Kyle is resting in a room, and his doctor is in the hallway talking to another doctor. I make. Myself in a chair, close my eyes, and try to get some calm after everything that's happened. "Stan?" Kyle says. I open my eyes and see Kyle sit up and look around. "Stan?"

Cartman comes in smiling with a covered platter on a food cart. "Good morning, Kyle. How are we feeling?"

"Well," I say. "He was doing fine before you came in. I, on the other hand, feel like crap. I keep myself awake watching Kyle...Wait a second, that's weird."

"Cartman, what's happened?" asks Kyle.

"What's happened? Well, let's see: You bet me that I couldn't prove that leprechauns were real. And if I could prove it, you had to suck my balls, I believe," says Cartman.

"No, I mean what happened at the Pentagon?!" Cartman smiles.

"You just rest, Kyle." He takes the lid off the platter. "Look what I made for you. A sundae. It has hot fudge and whipped cream and a cherry-" He suddenly starts pondering. "But...I feel like something is missing; don't you, Kyle?" He taps his chin. "What else belongs on a sundae besides hot fudge and whipped cream?" Kyle growls. "Hot fudge, whipped cream, what else belongs on a sundae, Kyle?" Cartman turns towards the sundae. "What else goes on a sundae besides hot fudge,whipped cream, and...?"

I sigh annoyedly. "Your balls," I say flatly.

Cartman faces Kyle with a determined face. "That's right, my dear sister! My balls!"

"Cartman, what is going on out there?! What happened to Stan?!"

"Oh, he-"

"Cartman. Let me tell him. Kyle, this is going to be...bad, but Stan got sucked into the portal during the ManBearPig incident, and now they have to nuke Imaginationland. But we won't let that happen. Maybe Cartman will, but I won't. Stan is our friend, and we don't leave friends to die."

Cartman takes off his cap and begins to pull out another costume. "So are you all set for your big photo shoot, Kyle?"

"Wwait, what do you mean?" Kyle says. "Stan's in danger?" Cartman is dressed like the pope now.

"Don't try to change the subject, Kyle." Cartman pulls the camera and its tripod into place. "You've done a really good job of getting out of this bet, but it's finally time to settle. Get ready for your sundae, Kyle. With extra nuts." He closes his eyes and smiles.

I snicker. "Dude, that looks so wrong," I say. "Like you actually want Kyle sucking your balls." After a few seconds of him not answering, or retorting, I just shift unfomfortably in my chair. Cartman calls in some workers to install a photo studio, consisting of a blue background with clouds, and a small platform with a throne on it. On the right arm rest sits the sundae. Two spotlights and light reflectors round out the setup.

Cartman tests a remote control for the camera, and it works. "Kevin, can I get some more bounce off that too, 'kay?" Cartman talks to a guy named Kevin, while me and Kyle are trying to watch the news. "Let's just go wit split."

"Cartman, will you shut up?" asks Kyle. "I'm trying to find out what's going on." We listen quietly, up to the part about the nuke.

"We do have permission to nuke our imagination."

"Oh no," Kyle says.

"This of course overturns any imagination-based verdicts in the past, including the famous Cartman v. Broflovski ballsucking case."

"...What?" Cartman says, stunned.

"The government is gonna nuke Imaginationland," says Kyle. "...What am I supposed to do?" Kyle gives an unsure look. "Stan? Stan?" Kyle gets out of bed and stats to put on his clothes.

"Where are you going?!" Cartman asks angrily.

"I'm going to try to save Stan and Butters from getting nuked!"

"Okay okay, but you you have to suck my balls first real quick."

"No, I don't!" Kyle walks out of the room. "The decision was overturned."

Cartman follows him out and watches him walk away. "We had a DEAL KYLE!"

Kyle starts walking towards the entrance. "Yeah, that leprechauns were real! And the government just declared they AREN'T technically real, so I was right! It's over! I don't have to suck your balls!"

"IT ISN'T OVER!" Cartman yells at Kyle. Kyle turns to face him. "It isn't over, Kyle! I have NOT waited this long to see you weasel your way out of this bet!"

"Yes it is," I say. "I'm tired of this sucking balls crap. Kyle," I turn to face him. "I'm coming with you. Cartman, It's your choice wether you want to save your friends. Let's go."

"Go ahead and go. But I swear on my life! Before this day is over! You, Kyle Broflovski, will suck my balls! I SWEAR IT!" We walk out, and make our way to the Pentagon. Two armed guards are at the parking gate, and three more guards are in front of an entrance.

