"Why are you so mean to them?" Mabel asked sadly. "Because they're assholes!" Cartman yelled agitated. "Cartman, watch your mouth, you don't want Grunkle Stan to hear you, do you?" Dipper said sternly. Cartman rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen to find something to eat. Grunkle Stan finally woke up to make breakfast, the others came back. "Do you guys mind if Cartman and I talk in private?" Dipper asked politely. "Sure kid, whatever" Grunkle Stan shooed them away. Dipper and Cartman both went up to the attic. "Look Cartman, you gotta promise me that you will not make that deal." Dipper said in a serious tone. Cartman crossed his arms, "Why should I listen to you? I mean I would finally be rid of that dirty Jew!" He smiled evilly. "No, you wouldn't! Bill will trick you, he always tricks people into making a deal with him and of course, it backfires on them!" Dipper retorted. "Fine, I won't!" Cartman frowned. Dipper nodded an "Ok" and they went back downstairs. "What were you kids fighting about? I could here you all the way down here" Grunkle Stan asked annoyed. "Uh, nothing important." Dipper replied uneasy. Cartman grabbed a plate of pancakes and bacon and Dipper did the same. Mostly the whole entire day, all they did was watch t.v. and play board games. It was officially night time and they decided to hit the hay. Cartman was kinda scared to go to sleep, assuming he would run into Bill again, but Grunkle Stan made him go to bed anyway. Cartman crawled into his bed and fell asleep. He was in the same dream from last night. Bill appeared once again, "Are you ready to make the deal, kid?" He asked "Dipper told me not to." Cartman replied nervously. Bill snickered, "Pinetree? He's the one you shouldn't trust." He summoned his cane. "Why? He seems kewl." Cartman looked down at his feet. Bill rolled his eye, "Look kiddo, I know you hate that Jewish kid, so just shake my hand and you'll never have to deal with him again." He held out his hand. Cartman sighed and reluctantly agreed and shook his hand, "So, what do want, anyways?" He asked while smiling slightly. Bill thought about it, "Hmm.. Let's see.. Oh, I know! I want you to be my living sock puppet!" He yelled with happiness. Cartman let out a scream while Bill yanked his soul out of his body and took it over. "Give me back my body, you son of a bitch!" Cartman hissed. Bartman smirked, "Now, we don't need any naughty language, do we~?" He cooed. Bartman awoke in Cartman's bed and got up to purposely fall down the stairs. He gets up off the floor and decides to go in the kitchen to stab Cartman's poor little arm. The others woke up hearing a Japanese schoolgirl laughter, they go downstairs to see Cartman stabbing himself. "Cartman, what the heck are you doing?!" Dipper shouted. Bartman turned around to face them with his Cheshire cat smile, "Oh, I just find pain hilarious!" He sighed dreamily.  They all started to back away slowly, but Bartman grabbed Dipper's arm, "Where's that journal?" He snarled. "Dipper, that's not me, don't listen to him!" Cartman's ghost screamed. Dipper looked into Bartman's golden cat eyes and growled a low, "Bill." "You're smarter than you look, Pinetree."  Bartman laughed. Dipper glared, "Give out of Cartman's body!" He yelled. "I don't think so, besides I love to hear his screams of agony~!" He walked away. Dipper ran back upstairs and opened the attic door, "Bill took over Cartman's body!" He screamed. "That makes so much sense now!" Mabel smiled.