Eric went to Krupp's office. He wasn't there, perfect. He was stealthy and installed the camera in the corner of the room. The camera was small enough to be undetectable at a glance. Then he rushed off to class, giggling to himself.
He pulled out his phone mid-class and pulled up a surveillance app. He could remotely watch Mr. Krupp in the office. Mr. Krupp came in holding a briefcase. He set the briefcase down on his desk and opened it. The camera angle made it possible for Eric to see what was inside. Eric's eyes widened as he could see a stack of what looked to be homemade comic books in the case and a red blanket with black polka dots. Mr. Krupp pulled out the blanket and held it close. He then immediately put the fabric back into the case. He then hid the case under his desk.
Eric then put his phone away when Mr. Garrison turned from the blackboard.
Eric did his best to hide the evil grin that spread on his face as he started planning his next move.
After class, he rushed to his locker and climbed inside. Swiftly, Eric changed out of his regular clothes into a costume. He jumped out of his locker, no longer just ordinary Eric Cartman. He had become The Coon! The Coon his super stealth to sneak into Mr. Krupp's office during lunch. He took out the suitcase and opened it. He took out and looked at the comic books. He could more clearly read the titles. They were all about Captain Underpants, a superhero that only wore a pair of underwear and a cape that looked almost identical to the blanket. Perhaps even suspiciously similar. Eric put the comic books back. He then took the soft blanket, but the fabric grew coarse in his hands before he could do anything. Then, without warning, a sharp corner of the material poked him. He immediately dropped it.
"Ah," The Coon exclaimed, "Forget you, man!"
Then, Mr. Krupp rushed into the office. The Coon panicked, took the blanket, and threw a smoke bomb. Blinding Mr. Krupp long enough to run away. The cloak kept stabbing his hands, but the Coon held it close. He kept running, and a strange change came over the Coon. He started running on all fours. His costume grew so tight he could have sworn it was binding to him.
Mr. Krupp stumbled out of the office, coughing. He tugged at his collar, undoing his tie and taking it off. He also took off his awful topee. He then turned down the hall and followed the Coon's trail of white powder. After a few minutes, Eric stopped to breathe. He put the blanket down and looked at his hand. It looked more like a paw than a hand. He looked at himself. He had been transfigured into more of an animal than ever before. Eric panicked, but then He was approached by Mr. Krupp. He immediately grabbed the fabric again.
"Well, Well, Well," Mr. Krupp said, "If it isn't the Coon. I might have known you would steal my cape."
A realization dawned on the Coon as he asked, "Your cape?"
"Yes," Mr. Krupp confirmed, "Now give it back."
Mr. Krupp reached for the cape, but the Coon scratched Mr. Krupp. Mr. Krupp looked hurt.
"Flip off," The Coon hissed, "This is mine now."
The cape practically stabbed into his hands and arms, but the Coon would not yield its grip. He noticed Mr. Krupp clutching his waist, holding up his pants.
The Coon asked, "What's wrong, butt-hat? Is something bothering you?"
"It's none of your concern," Mr. Krupp said, "But if I can't get my cape soon, you'll have to answer to someone who isn't going to be so diplomatic."
The cape started pulling towards Mr. Krupp. The Coon then put the cape down.
The Coon sighed, "Fine, it's lame anyway."
Then he rushed back to his locker and attempted to remove his costume. I felt more like he was trying to take off his skin. Thinking quickly, he wore his regular clothes and attempted to hide his face with a scarf. He rushed home, ignoring his friends.