One of the guards sees us and aims his gun at me. "This area is restricted, kids."

"Please, I need to talk to the people inside," Kyle says. "They can't set off that nuke!"

"Get behind the line with the other protesters!" I look, and it's the same group we saw on television.

"No nukes in our imagination, bro! Wooo!" Other hippies cheer the guy who said that on.

"Uhm, you don't understand! My friend is in Imaginationland! I can hear him in my head!" Kyle tries to reason with the guard.

"You pot-smokin' hippies aren't gettin' through here, so back off!"

"Stop that nuke! Stop that nuke! Stop that nuke!" Me and Kyle start chanting with the hippies.

Then, Al Gore appears out of nowhere, running around like he's Superman. "What's going on here?" Al asks. No one says a word, and he pretends to fly around. "The military has to do this! It's their only way to kill ManBearPig." He 'flies' away.

Kyle and I sit on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Kyle moves farther down the steps to be alone, moping. "Nothing," Kyle says. I lift my head up and look at Kyle.

"Huh?"

Kyle stands up and moves around. "Nothing happened! There's nothing I can do!" A man walking by looks at him for a few seconds, then I shoo him away. "They say they can do whatever they want because imaginary things aren't real! No way, dude, then I'd have to suck Cartman's balls!"

"Yo, Kyle," I call out. "You talking to Stan?" Kyle doesn't answer.

"Huh? Oh boy..." Kyle stays quiet for a second. "Jesus, I can't do anything. I'm just a fourth grader going against the entire government. Uh, hello? Jesus?" More silence. "Oh. Yeah, I guess." Kyle rolls his eyes. "Hi Superman." This is weird... I don't know if he's crazy, or if people are actually communicating with him. "I know. Oh God..." Kyle finishes talking, and he tells me we need to get into the Pentagon. We got inside, and saw the window Cartman crashed through. Kyle crashes through the part of the large window that was left intact and lands on his back. I see Cartman turn around.

"Kyle?" Cartman says, shocked.

"...Eric? What are you doing here?" I ask.

"The hell are you doing back here?!" asks General.

"Listen, you don't have to do this!" Kyle says. "Our imaginations aren't running wild anymore."

"Why is it so easy for children to break into the Pentagon?!" exclaims the general.

"You have to stop!"

"If I'm not mistaken," the general says. "You're the one who bet that leprechauns weren't real. So why do you care what happens?"

"Because I-" Kyle stops abruptly, then continues talking. "I... Um... because I think... they are real. It's all real. Think about it. Haven't Luke Skywalker and Santa Claus affected your lives more than most real people in this room? I mean, whether Jesus is real or not, he... he's had a bigger impact on the world than any of us have. And the same could be said of Bugs Bunny and, a-and Superman and Harry Potter. They've changed my life, changed the way I act on the Earth. Doesn't that make them kind of "real." They might be imaginary, but, but they're more important than most of us here. And they're all gonna be around long after we're dead. So in a way, those things are more realer than any of us." Cartman begins a slow clap, then speeds it up. I join in, then techs in the room join in and soon everyone is applauding Kyle's speech.

"Abort the sequence." A tech flips the switch and the power to the missile is cut. The missile lowers to a resting state.

"So Kyle, imaginary things are real, huh?" asks Cartman. "Guess that means I did win the bet after all. And you know what that means, Kyle."

"Just let it go with your balls, you asshole!" Kyle exclaims. "Your friends have been in danger and all you care about it this stupid bet! Well I've decided, Cartman, even if we had a bet, that I am never sucking your balls, you got that?! They can throw me in jail for the rest of my life, but I am," Kyle jabs Cartman. "never going to suck your balls," He jabs Cartman again. "never! So there!"

"Kyle, calm down, bro," I say half-jokingly.

Then, Al Gore walks into the room through the sliding doors. "What happened?!" he asks. "Why hasn't the missile gone off?!"

"There's been an abort, Mr. Gore."

Al Gore moves towards the missle's switch. "No! ManBearPig has to die!" He presses buttons randomly. The portal activates and begins sucking everyone and everything into Imaginationland, including Cartman and Kyle... and the missile. Everyone falls onto the ground, screaming. Everyone below us looks up. Some people land on the battlefield. Kyle lands on a bridge, face down, and I'm ontop of Jesus.

Stan approaches Kyle. "Kyle!"

