#imaginationland

Everything was just... normal, now, and it wasn't that Butters wanted attention or anything, he just wanted to go a day without getting grounded, damnit!

Sparks crackled in his hands as he grew more frustrated, and he yelped, scurrying back on his bed, the electricity surging a bit before vanishing. His breathing sped up as he started to hyperventilate, looking at his hands with wide eyes as he tried figuring out what just happened. He hadn't just done that, had he? He must've been seeing things; there was no way that had just happened!

He wasn't in Imaginationland, he'd tried imagining things all week, especially not being grounded anymore, and none of it worked, so he was definitely back in the real world. So how...?

Realization hit.

He'd been trying to help against the evil side of Imaginationland, and after failing to bring Santa back, he'd figured he'd try something else. He'd tried imagining Professor Chaos into existence, albeit with a few tweaks so he wouldn't attack the good side of Imaginationland, but it hadn't worked either, despite the weird feeling he'd gotten after he'd tried it. So he hadn't given much thought to it not working at the time, and instead went back to focusing on reviving Santa Claus.

It had worked in a way from the looks of it. Butters was Professor Chaos, so by trying to bring him into existence, he'd just brought him into existence through himself, meaning.... Butters focused again, gasping as the electricity formed in his hands again, forming a crackling orb in each of his palms, and it flickered out a few moments later. He couldn't believe he'd actually done this, oh his parents were gonna-! . . . Wait... what if he didn't tell them?... He was just gonna get grounded and blamed for it anyways, and he could only imagine how they'd react to their son having superpowers... so what if they didn't find out?

Butters hopped up from his bed, starting to pace in his bedroom as he started to think, eyes narrowed a bit in thought as he contemplated what this meant. He'd always wanted to be Professor Chaos- to be able to be strong, fly, control lightning, and now he could! Well, probably! If he had the lightning, he could probably do everything else, too!

Butters didn't want to try testing that right now, though, just in case he accidentally broke something and got in trouble for it again, which he didn't want to happen right now. So instead he started getting to work, fishing through his closet for the old costume he'd made a bit ago, looking through some boxes before finding the helmet, gloves, boots, cape, and cape clasps. It was all made of tin foil except for the dark green cape, but Butters could worry about materials later! It wasn't like there was a superhero that could show up and stop him from completing his evil plans of exacting his revenge on the world that had shunned him, so he didn't need actual armor!!

Butters let out a quiet, evil and menacing giggle laugh, as to not alert his parents he was awake and prompt them to investigate, and he paused in thought. He'd need more than just this for a good costume, so he started searching around in his closet, finding a dark gray t-shirt and black jeans. Perfect! Butters set up all the articles of clothing on his floor, nodding to himself before pausing, rubbing at his left eye.

He'd lost it a while ago after Kenny, Kyle, Stan, and Eric had been playing with ninja weapons, Butters going outside dressed as an evil ninja to play with them after they wouldn't let him be a hero like them, but during their battle, he'd gotten a throwing star... well... thrown into his eye. Then he'd been dressed up as a dog as they tried hiding the fact that they hurt him, then he slipped away while they got into a fight with Craig, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy. Once he'd gotten to the hospital, they thought he was a dog, sent him to the animal shelter where he got pooped and peed on, and even almost euthanized before he ran away from the animal shelter, and finally passed out at the fair after finding his way there.

Once the doctors finally helped him, they couldn't save his eye, and he was left with a scar over it. He usually tried wearing a contact lens over it to hide it, despite the discomfort it caused, and his mom let him use concealer for the scar, but it hurt too much on a good day, and as a supervillain as cool and fearsome as Professor Chaos, he could have a cool and scary eyepatch to hide his scar! Butters looked through his closet again, finding a black eyepatch he'd used for a pirate costume, and he grinned at it.

Within minutes, Butters had put his costume on, pulling the helmet on over his head and standing in front of his mirror, grinning at his reflection. The helmet was still a bit uncomfortable, but at least the opening at the top prevented his hair from getting flattened, and the tin foil was flexible enough for him to adjust as needed. His gloves were a bit pokey on his fingers, but his long-sleeved dark gray shirt protected his arms, the gloves going up to just below his elbows, and his boots ended just below his knees, not nearly as uncomfortable. 

