Group Chat >>> Fuck Cartman
<TacoMASTER is online>
<PressedHams is online>
<Fatboy is online>
TacoMASTER: BUTTERS!!!
TacoMASTER: BUUUTTTEEEERRRSSS RUUUUUNNNN
PressedHams: RUN BUTTERS
TacoMASTER: DON'T STOP DON'T STOP
<Kyle's Bro is online>
Kyle's Bro: I just saw him sprint out what's going on
Fatboy: Butters needs to run fuckin fast
Fatboy: we've been found out
TacoMASTER: we've been rumbled
Kyle's Bro: oh shit
Kyle's Bro: butters better fucking run
<Butter_my_nutters is online>
Fatboy: butters?
TacoMASTER: butters?!
<Gingerbread is online>
<KennyMcDick is online>
<Craig is online>
Gingerbread: dude why didn't you tell us we've been found out
Kyle's Bro: butters is more of a priority but you and Ken should run too
Fatboy: THE BITCH IS COMING YOUR WAY
TacoMASTER: BUTTERS
Butter_my_nutters: rtiujnk
Butter_my_nutters: tyhjjing
Gingerbread: kenny
KennyMcDick: I know I know this is bad
Fatboy: just grab your shit and run
Gingerbread: what happened to slowly sneaking out of the museum?????
Fatboy: she found butters doing it
TacoMASTER: BUTTTTEEERRRRSSS
Butter_my_nutters: I'm running I got the snacks still but they are weighing me down
Fatboy: don't fucking leave the snacks butters I swear to god
Kyle's Bro: she's turning back
PressedHams: butters keep running to the park
Butter_my_nutters: I'll try
Kyle's Bro: So how many people are still trapped in the museum???
Gingerbread: me, kenny, Bebe, Jimmy and Tweek
Craig: Tweek honey I'm coming back in
Fatboy: that's fuckin stupid
Craig: shut up I was trying to be heroic dickhead
<KennyMcDick has left the chat>
<Gingerbread has left the chat>
TacoMASTER: oh no oh no
Kyle's Bro: RUN
<TooMuchPressure is online>
TooMuchPressure: she's coming oh shit get ready to catch Jimmy
<TooMuchPressure has left the chat>
Craig: babe
Kyle's Bro: wtf
TacoMASTER: catch
PressedHams: Jimmy
Fatboy: get ready stop whining
Kyle's Bro: catch him from where????
Kyle's Bro: oh shit
Kyle's Bro: GUYS I NEED HELP
TacoMASTER: WHAT IS GOING ON I JUST WANTED TO GO TO TACO BELL
Kyle's Bro: Jimmy is riding on Timmys fucking wheelchair at like 50 miles an hour I need HELP
<Kyle's Bro has left the chat>
<PressedHams has left the chat>
<Craig has left the chat>
Fatboy: this was supposed to be fucking easy what the fuck went wrong
TacoMASTER: I didn't get a taco that's what's wrong boi
<KennyMcDick is online>
KennyMcDick: we need to run
KennyMcDick: further into the park the teachers are in hot pursuit
Fatboy: well run another way then pussy
KennyMcDick: no can do Fatboy
Fatboy: fuck you kenny fuck you
<Fatboy has left the chat>
<TacoMASTER has left the chat>
KennyMcDick: it's not my fault that we got caught it's fucking Bebes
KennyMcDick: she got stuck in the window because she's a dumb bitch
<KennyMcDick has left the chat>
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<Butter_my_nutters is online>
Butter_my_nutters: is everyone okay??????
<Gingerbread is online>
<Craig is online>
Craig: no
<Fatboy is online>
<PressedHams is online>
<Gingerbread has added Jimmy V to the chat>
Jimmy V: holy shit boys that was close
<KennyMcDick changed Jimmy V's username>
When_Life_Gives_You_Crutches: I feel violated
Fatboy: not another fucking guy in this chat
Gingerbread: fuck off he fought heroically today
PressedHams: dude
Gingerbread: he fucking decked one of the assistants with his crutch
When_Life_Gives_You_Crutches: darn right and I'll do it again for the bros
KennyMcDick: for the bro-ship
<TacoMASTER is online>
<TacoMASTER changed When_Life_Gives_You_Crutches's username>
Jimmy-Kun: what
TacoMASTER: what's wrong Jimmy Kun???
TacoMASTER: Could it be that you're craving my C R O I S S A I N T
PressedHams: clyde stop
Craig: you're not funny clyde fuck off
Jimmy-Kun: what an amazing audience
TacoMASTER: I'm ahead of my time
Gingerbread: no you're not
Kyle's Bro: I see the girls coming so they got out too
Craig: how heterosexual of you
TacoMASTER: lmao
PressedHams: clyde pls stop
TacoMASTER: uwu
Fatboy: UGH
KennyMcDick: f in the chat for butters who had to run a fucking mile
Gingerbread: F
Kyle's Bro: F
Craig: F
Jimmy-Kun: F indeed
TacoMASTER: FFFFFFF
Butter_my_nutters: it was nothing fellas
Fatboy: someone needs to put clyde down
PressedHams: back up Fatboy no one tries to kill my bf but me
PressedHams: wait
TacoMASTER: pls don't kill me baby
Butter_my_nutters: I didn't drop anything! I got all of the snacks :D
Kyle's Bro: that's amazing thanks butters
Gingerbread: where we meeting?
Fatboy: wdym we said the trees
KennyMcDick: we are kinda scattered rn
Jimmy-Kun: yeah I'm with Stan and Craig but I can't see anyone else
Gingerbread: me and Kenny and Tweek are beside some kind of takeaway or something
TacoMASTER: Taco Bell????
Gingerbread: no not taco bell
TacoMASTER: fUCK
PressedHams: why don't we meet there? I mean I'm hungry after sprinting a fucking marathon
Fatboy: not bad not bad
KennyMcDick: Cartman you're always fucking hungry
Fatboy: suck my fucking dick it's not like I can buy anything anyway
Gingerbread: yeah because you spent it on the fucking condoms in my locker I bet
Kyle's Bro: nah I saw him storming a Walmart a few days ago
Fatboy: I wanted snacks for the bus ride fuck you
Craig: why do you hang out with this guy
TooMuchPressure: yeah I don't get it
Fatboy: shut the fuck up before I kick your ass
Craig: again can we iterate how much you could NOT kick my ass
Kyle's Bro: hey I see you guys
KennyMcDick: wow you really have a fucking tribe of girls following you
Jimmy-Kun: what can I say? I'm that sexy rn
TooMuchPressure: I see you Craig!
Craig: hey sugar ;)
Fatboy: ugh gay
TacoMASTER: I swear you say that every fucking time
Gingerbread: trust me he does
KennyMcDick: btw we have your other crutch Jimmy
Jimmy-Kun: yeah that would help a lot
Butter_my_nutters: hey I can see you guys too!
PressedHams: this isn't such a bad place to eat
TacoMASTER: it's no Taco Bell
PressedHams: I'm sure it sells tacos tho
TacoMASTER: it will have to do
~
The group, finally reunited, greeted each other in back-slaps and laughter, each recounting their own experiences. With a smile, Kenny handed the crutch back to Jimmy so he could be free from the wheelchair.
"Th-th-thanks Ken." He stuttered with a grin, pushing himself off the seat. "That chair was-wasn't v-v-very comfort-comfortable."
Kyle grinned next to him, slapping the brunettes shoulder gently.
"A worthy sacrifice for freedom!" He joked, to which Jimmy chuckled.
"Finally! TACOS!" Clyde suddenly yelled, pointing eagerly to the menu in the glass doorway. He tugged Token forward happily, and the movement encouraged others to move in synch.
They jostled through the glass doors, immaturely trying to all enter at once which only caused further delays and shouts.
"Help me!" Kyle yelped as he and Cartman tried to push each other through the door at the same time, only to become stuck. Kenny laughed as Stan yanked Kyle's arm in amusement.
"Fucking Jew!" Cartman shouted, but at this point it was white noise to them. Nevertheless, Kyle automatically swatted him around the ear irritably.
"Shut up Cartman." He warned and nudged Kenny. "You didn't exactly help me out over there!"
Kenny grinned, pulling off his boyfriend's hat. Kyle protested immediately, jumping up to grab it.
"I'll make it up to you. I promise!" Kenny teased, slamming the parka back onto the red curls.
"You better." Kyle muttered, only to be interrupted by a loud cry.
"Look Token! TACOS!" Clyde eagerly pointed to the menu, running up to the counter and making his order. Once again, there was friendly fighting and jostling amongst the group to get some places in the line, and soon they were at separate tables.
"I can't believe we actually pulled that off." Stan muttered, hooking his arm around Wendy. Kenny grinned, posing.
"My genius is what got you through, that's all!" He exclaimed, only to get a chip thrown into his face from Craig. "Hey!"
Craig flipped him off with a wry smile and a raised brow.
"Bullshit. I was the brains of the plan." He responded, aiming another chip for his head. Kenny dodged, returning the finger gesture.
"Nuh-uh!"
Out of the corner of his eye, the blonde caught sight of Cartman looking wistfully at the food surrounding him. It surprised him that he had actually been telling the truth about not having money anymore. It was his fault, to be fair.
Despite this, he watched as Kyle sighed loudly, pushing his remaining fries towards Cartman. The brunette looked up, a very brief of gratitude flashing across his face, before digging into the food given with a grunt.
Kyle rolled his eyes, raising his brow, before picking at the salad he had remaining. Kenny leaned against him, pulling him close in a similar way to Stan and Wendy.
"They will find us eventually you know." Kyle pointed out to those within earshot, slightly concerned, but mostly unbothered. Stan shrugged, biting into his burger.
"Well we better make the most of this meal then." He smiled, swallowing. "We can deal with the shit later."