The kids and Cartman* walked out of the school to find a long, black, hovering limousine. After the door was open everybody got in. Once Cartman* was in and had closed the door he touched a little key pad and the car began to move.

"So… how the fuck are you here?!" Cartman* asked.

"It's your fault fatass!" Kyle yelled. Cartman* rolled his eyes while Cartman began shouting.

"Don't call future me fat you god damn Jew! As you can see I am very thin!" He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, yea. Ay, big me, two things!"

"What is it?"

"First, what's with the red eye?"

"Oh well that…" Cartman* began to explain, "'bout five, six years ago I was building something and it, well, it exploded!" A couple of the past children gasped, "The eye is the only physical thing you can see straight off the bat. The explosion took out most of the left half of my skull! Had to get a skin transplant! HA!"

"God damn it! Other thing, why aren't I fat?" Cartman asked.

"Well that, me, is a long ass story! I also need to make some calls, so… SHHHHH" He then began to touch his watch and speak to himself. At least that's what the twenty fifteen kids thought.

"Who's he talking to?" Wendy enquired, genuinely confused.

"He's on his watch phone! Duh!" Oliver Turner said.

"I'm sorry! It's not my fault I'm from the past!" Screamed Wendy.

"Shut up you stupid skank!"

Wendy's face became red with anger.

"Anyway I've sent messages to all of you guys, telling them to meet me at my mansion!"

Kyle looked quizzically at him, and mumbled under his breath. "Mansion?"

"By the way, Cartman, what's wrong with your daughter's hair?" Bebe asked what most other girls were thinking.

"Oh, she was made in a machine!" Cartman* replied, causing Lola to sink into her seat.

"What? Not only do I have a kid, but she was made by a fucking machine!" Cartman screamed, turning and glaring at his future daughter.

"Yea, well I didn't want to be the first man to get pregnant by using a pill!" Cartman* responded.

"Why would you get pregnant?" Cartman asked.

"Since I'm the... how do you say... 'bitch' in the relationship." Cartman* informed him, smiling.

"Wait, wait, wait... not only am I gay and married to Kahl, but he's the dominant one? Fan -fucking- tastic!"

Cartman* chuckled to himself at getting the response he expected."Ah, were here!" Cartman* informed the group of children as the hover–car came to a halt and one of the black doors opened.

To say the mansion was enormous would have been a massive understatement. The garage was as big as most houses in South Park. The building was about five floors up, each looking like it could fit about ten master–bedroom sized rooms. The front of the house was covered in huge, vibrant, green–leafed trees. Bushes standing high and some trimmed into various shapes.

Cartman* ran his hands along one of bushes, "Hey, Craig, remind you of somein'?"

Craig turned and glared at Cartman*, raising his middle finger. "Fuck you, fatass."

Cartman* smiled and brushed the comment off.

"Holy fuck…" Kyle muttered, "This is your house?"

"Well, technically it is your house as well! And we don't usually live here as I have a strange phobia of being in a big house." Cartman* said walking towards the front door.

"Why's it so big?" Wendy asked, following Cartman* along with all the other children, from the past and present. Cartman* snickered, causing Wendy to roll her eyes, "Grow up!"

"You're the one who said 'why's it so big'!" Cartman* responded.

"But seriously, Cartman, why the hell is you house so big." Stan asked.

Cartman* responded with, "To accommodate for the orphans!"

"Orphans?" Cartman screamed, "Why the fuck do orphans live with us?"

"Well, technically, you're an orphan!" Cartman* respond, scoffing.

"I'm a what?"

"An orphan." Cartman shrugs it off as if it's nothing.

"When?" Cartman asks.

"When what?" Cartman* responds.

"W-when does she d-die?" Cartman asks, shaking slightly. When he doesn't receive an answer he begins to get angry, "Answer me damn it! You can't tell me my mom died and not tell me when!"

"Fine, she dies in the summer after fourth grade!" Cartman* screamed.

"S-she what?" Cartman says slowly.

Cartman* sighs, "I'll tell you more once we're inside." He walked towards the front door, pushing the doorbell. "Ding. Ding, ding. Ding, ding, ding, ding."

A small, possibly six year old, child opened the door. He had a really happy look on his face when he saw Cartman*. "Hello, Mr. Cartman!" The boy screamed, ecstatic.

"Hello, Jacob." Cartman* said in return, bending down to his height. "Where's Mr. Stotch?"

Jacob raises an eyebrow at Cartman*, "Who?"

"Oh, yea! I mean, where's Butters?" Butters shrinks into himself at the thought of seeing the older version of himself.

"Butters is with the babies!" Jacob informed him, turning round and running down the hall.

Cartman* smiled, and turned to the group of children behind him. "Good kid. Anyway, follow me."

The group walked through the house. They came to a door that had the words: 'Baby room' written in big bold letters. Cartman* was about to open the door when he was stopped by Butters.

"Wait!" He screamed, just as Cartman*'s hand was on the door knob.

"What, Butters?" Cartman* asked as he turned around.

"I-I don't kn-know if I want t-to see the old me." Butters bumbled out.

Cartman* draped one arm around the young version of his blonde friend. "Come on, Butters! You may not want to see old you, but you don't want to miss this opportunity, do you?"

Butters was about to respond when Cartman opened the door. Inside a lanky, blonde haired man was holding and soothing a couple of babies. He turned round and first saw Cartman* then the children standing below him.

"Err… Eric, are those… like… mine and the rest of our friends, y'know, kids?" He asked, nervously bumping his knuckles together.

Cartman* smiled sweetly. "Yes."

Butter's eyes widened. "Eric! Y'know what happened last time you did that?! All their dads said that if you ever tried to kidnap their kids again they would break you neck! There's only so much your machines and Kyle can do!"

"First of all," Cartman* began. "That was an April Fools prank, and they should lighten up. Second, who said I kidnapped them? I've told all of their parents that they're here! They'll be here later."

"Why did you take 'em?"

Cartman smiled and capped his hands together. The twenty fifteen children got out of the crowd and where in plain view of Butters, who had, by this point, put down the two children he'd been holding. Once he saw the children, Butters' eyes widened even further.

"A-are they…?"

Cartman* smiled, "Yes."

Butters collapsed backwards and, to him, everything went black.