 He looked so cool! Now, all he needed to do was find a good target for his first new evil scheme.... And he knew juuuuust who to target... But tomorrow. He had school and needed to sleep; if he didn't wake up in the morning, he'd get grounded for sure! So, with a dejected sigh, Butters removed his costume and got into his pajamas, hiding his terrifying, evil costume under his bed, prepared for tomorrow, and then he could exact his malevolent revenge!!

And his revenge did indeed come, after a long day of waiting for the night to come, mainly keeping to himself at school as he tried to contain his excitement. Butters stood outside of Hell's Pass Hospital the next night, long after his parents went to sleep, dressed in his full evil, terrifying costume as Professor Chaos. He had a few cartons of eggs he'd bought after school sitting stacked up on the ground next to him, the cardboard packaging casting a dark shadow on the sidewalk, a true testament to his evil plans for their contents... 

"Dumb doctors, thinking I was just some dog after I got dressed up like one with some socks, dog hair and grass..." Butters mumbled to himself, getting himself worked up, "This oughta show 'em what happens when they're a buncha... buncha dumbies!"

He was so mean!

Butters crouched down, flipping open an egg carton, and grabbing an egg, standing back up and looking back up at the hospital, his uncovered eye narrowing as a dark smirk spread across his face as he threw it, the shell shattering against the wall high up on the building. He could see it now- the people of the hospital unable to get the splattered eggs off of their high walls, and even the high horses they're on won't be tall enough to get them down! Butters let out an evil laugh, albeit a quiet one so he didn't get caught, and he threw more eggs, trying to get them as high up on the building as possible. Some even landed on the roof, much to his enjoyment! Once Butters ran out of eggs, he finally let himself laugh, hands on his hips.

"Hahahaha! Yes!! They'll never get those eggs down! They'll have to go to work every day, looking up at all those eggs, completely unable to get them down! Once the flies come in, they'll pester the staff, too! Constantly going in windows, getting in all the coffee! Well, hopefully not the coffee, that doesn't need to be wasted, but the flies'll mess with everybody else real good!" Butters grinned to himself after laughing, rubbing his hands together as he anticipated the chaos his plan would leave in his wake.

"Hey, little boy! What do you think you're doing?!" Butters yelped a bit as he saw security guards exiting the hospital, heading towards him with flashlights and handcuffs.

"Oh hamburgers!" Butters yelped, taking off down the side walk, cape flapping behind him in the wind as he ran down the street, the guards chasing behind him.

Butters made it to the streets, ducking into alleys, eventually managing to lose them after quickly climbing up a fire escape, hiding on a roof behind a chimney. That was close... Butters caught his breath for a few minutes, chest heaving, and he peeked over the edge of the roof, watching the guards look around in the street for any signs of him. They eventually gave up after fifteen minutes, Butters getting more than enough time to catch his breath before starting to make his way home, avoiding the edges since he didn't really like heights all that much.

He wasn't sure if he could fly or not, and he didn't want to get hurt, or wreck his costume by falling. He really needed something better than tin foil, even if heroes weren't an issue... Butters walked across the rooftops, tin foil crinkling slightly with each step, and he eventually found a fire escape, climbing down it before walking through the streets the rest of the way back, tin foil glinting under the glow of the streetlights. Once Butters got to his home, he looked up at his window, which was still cracked open from when he'd left, and he looked down at the heap of snow he'd made while playing earlier today so he could use it as a cushion, but now he had no way of getting back inside.

"Aw, damnit..." Butters mumbled, looking up at his window, and sighing, "It's now or never..."

Butters concentrated, and he felt his feet slowly lift up from the ground, causing him to look down as he started to float up from the ground, and he flailed in the air, trying to get some form of balance, and he grunted as he hit the ground, or well, the snow that somewhat cushioned his fall. He shook it off, shivering, and he focused again, floating up towards his window, pulling it open before entering his room, gently closing the window behind himself. He let his feet softly touch his carpet floor, tin foil slightly torn from his fall but in tact, and he started quietly removing and hiding his costume under his bed, changing into his pajamas. He glanced over at the alarm clock, wincing as he saw the clock read 4:08 AM, and he groaned, letting his head hit his pillow as he fell asleep.

. . . He regretted his nightly outing a little when his mom got him up earlier than normal for an early breakfast, but at the same time he didn't. That had been so much fun, and his only regret was that he didn't do it earlier! Butters got dressed in his light teal shirt, dark green pants, and black shoes, and as he walked into the orange bathroom, looking at his contact lens, he hesitated. Sometimes he really didn't feel like wearing it, and with how his eyes burned slightly from lack of sleep, today was one of those days.

