The Coon rushed home; the night really kept up on him. He was forced to sleep as a raccoon.
He dreamed very stressfully of his costume growing even more attached to his body, and he was fully transformed into a raccoon, except for his consciousness. He dreamed of living on garbage, filling his belly with the most disgusting rotting foods. But for some reason, he didn't mind; in fact, in his new animal body, he couldn't get enough!
He dreamed of raiding his trash cans and was immediately interrupted by a version of himself. This Cartman looked so miserable, so drained of joy. He didn't even seem to want to try to shoo the Coon away.
He brandished a broom and started waving it around. The Coon tried his best to hurry away and dodge the broom.
Cartman eventually did manage to hit the Coon with the broom. The Coon was knocked out; when he woke up next, he was in a cage in a version of his room. The Coon noticed that there were bandages wrapped around his head.
Cartman's misery seemed to be elevated when he saw the Coon was alright. Cartman had set up the cage to have a water bowl and a bowl of dog food. Eating the dog food was a bit demeaning, but his animal body quickly grew addicted to it.
Cartman took care of Coon for what felt like weeks; his sour attitude turned into a sweet bond between them both. Coon never felt more at home. One day, however, a burglar brandishing a gun broke into Cartman's house.
The Coon protectively put himself between Cartman and the burglar. He snarled in a way that tried to intimidate the burglar.
It worked too well. The burglar aimed his gun at the Coon! The Coon refused to back down, and he rushed at the burglar, ready to tear him to shreds. Then the burglar shot the Coon, and the bullet penetrated right between the eyes.
The Coon jumped awake, rubbing his still throbbing head. Tears were misting his eyes. He never knew that he could be so kind and loving. He buried this thought deep into his mind.
The Coon asked himself, "What the actual flip is going on here?"
He checked his arm, and there was a tally mark gone. Another was fading as it healed.
He muttered, "Just nine more days."
He got dressed, trying to hide his raccoon-like fur from Cartman's mom. Before she could notice anything, he rushed off to the school bus stop.