Clyde's phone rang around five in the morning. After the awfully busy night he had had at the restaurant, he felt extremely tired and needed all hours possible to rest—who the hell was calling him at that time?
Trying to grab the phone, he pressed the red button. Which was fine, because he turned around and fell asleep again.
They called again, waking him up. Clyde groaned and this time he got to grab the phone and answer.
"MpmhmCartman?"
"Clyde, the portal to Imaginationland has been opened once again and a few creatures escaped. I need your help."
"Imaginationwhat? Uggh, no, can't...Call someone else..." Clyde was already turning around, closing his eyes.
"I got some worrying news. They caught Bebe."
That was the magic word which made Clyde stand up.
"Bebe?! Are you sure?!"
"Yes. We have to be quick if we want to save her. Meet me at the lake as soon as you can. The others already have their suits on."
Clyde didn't make any questions about said suits or who were the others. He was getting dressed hurrily as Cartman spoke.
The first thing Bebe perceived when she opened her eyes was a blurry big spot above her.
"Unng..."
She had to blink a few times and wait for a bit for her vision to return. Then, only then, she could finally see that what was looking at her was a squirrel with a red scarf wrapped around its neck.
"Aw...Hi, there, little guy..."
"Ah, good, she woke up!" the squirrel exclaimed. "Now we can slit her open, consume her flesh and bath in her blood!"
"Wh-?"
Being able to see where she was, she found herself tied to a wide rock, surrounded by trees and other small animals. A pentagram was painted on the rock, right where she was lying. And the animals were holding something in their little paws—mouths, those who didn't have them—: daggers.
Bebe screamed out of her lungs.
"Oh, my God, did you hear that?" Scott turned his head towards the tree mass, feeling anxiety increase and eliminate all trace of sleepiness that was left inside of him.
"Yes, I hope we're not too late. Go ahead and see if you can find her."
Scott nodded and ran as fast as he could towards the forest, praying God over and over. He had just disappeared when Clyde landed near The Coon.
"What did just happen?! Where is Bebe?!"
"Cartman!" Clyde turned around. Wendy was running towards them too, still dressed in her simple shirt and shorts she wore to sleep. "I'm here!"
"Good that you came so soon, I called you as soon as I got the news." Cartman told them.
"Who took Bebe?"
"A bunch of monsters who will sacrifice her to Satan. We have to hurry. There, put this on."
He handed Wendy and Clyde clothes.
"But we don't have time for that, we have to go now!" Clyde protested.
"Hey, as much as she's in trouble, we can't let her or anyone find out we have powers, right?"
"I guess so, but, Cartman." Wendy frowned, unfolding a skirt that looked more like a napkin. "I see too little fabric in here."
"Well, are you going to get changed or not? Bebe's in trouble! Captain Diabetes is already looking for her and I'm going too."
"Captain who? Oh, what the heck." Clyde had no time for that. He quickly removed his clothes and put the one-piece suit he was given on.
"Now, whatever you find, attack it, don't even think about it." Cartman commanded.
And he ran towards the forest.
"Oh, my God, Bebe..." Wendy muttered, tying the mask she had been given, pink like her gloves and skirt.
"Come on, we'll go together." Clyde told her.
Since they were both ready, Clyde grabbed Wendy and, unfolding his wings, they elevated.
He didn't know where Cartman had taken those suits from, but they were perfectly designed, he had to give him that. His had a couple of hole in his back where his wings were, and he could move them just fine; it also had very little resistance, so he could move as if he was wearing nothing. He also had to add that helmet, which allowed him to cover his face while, at the same, he could see everything perfectly with some kind of filter, like a polarized glass. He observed that Wendy's attire was also quite light and allowed her to move freely—because there was so little fabric indeed that it looked like she was wearing clothes meant for a child.
"Bebe?!" Scott called.
He stopped for a moment to listen.
Nothing.
"Please, somebody help meee!"
There! Behind those trees! But he doubted he would be fast enough to arrive in time: there were too many in the way. There was only one thing he could do.
Well, Cartman had it all planned: the pockets in his utility belt contained candy of various sorts. He opened one of them and grabbed its content, a chocolate bar. He gobbled it down as fast as he could, not even savoring it. As soon as its sugar invaded his blood stream, his body started to muscle. Another good property of that suit was that it was flexible enough not to tear with the transformation and it didn't bother him.
Scott charged against the trees in his way.
"No, no, no, wait!" Bebe shriek, twisting. "Why would you do that?!"
"Our evil Lord demands a sacrifice." a female porcupine replied with the same tone of voice one would use to answer the question of a kindergarten child.
"Can't you sacrifice a goat or a black cat or something else? Come on, please! Oh, my God, HEEEEEEELP!"
"I deduce she's screaming too much. It hurts my poor little ears." the mouse said.
The little bear and the fawn tore her nightgown and used it as a gag. Bebe kept screaming, but now her cries for help could barely be heard.
"That's muuuch better." the birdie smiled.
"Come on, y'all, let's do it!"
"Horraaaaay!"
The little animals gathered around the rock, their eyes gleaming in excitement. The beaver, with a blue hat on his head, jumped on top of Bebe's chest and raised his dagger, practically bigger than him. A few tears of terror ran down Bebe's cheeks.
But something happened that startled the animals. A big hand pushed half of them, grabbed the beaver and threw it away, ending up hitting the trunk of a tree.
