Thomas and Ginger went through an entirely empty landscape where there was absolutely nothing around. No trees, no villages, nothing. Just a dark, empty desert. It has been hours since they left their last stop and it has gotten darker. The moon shined through the sea and it was the only light Thomas and Ginger had as they went through the land.

"Okay, let's stop here." Thomas said. "It's night and we need rest before the continued journey.

"Right." Ginger said. "Gotta, like, rest our tired bones on such a filthy ground."

"It's the only resting place for miles, kid." Thomas said. "And, you don't need to say 'like' in every sentence, you know. You don't have to be like those girls."

"I've been talking like this for a long time, Mr. Calloway." Ginger sighed. "I can't control it..."

"Let's just rest here. It'll give us more energy by tomorrow." Thomas sighed, laying down on the ground. Ginger reluctantly laid down as well.

"I guess I need some rest anyway..." She sighed. "Hope it will be worth our time." But, Thomas was already asleep. He was a heavy sleeper. Ginger stared at him sadly. Then, she noticed a blanket right next to her. Somehow, it was fresh and clean. She picked it up and placed it on Thomas, spreading it out. Then, she went to sleep.

Meanwhile...

Back at the center of the island where the vacuum is, SpongeBob, his friends, the mermaids, and the South Park crew were sleeping as well in sleeping bags. Except Stan who was focused on tampering with the vacuum. And Eric who was still in the cage Sheila put him in. Christ on a stick, how the hell am I gonna get a new power tower at a place like this?? He thought stressfully. I mean, sure this island's full of junk, but I'm pretty sure a power tower wouldn't fit through the vacuum's tube. Plus, I really doubt I could even carry something heavy like that with or without help! The wrench he was using fell off his hand much to his annoyance. Gah!! He thought, trying not to yell out loud. Son of a cocksucking bitch!! Why does that wrench fall off my fucking hands EVERYTIME?????? He let out a frustrated sigh. "Maybe I need a break or something..." He whispered to himself, as he climbed down the vacuum and quietly walking off. The blue mermaid slowly opened her eyes and saw Stan walking off.

Stan laid on the ground away from the others and stared at the shining moon. What a beautiful view... He thought. If we end up trapped here forever, at least the view of the moon will never go away. Until daylight. God, I miss my Mom and Dad. I even miss my older sister and we hardly EVER get along...! As he got lost in his thoughts, he continued gazing at the moon. ".............I miss everyone... I wanna see my family again..." Stan muttered to himself sadly.

"At least you have a family, kid." A familiar voice sighed sadly. "None of us have a family. Except Ginger..." Stan looked to his left and saw the blue mermaid laying down next to him.

"It's you.." Stan said, surprised. "Wait, who's Ginger?"

"The purple mermaid's real name." The blue mermaid said. "Mine is Wendy." 

"Hey, my girlfriend's also named Wendy." Stan said. "Wait, you girls have families?"

"A family. We're, like, biological sisters." Wendy said. "We, like, had each other's backs since our Mom and Dad were killed in an accident."

"What accident?" Stan asked.

"There was an electrical issue with our flatscreen and it set our home on fire when we were, like, kids." Wendy explained. "We lived on the streets for a while until we were taken in by our Uncle Sam. He was horrible to us.."

"How?" Stan asked. "What did he do to you?"

"He raped us, molested us, abused us, and he fucking made us feel bad about where we were from.." Wendy said, trying not to sob loudly. But, she was trembling. "When we became teenagers and begun our high school years, he.......he threatened to kill us if we said anything about the way he treated us... It was awful. Purely awful...."

"Is that why you girls are so mean?" Stan asked.

"It's why WE'RE mean, but not Ginger.." Wendy sighed. "We..made her mean. We pressured her, we manipulated her, we brainwashed her, you name it. But, only because..... Only because we wanted her to be stronger."

"What??" Stan said in shock.

"We saw Ginger as this....weak, shy girl at school and, well, we felt sorry for her so we wanted to help her." Wendy said out of guilt. "We told her to be like us and she'll never be picked on again. We made her exactly like us, even making her disown her family out of fear that she would go through what we have... Dealing with hateful relatives and such... We even went as far as to pressure her caused she HAD to be like us to survive in a harsh world like this. It's, like, totally an evil world we have to live in... And we became a part of that evil... All because of us and our Uncle..."

