The Boring Misadventures of Craig and Co.
Misadventure 2: Stripe Hunting
Clyde and Craig would always be best friends. The only thing that would ever get in the way of their friendship would be Craig's guinea pig, Stripe. Because nothing could ever be better than Stripe in Craig's eyes. Ever. As Craig's best bro, Clyde understood that completely.
That didn't mean he never got jealous of the rodent though. No matter where Craig was, home or not, Stripe was always top priority. If he was at Clyde's house hanging out, Craig would immediately run home if he thought he had forgotten to feed Stripe. The raven's infatuation for his pet was so bad that he ran out on his friends. On taco night! Taco. Night.
It was just that bad, and it made you absolutely furious.
That didn't mean he purposely let Stripe out his cage! All he did was take Stripe out and see what was so great about little guy. He found nothing, by the way, besides that the little guy was pretty adorable. That was it! Disappointed, he put Stripe back where he belonged.
Thinking back, he probably should have made sure he locked the cage.
It had taken no more than 5 seconds for Craig to see the gate of Stripe's cage open and Stripe no where to be found. It had taken 3 seconds to go around and start beating on Clyde because he knew this was his fault. After a minute of that, Craig went to call Tweek and Token and report an emergency.
Both of them arrived in no time, breathing heavily from the hurry.
Clyde was the one who had to open the door because, by then, Craig was already frantically searching the living room.
"Craig! What's wrong?" Token asked, a mix of panic and confusion tainting his other wise calm voice.
Craig stood up from the floor, his face showing disappointment in that Stripe wasn't under the couch. "Clyde was a dumbass and left Stripe's cage open. I can't find him."
"It's not my fault!" Clyde yelled, only to be flipped off.
Token only sighed at the situation and rested a hand on Craig's shoulder. "Look, Craig, I know your guinea pig is important, but did you really need me and Tweek to help you find him?"
"You don't get it," Craig said with a seriousness that was almost silly for the situation at hand, "Stripe is a sneaky little fucker. He's practically a ninja."
There was a strangled 'gah' from Tweek, who started talking about how, "St-Stripe's a ninja!? Jesus Christ! Do you -ngh- know how sneaky ninjas are! We'll never f-find him!"
Tweek immediately has two hands over his mouth, and Craig's looking at the twitchy blond with a look that says, 'If you don't shut up I'll beat you here and now.' Tweek freezes because, though he's usually par with Craig in a fight, he has a feeling that there's no chance of him winning this time.
The group splits up as soon as Craig simmers down. Tweek gets assigned the kitchen. Clyde is to check the rest of the living room as well as the basement. Token gets Craig's room and the bathroom, and Craig searches Ruby's and his parent's room.
For a long while everything is quiet except for the sound of objects being moved and Tweek's occasional outburst. Then there's the frantic call of, "Craig!" from Craig's room. Craig quickly scoots himself from under his parent's bed and runs to his room to meet the eyes of a horrified Token. The blue skirt of Craig's bed is held up and his eyes widen at what he sees.
It was a mouse trap.
And it looks like it caught something.
Craig mutters a quiet 'fuck' as he goes to inspect the trap, and prays to god that it's not what he thinks. And it isn't. Both Craig and Token sigh in relief and give a small smile to see that what the trap caught was not Stripe, but just a mouse.
It's no more than seconds after that they hear a loud screech from the kitchen, one they familiarized as Tweek's. They run downstairs and catch sight of Clyde, who's running upstairs from the basement.
All of them peek into the kitchen to catch sight of Tweek standing on a chair, muttering, "Getitaway getitaway getitaway getitaway..."
And by the legs of the Chair was no other than Stripe the guinea pig.