"Oh, look, everyone!" the little animal got up, wobblign but alright. "It seems we have guests!"
"Just like our little friend told us." the bear said.
"Well, you know what he said: more guts and blood to offer to our Lord and savior!" the racoon jumped in glee.
"Hail Satan!"
The small rabbit attacked first, jumping to stab Scott in the back with his dagger. But someone came in the diabetic's rescue.
The rabbit fell to the ground with a slash in his throat, which made him emit the most horrible gurglings. The responsible for that stepped on his stomach, his claws dripping blood.
"Alright," The Coon said, "who goes next?"
"Oh, you meanie!" the chickadee and the woodpecker changed against his eyes.
Bebe didn't know what was going on but it was sure a lot. A big man had just appeared and tried to smash the critters, but they were moving too fast, crawling up his thick legs. She also saw the guy from the other night, the Coon, trying to shoo away the birds who tried to peck his eyes. if only she could move and run away from that madness, but she was stuck and those guys had it difficult enough to help her!
"Bebe!"
Who called her name? Bebe looked around but she found no one. Another animal, this time the skunk, jumped on top of her.
"Oh, Satan, receive this sacrifice as a proof of our devotion!"
That was it. She was going to die.
But something happened. Something come from nowhere mowed down the skunk. Then, it turned back and approached Bebe. Its big wings made her flinch.
"Don't be scared, we are here to help you!" a male voice said as he untied her.
Her heart was still racing, but she let out a relieved moan.
"Coon!" Wendy screamed. And when the birds turned around, she used the cane she had found hanging from her belt to hit them. She got to get the chickadee. When it was on the floor, she didn't give it a chance to get up and hit it again, and again, and again, and again, until she was sure he wouldn't get up anymore.
The woodpecker tried to attack her, but Coon grabbed him and broke his neck.
Scott got to shake the squirrel and stomp his head, reducing it to a red jelly on the ground, but there were so many more climbing up his legs. The beaver was biting his leg with the intention of cutting an artery and make him bleed to death. A few blood drops were already dying his big teeth. Scott grabbed it, having to pull because he had his teeth buried in his leg, provoking a tear, and hit him against the nearest rock repeteadly, until it went limp. He threw it away and tried to do the same with the others.
Now that Bebe was free, Clyde went to help him. He didn't like how red the bear's eyes were when he approached Scott. Flying like a dart, he grabbed it and both of them rested on the ground, Clyde on top of it. Before the bear could do anything, Clyde opened his hand. Something happened, like a broken bone which came out of his wrist or something...No, it was not a bone. What was it? It was flexible, but hard enough to go through the bear's eye and even his skull.
He had no idea of what it was, but he used it again against the porcupine.
"Oh!" she gasped, the tube piercing her chest, reaching her heart. Clyde saw that its color changed. The tube was sucking blood. It was disgusting, alright, but he didn't stop. The porcupine was dying from it, and it was making him feel great.
Cartman grabbed the racoon.
"There's only room for one coon in this town, bitch!" he said, and pierced his stomach with his claws. The mouse ran to bite him. He tried to kick it, but the mouse dodged him, and jumped to his neck. Wendy got to grab him and, using just one hand, because he was small enough, she choked him to death.
There were only two left: the fox and the deer.
"Oh, oh, it seems were are in trouble, Foxy." the deer commented to his friend.
"I am not going to let those brutes put his hands on me, Deery. Do you want me to save you the suffering?"
"Oh, yes, thank you, that would be so kind from you!"
So it was decided. Before Cartman and his friends could get rid of them, the fox grabbed his dagger not with the intention of using it against them, but to cut his friend's throat with a clean movement and then place it on the ground and jump on it, stabbing himself. The deer looked at the vigilantes, letting out a chocking giggle until he fell to the ground and didn't move.
There was a long silence. Scott grabbed the syringe he had stuck on his suspender and injected its content in his arm. Wendy ran to hold him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes...Don't worry..."
Clyde helped Bebe get up from the rock, where she had remained for security. She was so scared that she embraced Clyde. He could feel her trembling violently.
"It's alright. It's all over."
"Well, whoever brought these evil bastards back is not fooling around..." Cartman commented, kicking with the tip of his boots the headless body of the beaver.
"Who do you think did this?" Clyde covered Bebe's ears gently.
"Butters, obviously. He was very linked to Imaginationland in the past. But now he seems to be on the opposite side..."
"So this was the big plan he was talking about?" Wendy asked. "I heard him talk about something big...Was it breaking the wall again?"
"I don't think so. He wouldn't have brought just these two guys...Unless he wanted them to sacrifice Bebe and summon Satan..."
"This is getting really scary..." Scott muttered.
"I know. We foiled his plans but we will have to find him quick. Who knows if these were part of a bigger plot. But now, Clyde, take her home. Her family must be worried sick."
"Of course." Clyde removed his hands from her ears and made her look at him. "Hey. Listen, I am taking you home."
"Thanks a lot, Bug-Man, and everyone." Bebe said.
Clyde took her in his arms and flew away.
"I'm so glad we came here on time, oh, my God..." Wendy sighed. She looked at her whole body in disgust. She was full of blood. "Let's go back to the lake. If we're lucky, we won't find anyone and we will be able to clean ourselves before we go back home."