"......You know, our fat friend, Cartman, isn't any better, you know." Stan sighed, catching Wendy's attention. "He actually IDOLIZES Adolf Hitler."

"Who???" Wendy asked.

"He's a purely evil dictator and warmongering madman who killed millions." Stan said. "I'll explain more about him later. But, Cartman idolizes him. He also had a grudge against gingers, Jews, Christians, you name it. That's why he and Kyle hate each other. Cartman also murdered his actual Father and stepmom and fed his cremated remains to his stepbrother and bully, Scott Tenorman, without his knowledge. He was a fatass asshole to his real Mother too. When our friend, Kenny, died, Cartman cloned a restaurant instead of Kenny himself. Probably the worst the he's ever done, but he's got a LONG list of atrocities that landed him as South Park's scariest resident." Wendy stared at him in horror.

"HOW is he not it JAIL??" She asked in shock. "Even WE don't do that! We're just mean, not murderous!"

"Yeah, I'm not sure why either. He NEEDS to be in jail!" Stan agreed. "The fat fuck has done horrible things. We don't know why we let him hang out with us, but we just do."

"That..sounds like something WE do to Ginger..." Wendy sighed. "God, we, like, totally suck..."

"You don't have to." Stan said. "You can change. Everyone can change. Even if their names are 'Cartman.'"

"I don't think anyone can change..." Wendy sighed. "We do live in a world where the Devil has caused hate and evil and mistrust... And, God just allows it to happen..."

"God had nothing to do with this, Wendy." Stan said. "It's all Satan's fault. He's to blame. I understand I'm one to talk about Godly stuff as I've said 'Goddamn' numerous times, but I try not to. Nobody's perfect, okay? Not one person is. You just have to accept people for who and what they are...."

"You're, like, awfully mature for someone your age." Wendy said. "Are you sure you're not really an adult in disguise?"

"Yeah, I'm not." Stan said. "I wish I was, but I ain't. Anyway, you have to understand. There's no good or bad people. Just people. That's the way life is."

"I don't know. That Hitler guy you described sounded pretty bad." Wendy said. "Honestly, I disagree. There's only bad people and that's just it... And, well, we're bad people..."

"Why did you feel bad for Ginger then?" Stan asked. "And didn't you say she was shy? Shy people aren't normally bad."

"Look, I just can't trust anyone, okay?" Wendy sighed. "Anyone but my sisters. We're all we got..."

"Think about what I said, 'K?" Stan said, getting up. "I gotta go to sleep. You should too."

"You, like, go ahead. I'll catch up..." Wendy sighed, as Stan left. She laid on the ground with countless emotions riding her body. She was overwhelmed. God, Ginger. What have we turned you into...? She thought. What have we done...?!?

The next morning...

"Ahhhh.." Thomas yawned, as he slowly sat up. "My first morning waking up on the streets. What a fucking joke..."

"Morning, dude." Ginger yawned, sitting up as well. "You sleep well?"

"Not really." Thomas yawned. "Not at all actually. You?"

"Yeah, me neither." Ginger sighed. "But, what the hell are ya gonna, like, do?"

"Remember what I said about not saying 'like' so much, kid?" Thomas said.

"It's a habit, okay?" Ginger said. Thomas rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go." Ginger said, getting up. Thomas got up as well and they continued moving onward.

Thomas and Ginger walked through a desert landscape with hills and a broken down street. Thankfully, it wasn't hot.

"Honestly, we could really use a transportation right now." Thomas sighed. "But, there's literally no cars ANYWHERE."

"Yeah, I, li- I agree with you, Mr. Calloway." Ginger complained. "God, I wish we had someone here to give us a ride or something..."

Vrooooooom!

"Did you hear that?" Ginger asked.

"Yeah." Thomas said. "Sounds like a.........vehicle..." They both looked behind them and saw a red monster truck approaching them. It parked right next to them and a handsome looking figure jumped down from the truck.

"'Allo, good folk." The figure said. "Need a jolly ol' lift?" It was a merman.