He could still feel pain in his left eye, and he could feel discomfort from the contact, he just couldn't see out of it. He used the concealer to cover up his scar and some of the bags under his eyes, and he looked up to see if he missed any spots, but it didn't look like he had. He paused, looking at his left eye, grimacing a bit at the milky white pupil that had a jagged line down the middle, his iris a dull blue, and the white of his eye was reddened. He winced, knowing Kenny still felt bad about the accident, and Butters usually tried covering it up in order to keep everyone from being uncomfortable, but he didn't feel like making his eye agitated and achy for hours. So, Butters walked out of the bathroom before going downstairs, to the right and into the orange-walled kitchen where his mom was putting plates of pancakes on the kitchen table, his dad already sitting there.

"Morning, mom and dad!" Butters greeted.

"Hello, Butters!" His mom responded with a smile.

"Good morning, Butters." His dad said, looking up from his newspaper and seeing his eye, "You aren't wearing your contact lens today?"

"Well, I would, but my eye's kinda painful today. I figured I'd give it a break, like the doctor said to!" Butters replied, putting some syrup on his pancakes.

"You didn't sleep with it in again, did you?" He asked.

"No, I haven't done that in a while." Butters shook his head no.

"Alright, Butters. Just don't pay attention to if anyone looks off-put by your eye, alright? You know how it makes some people uncomfortable, especially the kid that threw that throwing star into it; that has to eat him up inside every time he sees it."

Butters looked down as his dad stood up, heading to refill his cup of coffee, guilt churning in his gut. He was right, I'm being selfish trying to keep my eye from hurting... Butters poked at his food, not feeling as hungry anymore from the shame pooling inside of him.

"Is there something wrong with the pancakes, Butters?" His mom asked as she walked over with her own plate, and he shook his head no.

"No, of course not!" Butters answered, and he started to eat, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

After finishing his food and doing the dishes, he headed to the bathroom, grabbing his contact lens before pausing. Wait a second.... Butters used it every day in order to make people more comfortable, so why couldn't he have just one day? Butters clenched his hands into fists before walking out of the bathroom and downstairs and walking out of the house, and he started walking to school. Sure, he could take the bus, but if there was one thing every villain needed, it was the stamina to run away from police or superheroes if their evil scheme failed. So he started running, sprinting as fast and as long as he could before needing to stop and catch his breath.

He seemed... faster almost, but not by much; just enough for him to notice, but maybe that was just him. Butters still made it to school a bit earlier than normal, taking a moment to catch his breath before heading into the school and to his locker. The hallways were already bustling with students, shoes squeaking on the brown floors as he made it to his teal locker. Butters was aware that he could've used an eyepatch, but he didn't want to make any connections between himself and Professor Chaos in case someone started looking for his true identity...

Butters paused, a thought occurring to him. He'd been so wrapped up in the revelation he'd had powers and plotting to exact his revenge on the hospital, that he'd completely forgotten to tell Dougie about everything yesterday! Butters hurriedly shut his locker and started looking for Dougie, finding him at the end of the hallway at his locker, and he ran over to him.

"Dougie! You're not gonna believe what happened!" Butters exclaimed.

"You egged the hospital last night? I saw on the news this morning that a supervillain was behind it, and I figured it was you." Dougie replied, voice quiet to avoid attracting attention.

Aw dang it, he was on the news and he didn't even see it!

"Yeah, that was me, but that's not the only thing that happened!" Butters grinned, "Meet me by the alley next to the school at recess?"

"The one by the goth kids?" Dougie questioned.

"No, the other one." Butters clarified, and Dougie nodded.

"Alright... . . . How much did you sleep last night, anyways?" Dougie asked, and Butters looked off to the side sheepishly.

"I uh... well... not much." Butters admitted, "Villains don't need sleep, anyways!"

"Well how can they think of evil plans if they're too exhausted to think clearly?" Dougie countered, and Butters looked down, seeing his point.

"Aw dang it..." Butters mumbled, "Alright, I'll catch up on sleep later, but I really wanna show you what happened! You're gonna freak out!"

The bell rang at that moment, and Butters's shoulders slumped, "Aww dang it... Well, at least we're that much closer to recess! See you later, Dougie!"

