Gregory finished drawing on the chalkboard, where a layout of the gay camp and lots of lines were drawn. He got this done in ten minutes with only the help of a spazzy douche and a british idiot. Impressive, even I have to admit. And I hate all of these damn kids.

"So, does everyone understand the plan?" Gregory asked, looking at the children expectantly.

Everyone stared back at him. The only response was Bebe, on her phone, talking loudly. "Yeah, and this kid thinks he's hot shit or whatever, because he just made a plan on a chalkboard. A chalkboard! Can you believe it?"

Gregory sighed. These kids were really stupid, but they were all he had. "Very well. I will need a brave child to go directly to the homosexual's cabin and unlock the padlock door I assume they have."

"Me! JESUS! I'll do it!" Tweek raised his shaky arm, twitching more than ever before.

"Uh, right. Anyone more competant? No?" Gregory waited, but there were no other takers. "Very well. Tweek, this will be dangerous, you know."

"AH! I mean, I know! But...I'll be able to save Craig! And he'll know I'm not just some wimp! And maybe- GAH- he'll like me more!" Tweek looked down bashfully.

There was a moment of silence. Perhaps...the children were awed by Tweek's brave nature, or maybe his eagerness to please the love of his life.

"HA! That's fucking gay, dude," Cartman laughed, punching Tweek's shoulder.

"Haha, yeah! Uh, homo!" Butters added, smacking Tweek's head lightly.

I stand corrected.

"Alright, people. Move out. Let me go over the plan one more time. With all of our bikes, it will take thirty minutes, possibly twenty five if we rush. By that time it will be about nine-forty. We have only twenty minutes to break them out before it is our bedtime. Stan and Kyle will be on watch on the north side, Wendy and Bebe on the east, Kenny and Butters on the west, and Pip and Damien on the south. Me and Christophe will go down under, then shut off the water supply so they cannot use their hoses. Timmy, Jimmy, you two will sneak in and pretend to have a problem with one of your...issues. Pete and Michael will then creep into one of the guard towers and light in on fire. Henrietta and Firkle will do the same.

"Powder and Red will then go into the office and call the PTA so they will come over and tend to the riot that Annie and Heidi will cause. Nichole and Lola, you two will have the job to make out with Token and Clyde so that the PTA will get even more angry with the sexual content. Bill and Fosse, you two will make homosexual remarks so that the guards will suspect you're gay and argue over whether to enroll you or not as they're fighting. Dogpoo, your smell will cause the cannibal flies they hired to swarm over your head, and Francis will help you so you won't get eaten. Terrence, Douchebag, you two will make sure everything goes according to plan so nothing goes wrong. Now then, Tweek will break the homosexuals out, go to the designated point over at Stan and Kyle's section, and Eric will watch outside the cabin for any guards, and make a dying giraffe noise to Tweek if anything goes wrong. If it does, Tweek, you will be on your own. Is that understood?"

Each of the children slowly nod, kind of getting the plan. Not really, but this was the best they could do for fourth graders. Plus a kindergartner.

"Alright, people. Let's make history. Viva la Resistance!"

xxx

Craig Tucker, meanwhile, was busy praying on the bottom bunk of his cabin bed. He was praying to God, even though he doubted Him all his life. I mean, Jesus did live in their town, but still.

"Uh. Dear God," he began, "I'm Craig Tucker. I'm at this stupid camp because my dad thinks I'm a homo. I guess I am. I'm gonna die in like...thirty minutes. So, when I do die, I need some favors from you. First, don't ever let Red Racer get cancelled. Second, make sure Stripe gets better, he had a cold before I left. Lastly, make sure Tweek has a better life. Like, with money and all of that. Because I love him. And if he was sad, that would suck ass. Thanks God. See you soon."

"Craig, will you shut the fuck up? I'm trying to suck three cocks at once, damn it!" Mr. Garrison yelled, below Craig.

"Sorry."

"Oh, it's fine. I guess since you're going to die anyway, might be better to just say your last prayers. I'm a Christian, too. Wait, come here, Steven, let me see if I can do four..."

Craig looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the sounds coming from below. He wondered what his Tweek was doing.

xxx

I'm not going to write the entire bike scene, so let's just say it's about thirty five minutes after La Resistance planned their attack. Everyone was getting into position.

"Alright, everyone. I'll pray for you. Let's get to work," Gregory said, smiling at all the children.

"Come on, you fucking faggot. We got some digging to do." Christophe pulled Gregory away, into the forest surrounding the camp.

The children all looked at each other quietly. They could die tonight. They could even get grounded. But maybe it was worth it.

They all went to their spots, without saying goodbye to their friends or significant others. The time for goodbyes was way too late now.

Stan and Kyle were silent as they headed into their position of the north side. Until Kyle ruined all of that.

"Stan...is it okay if we talked?"

Stan smiled, patting the Jew on the back. "Sure, man. I thought this dumb bet was retarded anyway."

"Yeah. But...maybe it wasn't so crazy of Wendy to be angry..." Kyle admitted, feeling angered at admitting he was wrong about something.

"What? Dude, what do you mean?"

"I mean, when we kissed...I liked it. I liked it, Stan, and I wanted you to do it again and again! God, it's just like all of those cheesy movies with kissing and butterflies and shit. I'm...I'm in love with you, Stan!" Kyle shouted, meaning for it to be a thoughtful and quiet confession, but fucking it up badly.

