"Get off the ice!" Kenny yelled, scrambling toward the shore.
Butters nearly fell down in his attempt to escape.
Kyle grabbed onto Stan in attempt to drag him to safety.
"Come on, Kyle!" Kenny grabbed his sleeve and pulled him away from the injured boy and immediate danger.
"We need to help Stan!" Kyle resisted.
Kyle tripped over Kenny's feet in an attempt to break free near the shore. The two fell into the nearby snow just as a large chunk of ice where the boys had been standing fully cracked and dunked into the water.
"Stan!" Kyle pushed Kenny away and ran back onto the unstable ice, sliding the last couple of meters on his stomach toward the freezing water. He frantically managed to grasp the arm of the still-unconscious, face-down boy just before he fully sank.
"Kyle, no!" Kenny yelled after his friend. He slid after him just managing to grab Kyle's ankle before he shot off into the lake water next to Stan.
"I got him!" Kyle exasperated. "Quick! Help me pull him up, Kenny!"
Kenny began tugging on Kyle's leg to bring both boys back.
He suddenly stopped when there was another ominous popping noise.
"Oh, no...," Kenny said aloud. "Butters!" He screamed desperately, "Help us! Pull us back fast! The rest of the ice is breaking!"
Kenny frantically pulled on Kyle but the combined weight between him and Stan was too much to pull.
"Butters!" Kenny's second cry for help snapped Butters out of his trance. He quickly slid onto the lake as well. He grabbed onto Kenny's leg and began to pull with all of his might, as did the other two. Kyle managed to get Stan mostly out of the water as the human chain quickly began to move across the failing ice. Butters hit the shore first and quickly moved to help Kenny the last few meters. Both Butters and Kenny helped Kyle and Stan off the lake just before a huge chunk broke off and splashed into the water.
All three boys collapsed on the snowy shore winded, hearts beating a million miles an hour.
As soon as Kyle regained his breath he moved to Stan's side and turned him onto his back. The boy was soaking wet. He had lost his hat in the lake, dilute blood dribbled down the side of his head from the bloody gash now partially covered by his wet, messy black hair. His skin was pale and his lips were tinted blue. He was not breathing.