With that, they went to their own classes, and thus began the long wait for recess. It seemed to take even longer to get through classes, Butters not really paying attention to anything but the lessons, Kyle, Stan, Eric, and Kenny sticking to and talking amongst themselves, not paying him much mind, thankfully. Butters almost nodded off a few times during dull moments in class, but he forced himself to stay awake. Villains need to be able to stay awake even when tired, so Butters needed to get better at doing the same thing!

The final bell before recess rang, giving Butters a surge of adrenaline, causing him to bolt out of the classroom and out of the school, heading to the playground. He ran to and checked the alley next to the school, and he saw that Dougie wasn't there yet, so he waited. He waited for around five minutes before he finally showed up, a grin spreading across Butters's face.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" Dougie asked as he walked over to him.

"Ok, so, do you remember the Imaginationland thing I told you about?" Butters responded, Dougie nodding, "Well, while I was there, I tried creating Professor Chaos to help, since he's super powerful."

"Wouldn't he have just started attacking the good imagination characters?" Dougie questioned.

"Well, technically, yeah, but he didn't show up. I am Professor Chaos, Dougie, so by trying to create him, and I think by not really having full control over my imagination, well... Something else happened." Butters explained, Dougie looking at him curiously.

"Like what?"

Butters smirked, holding out his hands before concentrating, electricity forming and crackling in his hands, causing Dougie to gasp. Butters was for a moment worried that he'd scared him, something he didn't want to do, but Dougie didn't look scared, thankfully. He looked surprised and taken aback, but not scared. Then, after a moment, Dougie started to get enthusiastic.

"Woah! How long have you been able to do that?!" Dougie exclaimed, Butters letting the electricity fizzle out.

"I found out yesterday, and I completely forgot to tell you! I was so excited about it it completely slipped my mind. Sorry, Dougie.." Butters apologized.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I know about it now, right? One day doesn't change the fact that you can do that! Have you found out anything else you can do?" Dougie asked, and Butters grinned.

"Well, I know I can fly, but I'm not really good at it yet." Butters answered, and he focused, feeling his feet lift off of the ground slightly a moment later.

"That's so cool! What are you planning to do with those powers, anyways?" Dougie questioned as Butters let his feet hit the ground again.

"Well, I don't really know what I'll use 'em for; electricity is dangerous, after all! I wanna get more into the supervillain thing again, though, and I was wondering if you'd want to help me?" Butters replied, and Dougie nodded.

"It'd be an honor to help your cause, Professor Chaos," Dougie responded, and Butters smiled, excited, "Wanna meet up after school and figure out everything we'll need to do for you to be successful? If you're a villain, odds are a superhero will show up and try to stop you."

"Like they could!" Butters replied, feeling confident in himself before pausing, "Well, maybe getting better at using my powers would be helpful, just in case...."

Dougie nodded, and proposed, "You wanna meet up at your house later? You still have that big dry erase board, right?"

"Yeah, it's in my closet." Butters confirmed, "See you after school?"

"Yeah, I'll let my parents know that I'm coming over to your house for a sleep over." Dougie responded, and Butters nodded, excited.

"See you in a few hours then, Dougie- I mean, General Disarray." Butters grinned, the two of them laughing quietly and malevolently before going their separate ways for now, Butters heading to the cafeteria once lunch started, Dougie sitting by him as they talked a bit more about Butters's evil scheme last night.

After lunch was over and classes started, once again, just like yesterday, school couldn't end fast enough. Butters barely stayed patient during the classes, paying attention but also counting the seconds down. He'd started to get some concerned glances from some of the other students, Kenny being one of them, but the glances were brief, ending as soon as he saw his eye, making some guilt form in Butters's gut again. Once the final bell rang, Butters bolted out of the classroom and out of school, running home- albeit taking breaks once he had to catch his breath. After he got to his house, he headed inside, managing to contain his excitement, but just barely.

His parents were both watching TV- some kind of soap opera by the looks of it, and he informed, "Hey mom, dad? My friend Dougie is coming over soon for a sleepover, just thought I'd let you guys know."

"Alright Butters, just don't stay up too late. It may be Friday, but you need your sleep." His dad replied, and Butters nodded.

"Ok!" Butters accepted before running up the stairs to his room, excited.

Butters opened the door into and entered his room, turning on the light as he started fishing through his closet for his dry erase board and markers, finding them and setting up the board on it's stand, it feeling much lighter than he remembered. He was almost tempted to put on his costume, but he didn't want to risk his parents walking in and seeing it, compromising his villainous secret identity and ruining all of this, so he decided against it. Instead, he kept his costume safe under his bed, and he waited for Dougie to arrive, practicing his control over his electricity in the mean time, slowly getting better at creating it at different strengths.

