay screamed excitedly as they sped down the hill and had to hold onto her hat in order to keep it on her head. Ike waved his arms around in his brother's face and blocked his view for a moment. They swirved and almost lost control when a huge wave of snow washed over them as their sled came to a stop. Kenny's came in second and he mentally cursed himself for not having built it better. They stood up and dusted the snow off their jackets, Shay darted into Kenny's arms with delight. Kyle couldn't help but smile at him and he handed out the money to him.
"You won, Kyle. I have to pay you." Kenny protested.
"You need it more than I do." Kyle shrugged.
In a second Kyle was lifted off the ground by Kenny and he had the air squeezed out of him. Cartman heard a quiet crackling on his walky-talky and Butters came on the other side.
"This is Schwul."
"What is it?" He growled.
"I was just wondering...uh...when are we going to leave?"
"What are you saying?"
"Don't you think we gathered enough information? I mean, Shay is gay for Kenny. Isn't that good enough?"
"No, if you knew a thing or two, just one piece of evidence is not enough."
"Oh, right. I was just curious. Schwul out."
All was quiet until another call arrived.
"Yes?" He said in a stern voice.
"Bonbon, reporting. Cartman, do you think we could go? My stomach is so cold I think it's frozen.'
With an annoyed growl he responded to her question.
"Fine, if you guys wanna go now I guess we could. I knew I shouldn't have assigned rookies to do a veteran's job."
"What was that?" Wendy hissed.
"Nothing, I'll create a distraction and we run once their guard is down."
Snowball making, as you know by now, is one of Cartman's specialties. For any occasion, attention grabbing, attention distractor, anything, he could do it with one snowball. With one already in his hand, Eric threw it with ease and it hit a nearby tree, exploding at once and scattering against the ground. At once the four of them looked in the direction the snowball was thrown and the three Nazis snuck away as quickly as possible. They met up back at Cartman's house and discussed what they gathered in secrecy.
"I know you all are nearly freezy pops by now, but this is serious." Eric paced back and forth in front of Wendy and Butters. "I need you two to be in top condition! This is no time to be slacking off!"
"Cartman-"
"Ah! Adress me the way a soldier should, Bonbon."
Wendy huffed angrily and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Führer, we need some more time to prepare. You can't just drag us into the battle field and expect us to know what to do."
Eric chuckled and sauntered up to Wendy. He put a finger under her chin and forced her to face him.
"And that is where you are wrong. You see, it's my job to expect you to follow orders. If you don't do as I say when I say it then that will send up a red flag, signaling my failure as a leader. If I fail at leading you both then you'll be no use to me. In other words, if things don't go as I planned, then you don't get the satisfaction you want: tearing the Prick away from the Jew's arms." His brown eyes glittering with a devilish snake-like glare. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Ja, mein Führer." For some odd reason she couldn't take herself away from Eric's cruel, yet mezmerizing, stare.
"Good." He let her go and smirked as she stood paralyzed.
From there he let them go for a break as he created another plan to ruin Kyle's life. Wendy hadn't noticed that she walked home with her uniform until she looked at herself in the long mirror that was hung up behind her door. She removed the hat and took out her long hair from the loose bun, shaking her head letting it fall to her back. She held it in her hands and rubbed the sleeve of the jacket on the golden eagle that dully winked at her. Wendy had barely dressed into her usual purple jacket and pants when her mom called her down.
"Wendy, Bebe is here to see you."
"Coming mom!" She took off downstairs to see the blond girl waiting at the door. "Hey, Bebe."
"Hi! Where were you I tried calling you God knows how many times! When you didn't answer I got worried and visited you earlier this morning, but your parents said that you were out."
"Oh, I had to take care of somethings. Come up to my room."
Back in her room, Bebe decided to pop the question as Wendy closed her door.
"So, did you talk to Cartman?"
"Yeah."
"What did he say?"
"He said...he said..."
"Come on tell me! Don't keep me wondering!" She jumped up and down.
"He said...he's working on it."
"Really? He's really going to help make Kyle mine?"
"Yeah...Bebe...why do you want Kyle so much?"
Bebe blushed and put her hands behind her back.
"I just think he's really cute, I mean have you seen him lately?"
"Stan doesn't hang out with him anymore, so no I don't."
"Well, anyways let's get going!"
Wendy was lost in thought and jumped at the sudden excitment in Bebe's voice.
"Go? Where?"
"Duhh! The mall! Remember, you were going to help you-know-who get a new make-over!"
"You want to get rid of her, but you'll still take her on a shopping spree?" Wendy gave her a knowing look.
"She doesn't like Kyle the way he likes her, she's more interested in McCormick. Besides, we aren't enemies and she's still new in town, so I want her to look nice when she comes to the Snowflake Ball."
"Well, she'll be at Kenny's you know. When you're ready we can go and pick her up."
"Right! Let's go!"
They rocketed down the steps and out the door straight to the ghetto side of the neighborhood. The two girls fixed themselves up once they arrived at the porch of the McCormicks and knocked on the door. Stuart answered and was surprised to see them smiling at him.
"Hello, Mr. McComrick, is Kenny home?"
"Ah, he just came back from sledding with his friends. Let me go get him." He turned away from them and shouted into the house. "Kenny, there are two girls here to see you."
"What?!" Kenny's unmuffled voice echoed from within and his loud footsteps shook the floors. He was, however, fairly disappointed when he saw Testaburger and Stuart at the door. "Oh...it's you."
"Kenny! Have some decency and at least put on a shirt!" Carol scolded.
"Calm down mom! My clothes are still wet!" He snapped.
Wendy and Bebe couldn't help but stare at the inattentive Kenny in admiration and embarrassment. His body was well sculpted for someone of his state of poverty, his dirty blond hair, while scruffy, was cute in a sense that only girls could understand. True, his parka, shirt, and even pants were soaked with snow and he had appeared with only a pair of light blue boxers, but his indecent exposure was no big deal to him. The two girls blushed, their faces getting red as they became hot and bothered. As if they were boring him, Kenny leaned against the doorway making his muscles more visible as he had stepped away from behind the door.
"Sooo..." His blue eyes blazed with sleepiness, but also a hint of disinterest.
"K-Kenny, is Shay here?" Wendy kicked herself for not getting her words out fluently.
A light blue shape peered at the back of Kenny and he moved slightly. Shay kept her eyes to the ground and Kenny stood up straight, taking her by the shoulders and moving her closer to him.
"What do you want with him?"
"We were wondering if we could take he-him to the mall with us."
"I don't know...it isn't always he goes with other people without me."
"We'll take care of him, we assure you." Wendy grinned.
Because Kenny was somewhat taller than Shay, he bent down a little and lifted her chin a little with his fingertips smiling warmly at her.
"Would you like to spend some time with them, Shay?"
Frost looked at the two girls for a moment and then back at Kenny. Quietly she nodded her head and Kenny sighed with concern.
"Promise me you'll be safe?"
In a childish voice she agreed.
"Promise!"
He pulled her in for a quick hug goodbye and she returned the gesture. Though it was cold out he didn't worry about the chill while the three girls walked out of sight to the mall.