A/N: I have changed the chapter before this, I just changed a sort of plot hole I created. I don't know whether that's accurate, but I made it clear that Cartman was the submissive one in his and Kyle's marriage.

Butters* shot up as ice cold water (probably because of the ice in it) hit him in his face.

"AHHHHH! Robot pandas!" He screamed, shooting up.

Cartman* bent down to his ear. "Good morning, sleepy head." He pulled Butters* to his feet and sat him down on a seat. "So, I'm going to bring little uses into here. Don't faint again." Cartman* clapped his hands and all the fourth graders walked in. Butters* began hyperventilating.

"Oh god, oh man, oh jeez, oh sweet Jesus! Eric, what did you do?"

Cartman* rolled his eyes, "I didn't do nothing!"

Butters* touched Butters and screamed at the fact that he wasn't a hologram.

"Soooooooo, let's do a Q n' A!" Cartman* sat on a chair and Butters* leaned next to him. "Who's first?"

Cartman spoke up first. "You owe me an explanation as to why I'm an orphan!"

Cartman* sighed, "Should'a expected this, shouldn't I of. Oh wait, I did!" He laughed to himself before becoming serious. "So, y'know how our mom is… was... a whore?" A few of the girls raised their eyebrows, the future boys turned and smirked at Lola who had sunk into herself. "Yea, that stuff aint good for a person's health. Her AIDS progressed to the point where, by the last day of fourth grade I had to live in the hospital. She died in the middle of summer vacation. But the police let me wait until school started. I had time to write a little letter, as I would 'never see you again'. Anyway, next question!"

"Oi, stick 'ead, what are we doin' 'ere! You're gonna need to talk to the past kids, not us!" Oliver Turner said.

Cartman* smiled, "Stick head, what's that about?"

"You looked at yourself recently, ya anorexic prick!"

"Ah, you know, you're kinda like me. You're an asshole, I was an asshole! Anyway, to answer your question, you and the kid versions of ya parents are gonna get to know each other tonight." Cartman* smiled.

"Wait, tonight? You mean we're all sleeping in the same room?" Bebe asked.

"Yes! Now stop complaining, I had to sleep in the same room as my sister for, like, eight years!" Cartman* responded.

Cartman raised an eyebrow, "Sister?"

"Yea, I got a sister. Anyyyyway, next question?"

"So, you know our older selves, is there anything we should know? Like, our jobs n' stuff."

"Well, you own the company that manufactures my inventions. Stan plays for the Denver Broncos, and Wendy's the mayor of South Park. Oh, Bebe's a model and Ms. Sally Turner is the town… whore." All of the twenty fifteen kids turned to Sally, who was too shocked to move. "Oh it doesn't matter, Sally. You're actually quite attractive. Y'know, not in the 'oh, I'd tap that' way. At least not for me since I'm gay, but most of the guys in this town think that. Ah, that's probably why your kid's an asshole!"

Oliver threw a can of Coca–Cola 2.0 at Cartman*'s head, but it was caught by Butters* who opened and drank it.

They continued the Q n' A session for about four more hours until the doorbell rang. "Jacob! Let 'em in!" Butters* shouted.

A few minutes later a man with slick back red hair, a black suite with a pale green tie. He was also wearing black dress shoes. Cartman* smiled and jumped over the crowd of children, startling some of the past children that he could jump that far.

"Kahl!" Cartman* yelled as he landed on his husband and curled his thin legs around his waist and threw his arms onto his shoulders. He smiled before capturing Kyle* in a kiss. Though startled at first, Kyle* soon deepened the kiss until he heard the sound of someone throwing up.

Kyle* looked past his husband and saw a large group of children, and Butters*, looking back at him, he also saw his daughter rubbing her temples.

He turned back to Cartman*, and after dropping him, said: "Eric, why did you kidnap our friend's kids again?!"

"I didn't…"

"And Butters, why did you let him do this again?! I told you not to!"

"Well, Kahl, he didn't. I showed him something and he passed out. For about two hours. Now, I'm going to show you the same thing. Now I didn't do anything this time, okay." He clapped his hands and the past children, who were standing at the back of the crowd, walked forward. Cartman was wiping the remains of puke from his mouth and Kyle had his eyes covered with his pale green ushanka and was murmuring to himself that this was just a nightmare.

Kyle*'s eyes widened, "What did you do?!" He screamed.

Cartman* raised his arms in his defence. "I didn't do anything, personally. But from what I understand is that little me sent little friends to the future where they decided to go to school, where they met their future kids. I then came to the school and took them here!"

Kyle* sighed, rubbing his temples (which is where Lola picked up said habit). "And do our friends know we have their kids?"

"Yes, I'm not stupid, Kahl!" He took a look at his watch and then turned to Butters*. "Butters, we gotta go feed the orphans!" Butters* and Cartman* then walked down the hall.

Kyle* smiled to himself and then turned to the group of children in front of him. "So," he began, "Eric sent you guys to the future?"

Kyle covered his ears when he heard Cartman being called 'Eric' by the future version of himself.

"Yep," Stan said. "Oh, Kyle, I have a few questions to ask you. First, are we still friends?"

"Yea, 'cause!"

"Next, how much do I make?"

"Don't know, but enough to own two vacation houses!"

"Ok, sweet!" Stan was about to ask another question when the doorbell rang.

"That's either a group of confused parents, or a group of angry ones ready to kill my husband!" Kyle* mumbled to himself.

Happy Halloween!