Twenty minutes after Butters had gotten home, he heard a car pull up outside, and when he looked out his window, he saw Dougie exiting his parent's car with a backpack and Star Trek sleeping bag, heading up to his front door before Butters lost sight of him. Less than a minute later, his bedroom door opened, Dougie walking in.

"Hey Dougie! I have the dry erase board ready, and plenty of markers!" Butters informed, a smile on his face as Dougie shut the door.

"Great! I grabbed some notebooks to keep track of everything, and I wrote down some stuff for you to look into for being a supervillain, like the necessities and all." Dougie informed, and he put his backpack on Butters's bed, grabbing a notebook and flipping it open before heading to the dry erase board, grabbing a marker, and writing things down.

SUPERVILLAIN NECESSITIES:

EVIL LAIR

GOOD ARMOR

FIGHTING SKILLS

EVIL MASTER PLAN

BETTER CONTROL OVER POWERS

ARCH NEMESIS

SOURCE OF FUNDING

MINIONS

"Uh... is all this really necessary?..." Butters asked, and Dougie nodded, "Well, alright... Where would a good base be, though?..."

"My grandma has a storage locker? I could ask her if we could use it?" Dougie offered, and Butters shook his head no.

"No, we'd need more room than a storage locker... I'll look into that later! What about armor? How am I supposed to get that?" Butters questioned, and Dougie shrugged.

"I don't really know... Could work on it later once you need it?" Dougie suggested, and Butters nodded.

"Yeah, I'll see what I can find. Fighting skills?" Butters paused, and he thought for a moment, "Maybe YouTube?"

"Or there's some karate classes through the school that you could take? Plus self-defense classes, too." Dougie said, "You need to learn how to fight sooner or later, just in case someone tries stopping you from your evil schemes."

"Good point... I'll look into them on Monday, or maybe I can find a dojo or something and stop by there after school." Butters replied, and Dougie nodded in agreement, "As for master plans... I don't really have one right now. We'll get back to that, and the last three. I... I don't really know what I wanna do for a master plan, or how I'll get minions or money..."

"We can workshop it later." Dougie offered, and Butters nodded, "Any ideas on armor materials for once the opportunity comes along?"

"Well, steel would be kinda nice with how strong it is, but I'm not sure who would make me armor. An evil blacksmith?" Butters asked, and Dougie shrugged, not seeming to know either.

"Yeah, I figured we wouldn't have anything on the list..." Dougie sighed.

"Hey, we don't need to! It's like... I dunno, a bunch of goals? It's all things we need to look into, and learning how to fight is probably a good thing. I mean, electricity can really hurt someone, and I don't wanna do that! A punch would probably be a lot less harmful!" Butters said, and Dougie laughed a little.

"Yeah, you have a point." Dougie told him, "Once you get an evil lair, maybe you can train with your powers more?"

"That's kinda the plan.... Hang on, I could use my computer to look up abandoned locations no one goes to?..."

"Good idea." 

And so began a search for different abandoned buildings that became an hour long discussion of pros and cons before finally, they seemed to find the perfect spot. An abandoned amusement park, with plenty of room for evil plans, not to mention resources for evil gadgets and practically anything evil! Besides, what was more menacing and scary than an abandoned amusement park?! Once getting that situated, Butters planned to stop by it and investigate it tomorrow, and in the meantime he pulled up videos on YouTube about self defense tips, everything the best villains had, and he stayed up for a while watching those, even after Dougie went to sleep.

He was a creature of the night now, after all; he'd need to get used to staying up late. Sure, he eventually fell asleep to a video of how to do a villain laugh, but he still stayed up late! The next day Butters bided his time, waiting out the day. He was on best behavior so he wouldn't get grounded, playing the role of a sweet, innocent boy, but once nighttime came... Professor Chaos made his mighty, terrifying return!

Butters, now dressed in his costume of tin foil, dark green cloak, and black shirt and pants, made his way stealthily out of his room after an hour of going to bed. He made his way to the amusement park, sticking to the shadows like a true villain, and finally, he made it there. He stood before the abandoned amusement park, looking at the barricaded entrance, and he knew it was a good spot. There was no way in currently; Butters walked around the whole perimeter of the park, but he couldn't see a way in.

"Aww man, how am I supposed to get in?..." Butters mumbled to himself.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he had no way in- Butters paused, looking at the fencing surrounding the building. He could try flying above it, couldn't he?... No, no way! It was way too high up! But... If he could get in, it would be the best base ever. Dougie had offered to ask his grandma if they could use her storage locker, but that didn't feel evil enough... Butters looked up at the fencing again, eyes narrowing a bit as he made up his mind. It was now or never...

Butters squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated, and he felt his feet leave the ground. He hesitantly opened his eyes, seeing him raising above the ground, and he yelped as he looked down, "Oh hamburgers! Maybe this was a bad ideeeeaaaaaaaAAAAA-! AHHH!"

He plummeted, and he squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact, only to feel himself abruptly stop. He hesitantly opened his eyes, seeing himself hovering a few feet above the ground, and he looked around, spinning slightly in the air in a way that made him slightly nauseous, but he pushed it down.

He looked up again, then down, and he narrowed his eyes again. He was a supervillain now! He couldn't be scared of heights when he could fly! That wasn't very villainous, now was it?

He looked up again with newfound determination, and he focused, shooting up in the air. He started to scream, the freezing wind rushing through his hair and pelting his face, before starting to laugh, the adrenaline washing over him exhilarating. He stopped, floating high above the ground, and he slowly looked down. Seeing nothing there filled him with panic, but he pushed past it, knowing he couldn't afford to get scared now.

He pushed himself forward, zipping through the sky at high speeds, and despite the freezing cold air, he wasn't letting it bother him. He flew around for a bit longer, turning, spinning, flipping, and despite getting nauseated, he didn't let it bother him, having more and more fun the longer he flew around, laughing with excitement. He eventually stopped after a bit of flying, hovering high above South Park.

The buildings were dots and lights specks from this far up, and he grinned, shouting, "This town shall know the meaning of true chaos soon, if my name isn't Professor Chao- Ack!" A bug flew into his mouth, causing him to go into a coughing fit, coughing into his hands before finishing hoarsely, "Chaos..."

Butters looked around again, seeing he was quite the distance away from the amusement park, and he lowered his elevation as he flew back to it, slowly letting himself descend in the middle of the park. The inside was worn down and desolate, long abandoned, and it stayed that way as Butters snooped around. Then, he found it. The entrance to one of the scary tunnel rides, closed down and the cardboard cutouts inside broken down.

Butters walked down the rails, tin foil crinkling against the metal tracks, and it quickly grew dark. He paused, looking at his hand as he focused, a ball of electricity forming in his palm and serving as a make-shift light. The crackling electricity revealed spiderwebs, long unused by the bugs that made them, and it allowed Butters to watch his steps much more easily. As he kept walking, he looked over at a large cavern, once home to a scary scene, but it was large enough to serve as a hidden lair, especially with some renovations!

Butters walked into the area further, and he saw an 'employees only' door, but it was locked. Butters frowned, before smirking, testing his strength and kicking the door. The hinges broke, and Butters gasped as it fell inwards to a room, one wall covered in computers.

This must be the security office... Butters realized, yelping as he hovered above the ground as a rat ran past him. If he could restore power to this, he could have visuals to his whole new base at once! He exited the security office and the area that would soon be his new main headquarters, and he walked further down the tracks, seeing a few more areas, like maybe for vehicles if Butters ever got one. Every villain, even flying ones, needed some kind of vehicle, after all!

It was a goal for the future, but it was still a plan. Butters's imagination went wild as he looked around the area, already thinking of renovations, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. Then it came to him.... Mexicans! They would do anything for some cash, and they were super handy with construction!

He'd need to find some who would help him, but only once he made a floorplan of what he wanted it to look like. With the location known, Butters kept looking through the amusement park, finding some awesome stuff while he was at it! He even stopped having to rely on his new electric powers as his eye got used to the darkness! Wait... Butters looked at the sky, seeing the sun rising in the sky. 

"Oh hamburgers!!" Butters yelped, leaping into the air and flying home as fast as he could. 

His parents would kill him if they found him absent from his bedroom, and if they didn't by some miracle wring him a new one, he still couldn't let his secret villainous identity get found out! Thankfully, he got home and changed into his pajamas, hiding his costume once again and getting under his covers and snagging a few hours of sleep before his mom came to wake him up.

Phew, crisis averted... But he couldn't stay out like that all night again, the exhaustion he dealt with the whole day was so not worth it...

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