Stan stood. He looked at Kyle. Was this really happening? Was his best friend really confessing to him? Could he say the same thing back? There were so many questions and no answers.

That is, until Stan threw up all over Kyle.

"Dude, sick!" Kyle gagged, wiping as much as he could off.

"No, dude. This means that...I feel the same way!" Stan concluded, grabbing both of Kyle's hands.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Kickass!"

xxx

Timmy looked around the camp, alerting Jimmy with a quiet, "TIMMY!"

Jimmy went over, looking around. "Alright, let's d-d-do this shit." He cleared his throat, then yelled, "Oh someone h-help! I have sp-sp-special needs, as does my f-friend here! We need ass...assist...assistance!"

"TIMMY!" Timmy added. Damn, he was a good actor.

All of the guards started to move out. "LET'S GO, PEOPLE. SPECIAL NEEDS, THIS IS SUPER SERIOUS. EVEN MORE THAN...MANBEARPIG!" A guard who was definitely not Al Gore yelled to the other guards.

Meanwhile, Pete and Michael went to the first tower, getting out their lighters. They used them to signal Henrietta and Firkle in the second tower.

"This is such bullshit. Guards are such conformists," Pete said, lighting fire to the wooden roof of the tower.

"Definitely. We better be getting paid for this like the blond douche said we would," Michael added, ducking so the fire wouldn't touch his hair.

"Let's just hope someone dies. That would be cool."

MEANWHILE, Pip and Damien were on the south side, opening the gates and putting big signs for the PTA to see.

"We will alert these parents that their children are trying to go against them! Then their silly little plan will fail! We will take over!" Damien cackled, setting up another sign.

"Thank you, Damien," Pip said politely, hanging his on carefully.

"For what, wife?" Damien looked at Pip suspiciously.

"Well, for including me. You see, I never really quite fitted in with this crowd. And, back in my home country, my previous love got arrested for being a serial killer. She was a bit odd in that way, but ah well. Anyway, you're...the only person I consider a true friend. You include me in everything. And, well...thank you." Pip smiled gratefully at Damien.

Damien blinked in response. He never really expected to hear those words. Especially about the serial killer. "Oh. You're welcome, wife. And...if you want, I'll let you rule over a part of the world once we take over. But just one! And it can't be America!"

"Oh, how kind of you, Damien! I think I'll take over the French. Those filthy bastards are finished!" Pip squealed.

Damien...smiled. A real, genuine smile. "You are my wife after all, wife."

MEANWHILE, Gregory and Christophe were already down below, cutting the water supply. This proved to be successful.

"Christophe...I have to ask. Why did you agree to be my partner?" Gregory looked at Christophe suspiciously, heading back to the surface.

"I wanted to discuss something with you. It eez important, I zink," Christophe replied calmly.

"Oh. What is it?"

Christophe grabbed Gregory by the shoulders, pulling him close. "You are scum. You constantly zink you are better zan everyone else, but you are just like ze rest. You digust me so much, I fucking hate you just like I hate God and my mother. You fucking idiot."

Before Gregory could reply, Christophe spit out his cigerette and kissed him deeply. So deep that Gregory could taste the tobacco and hate. It was wonderful.

MEANWHILE, Powder and Red had already called the PTA, and they were met with a riot of the guards. Apparently, two girls had offered to be the winner of a fight's slaves for two weeks. Now all the guards were beating the shit out of each other. They knew it was their kids thanks to the big signs out front.

"Oh god, these are our kids' work!" Shiela shrieked. She shrieked even more and pointed when she saw Nichole and Lola making out with Token and Clyde. "Sexual advances!" She pointed at Bill and Fosse, who were calling everything (even themselves) gay. "Homophobic remarks!"

"We need to break this up! South Park, attack!" The Mayor screamed, and everyone went batshit.

MEANWHILE, Tweek easily got into the cabin where all the gays were at. Including Craig.

"Tweek? What are you doing?" Craig asked, going over to his boyfriend.

"OH GOD! We're breaking you guys out! Come on, we have to go now!" Tweek yelled to the others. The homosexuals wasted no time in pushing past Tweek, out into the madness. "WAIT NO! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GO OUT THE BACK WINDOW OH FUCK!"

"Come on," Craig said, running out. "We need to just leave, Tweek."

"...Alright! Better this way than no way, I guess!" Tweek ran with him, passing all of the blood and bruises and even brains. Everything was turning into Hell. And the kids were breaking from their positions. Some got seriously hurt, but none were wet. Thank God.

"Oh god, we don't have the hoses!" One guard cried.

"Get the guns instead!" Another ordered.

"Shit!" Christophe yelled, stepping into guts.

"This...This isn't the plan..." Gregory mumbled, looking around at the chaos fearfully. This was all going wrong, this wasn't how he planned things.

"Come on, you fucking British asshole!" Christophe yelled desperately.

"HEY," A guard yelled, walking over to them and pointing at Craig. "You're the fag we were supposed to kill tonight!"

"Kill?" Tweek repeated, mouth wide open.

"Look, dude. Just let me go, okay?" Craig said, holding up both hands.

"Fuck you! I'm gonna wipe you out with the rest of your perverted kind!" The guard screamed, and held up his gun. He pulled the trigger.

Craig shut his eyes, waiting for the pain. But...it never came. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing everyone crowded over one body.

"Craig..." Token said, his black face pale.

And when he looked down, he saw the one who took his bullet in the head.

Tweek.

THE END.

Ha, but no. Next chapter is probably the last. Cool? Cool.