Hey you guys(: This is my first fanfic so please don't be harsh.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything.

Craig Tucker sighed as he sat on a log stretching his legs. He was mad as hell and pretty bored at the same time. Normally, he liked things nice and boring, but this was not nice, nor was it the usual boring. He hated his life right now. I mean, who wouldn't? He had been robbed of his birthday money, joined a Peruvian flute band, and was now lost in Peru.

He had taken a brake from all the walking with the four assholes- as he liked to call them- trailing behind. Craig hated them more than anything at the moment. He would have rather been playing with his pet, Stripe, or hanging out with Clyde, Token, or even that spazzy Tweek Tweak!

Craig looked around dejectedly. He had no idea where they were. He flipped a random bug walking past him. It was around four or five in the afternoon and it was blazing hot. Suddenly, realization hit him.

While Kenny had been randomly killed by something, Kyle and Stan in deep conversation about something he didn't care about, and Cartman doing whatever he does, Craig flipped them all off.

The only thing that went through his mind was, Damn, I'm missing "Red Racer."

Did you love it? Hate it? Haha. Sorry if it's not good. Again, this is my first fanfic. And I'd appreciate constructive criticism! :D

Bye(: