Ghost
Stan and Kyle knock gingerly at the door before them, looking behind them to see Cartman laughing with Butters nervously tapping his knuckles beside him.
"I told you they'd be too chicken shit to do it, Butters." Cartman snorts.
"Boy yo- well you sure did Eric." Butters responds sheepishly.
"Shut the fuck up Cartman!" Kyle growls.
"Dude shut up, we're gonna do it- besides we just got up here." Stan chimes in.
They turn back to the door, noticing it cracked slightly.
Stan looks over to Kyle, "Should we go in?" his voice cracks.
"Y-yeah I guess so?" Kyle responds, tugging his hat over his ears, "In we go." He pushes the door open pulling his flashlight app open on his phone.
Once inside, Kyle grabs his boyfriend's hand. "Let's check the kitchen."
Stan gives his hand a quick squeeze, "Alright.. What are we even looking for?" Stan groans slightly.
K- "Dude, we're looking for Kenny! How did you forget already?"
S- "Yeah but like he's dead? So what are we looking for?"
K- "He was supposed to go with us, remember?"
S- "You think he's still gonna want to as a ghost? It's not like he can help us EAT the candy.."
K- "Just trust me dude.." Kyle grins, tugging his boyfriend's arm. "Besides, it's our LAST trick-or-treat. Let's see if he's even here first."
"Man I can't believe how big Bebe's boobs have gotten!" Stan yells out.
Kyle gives him a glare, before realizing what Stan was doing. "Oh shit. Brilliant." he whispers.
"I should definitely show these pictures to Kenny!" Stan continues.
"Damn dude, those are almost as big as Henrie's!" Kyle adds.
"I know you're not talking about my tits right now." Henrietta pops out of the shadows, irately puffing their cigarillo.
Kyle hides his face in his hands, "S..Sorry Henrie.." he pulls his hand from Stan's.
"We're trying to call out your boyfriend.." Stan pouts.
"I know, but you're both kind of.." Henrietta chuckles, "not goth enough for this.. Besides, he's not ALL T & A!" they squeeze at their stomach and wink.
"Now Hen, don't tell me you're jealous?" Kenny pops up behind them and wraps his arms around them, squeezing at one of their tits.
"Kenneth, I thought you wanted to scare the little jock boys?" Henrietta responds, smacking his hand away.
Kenny pouts playfully, "Damn.. Well, there's always fatass and Bunny." he chuckles, floating his feet up as if he were in an invisible hammock.
Cut to Cartman and Butters sitting in the porch swing, cuddling for warmth.
"H-Have you told anyone about us?" Butters asks, blushing nervously. "If my dad finds out-"
"I know babe, and no I haven't.. but if I know Kenny he already knows.."
Butters looks panicked, "I can't have a boyfriend Eric.. if I do.. Well.. You remember what happened with my mom and dad."
"Shh.." Cartman stops him, placing a hand on his cheek and pulling him in for a kiss.
Butters reciprocates, whimpering softly into the kiss.
They pull apart and Cartman fixes his hair. "We should check on the dumb fucks.. They should have run out shitting their pants by now."
Butters shivers as a cool wind begins blowing. "Ww-wwe should go in an-n-nyway."
Kenny throws a sheet over the two of them, smacking Cartman's ass when he stands up making him yelp.
"AYE! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?!" Cartman screeches, pulling the sheet over his head in time to see Butters hovering over him.
"Eric! Help!" Butters cries out.
"VERY FUNNY KAHL!" he glares over to see Kyle and Stan laughing in the doorway of the porch.
"You're right, it is." Henrietta chuckles, watching Kenny cradle Butters in his arms getting ready to plop him back onto the porch.
"Still feel like scaring people, Cartman?" Kenny kisses his cheek and laughs as Cartman's fist runs right through him. "I'm a ghost, dude! You can't punch me. At least wait until Henrie finds my damn body!"
"I hate you guys.. seriously.." Cartman grabs Butters' hand, "Let's get the fuck out of here Leo.."
Butters giggles softly and follows his boyfriend. "Bye guys, good luck finding your body Ken!"