Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
"Hold it, Ned!"
"What's the matt-"
Ned's robotic voice was cut off as Jimbo clasped a hand to his mouth. The gun shop owner stopped his partner in his tracks, peering into the distance with wide eyes.
"I see something…" Jimbo whispered. "There's something around here…"
From behind his glasses, Ned stared in the direction where Jimbo had fixed his gaze. His jaw hung open when he spotted a shape approaching them from ahead. They were clearly not alone in their trek through the South Park mountains. Something was up here with them - which was possibly dangerous for them to face.
Jimbo and Ned faced one another - and exchanged determined looks. Both the former veterans knew what they had to do. Nothing could possibly scare away these fearless hunters. They were going to deal with this potential threat - in the best way they dealt with anything which stood in their way.
"You know what to do, Ned," Jimbo whispered.
"No sweat," Ned said in as much enthusiasm as he could get into his electronic voice.
With a passing of confident nods, the pair armed themselves with their beloved guns. They ducked down behind some nearby piles of snow, hiding out of view of the creature as they both took aim at it.
"IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR US!"
No sooner had Jimbo shouted what he always yelled whenever he intended to kill his prey, both he and Ned fired their guns. Two loud blasts filled the mountain as they shot their target. The creature didn't stand a chance as it was struck by the bullets. It was thrown back several feet before crashing down onto the ground to land in a pool of its own blood.
"Got 'em, bi-atch!" Ned declared triumphantly.
"Nice shootin', Ned!"
Jimbo was just standing up from behind the snow piles, about to go to find out what they'd shot - when he spotted some more shapes emerging from the distance. He watched as they headed over to the one which he'd just killed. As he observed them standing over the corpse, he realised there was something very familiar about them…
"OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!"
"YOU BASTARDS!"
"Hey look, Ned!" Jimbo exclaimed. "It's Stan and his little friends!"
Sure enough, it was Stan who had just appeared along with Kyle and Cartman. He were peering over Kenny's dead body - before turning towards his uncle, who'd given the orders to shoot his friend.
"Oh hey, Stan!" Jimbo waved to his nephew, trying to appear innocent. "Nice day for a walk in the mountains, isn't it?!"
"Uncle Jimbo?!" Stan cried, putting two and two together at once. "You and Ned did this to Kenny?!"
"Goddamnit, Ned!" Jimbo glared at Ned, trying to get him to take all the blame for Kenny's death. "What'd ya have to go and shoot Stan's friend for?!"
"Oh shit…" Ned groaned.
"Eh, no biggie!" Cartman said. "It was only some dumb poor kid you guys shot! Nobody gives a rat's ass about Kenny!"
"Yeah!" Kyle agreed. "It could've been worse: you could've shot one of us you instead!"
"At least you didn't shoot your own nephew, Uncle Jimbo!" Stan smiled, holding no hard feelings towards his gun-obsessed relative. "That would've sucked!"
"You're right, Stan!" Jimbo smiled back. "A trained veteran like me shooting his nephew?! That sure would've sucked!"
"Really sucked!"
On Ned's robotic remark, everybody laughed heartily together as Kenny's dead body was gnawed away by rats.
THE END