Butters approaches Cartman on the battlefield. "Fellas! Where'd you come from?" Then a whistling sound is heard and everyone looks up.

"What is that?" The missile comes down from the sky and blows up on the battlefield, killing us all. Then, like magic, we all reaapear.

"He did it!"

Mr. Mayor poofs back. "Oh look, I'm back!" Luke Skywalker congratulates Butters, along with others. "The evil characters! They're all behind the wall again."

"Dude!" exclaims Stan. "How did you do that, Butters?"

"Well I just... used my imagination," Butters says.

"Awwww!" Everyone has a good laugh.

"You know, I really have learned a lot, you guys," Cartman says. "What Kyle said about imaginary things being real and, Butters using his imagination? It makes me think that... well maybe we all have the power to make things a reality." Cartman begins to think hard, and an imaginary version of himself appears, wearing a crown and robe. "Why look, it's me. And..." He thinks again, and an imaginary Kyle appears. "And there's Kyle. And, what's Kyle about to do?" Imaginary Kyle drops below Cartman, and starts...doing things.

"Cartman, don't!" Kyle says.

"Ooh-hoo Kyle! What are you doing to my balls? OHO, look! It's Kyle sucking my balls!" Imaginary Cartman is a little shocked. I start snickering. I mean, after a bit, it does get amusing.

"Dude," Stan says. "Oh my God."

"O-hoo Kyle, you are gobbling those balls, aren't you?" Cartman says. He starts smiling. "I told you you would suck my balls before this was over, didn't I, Kyle?"

"I'm not sucking your balls; that's imaginary!" Kyle protests.

"No- Kyle, I believe you said that imaginary things are real," Cartman says.

I burst out in laughter. "AHAHAHA! Ahhhh... That's pretty." Kyle gave me a dirty look.

"Oh, look at you go, Kyle! Oho, you dirty girl! You LOVE those balls." Everyone but Kyle laughs.

"Okay, Kyle, that's enough ballsucking. We need to get you kids home," says Santa.

"I am not sucking Cartman's balls!" Kyle exclaims.

"Whatever you imagine to be real, is real," says Mr. Mayor. Everyone cheers at that remark.

Kylie, Kyle, Cartman, and Stan are walking to our houses from the bus stop. "Well," Stan says. "That was a fun adventure, huh guys?" Kylie and Cartman agree, but Kyle just looks away angrily. He crosses his arms and huffs.

"Ohhh, Kyle," Kylie nudges Kyle. "You know we had some fun. Like eating the candy bar, and you getting twenty bucks."

"What? I don't have a 20!"

"Check your pockets." Kyle searches his pockets, and he pulls out a note. Kyle begins to read the note.

"This says that if I ended up sucking Cartman's balls, you would give me twenty bucks."

Kylie whips out a twenty dollar bill from her pockets. "You did! Or at least, imaginary you did. Either way, just take the money!"

Kyle sticks the note and money into his pocket. "Oh, guys, this is my stop! See you all at school tomorrow. Don't forget that we're having the Presidential Fitness Test sometime this week." Everyone waves goodbye to Kyle.

"You glad I'm back, Eric?" Kylie asked Cartman.

Cartman shrugged. "I guess. Kinda sucks that we have to share a bedroom though."

Stan decided to ask a question. "So, Kylie, what exactly IS your relationship with Cartman?"

"You know, I was a lonly orphan, got adopted by some sucky poor parents, then I murdered them, framed someone, went to Cartman's house, and made Liane feel sad that my parents died, then Cartman became my last name when Liane adopted me. We're step-siblings."

"...Cool," said Stan. "Hey, I gotta go."

"Bye!" They watched Stan run to his house. "It's just us now, I guess. Lord, it's cold out here."

"Yeah, it is," Cartman muttered. Kylie nudges Eric.

"Hey, wanna have a tea party with our dolls?" She asks. "Cookie and I would like to meet Clyde-Frog and Peter Panda."

"Seriously?" Kylie nods. "Oh, cool!" The two raced each other home.

AN: Ohhhh my God, I'm so glad to be done with this trilogy. I just don't like the Cartman and Kyle's...thing. It's awkward for me.

I'm now accepting OC's, by the way, so if you want to see yours in a chapter, go ahead and give me some details! I can say for the moment that depending on how many I receive, they might become permanent. For example, if I get more than...let's say 4, then no OC will stay, unless I need to reuse them. So...yeah! Byeeeee! :3