:::Meanwhile at Castle Plundar:::
        Monkian was flipping through the cable channels as he lazily munched on a week old Banana-Pepperoni slice of pizza from Berbil Hut.  Skipping past the Sailor Moon rerun, he stopped when he saw the Comedy Central logo pop up on the TV.
        His eyes became glued to the screen as South Park appeared.  After hearing a few vulgar phrases from the show, a dopey grin spread over his face.
        And deep within the void in Monkian's skull, which we would normally call a brain, the light from a candle flickered into a full blaze.
        "I got it!"  He hollered.
        "What, that your pizza has penicillin on it?"  Vultureman scoffed as he finished off his peanut butter and pickle sandwich.
        "Hoo hoo, that's what we need to do!"  He said as he pointed to the screen.
        "AHHHhh- totally degrade ourselves by screaming vulgarities at each other, and get paid at the same time?"
        Slythe entered the room as Vultureman gave his response to Monkian.
        "Sssounds good to me!"  Slythe cackled.  He came up and slapped Vultureman on the back.  "Good job, bird brain-"  And he pointed to the screen.  "Now tell me how we can become like them, yes?"
        Vultureman was befuddled at the moment- how could Slythe actually want to go along with this idea?  AHH..oh well- at least I got the credit for the idea.
        "AHHHhh, uhhh, well we need four main characters- each one similar to the characters on the show."
        Jackalman at the moment was finishing off his final can of Jolt when he became interested in the conversation.
        "Nyah!  I got dibs on Stan's part!"
        "AHHhhh-- and since I came up with the idea- I'll be the director!" Vultureman cawed.
        "Hoo, but Vulture-"  Monkian stuttered.
        "But nothing, you're going to have Kyle's part.  Unless, you want to be Kenny.."  Vultureman sneered.
        "Uh, ok."  Monkian grumbled.  "I'll be Kyle then."
        "AHhhh...Slythe, you're going to be the fat boy, Cartman."  Vultureman checked off his list of characters.
        "I am not fat you idiot!"  Slythe hissed.  "Just hussssky."
        "But who will be Kenny?"  Jackalman's infamous whine appeared.  "We can't go on without a Kenny!"
        Vultureman merely waggled a finger at him.  "Jackalman, Jackalman.  I know that Lion-o's still looking for a job- and everyone knows its a fact that he'll never get one.  So...."
        "Nyah hah ha!  Your cunning never ceases to amaze me!"  Jackalman laughed.
        "AHHhh..That's why I'm the director."  Vultureman beamed.
        "Ssssooo, who's going to be Chef, and Wendy?  I don't know any other female mutants, and all our lackeys are missing."
        It was Jackalman's turn to add his contribution.  "Ha ha hah heh!  Pummyra owes me for a bet I made with her once- She can be Wendy!"
        "Hoo hoo, and it will be no problem to get Panthro with these photos I got." Monkian grinned.
        "Let me see that-"  Vultureman grabbed the photos.  They were only pictures of bananas.  "Bananas?!?  How in Plundar is that going to get Panthro to be on our... our..."
        "Parody?"  Jackalman chimed in.
        "Right."  Vultureman stared at Monkian.
        "Hoo, well he doesn't have to know they're pictures of him."  Monkian hooted.
        "Heh heh.. then leave the rest to me guys!  Tally-Ho Mutants!"  Vultureman shouted.

        "What do you want, Jackalman?"  Pummyra scowled, her eyes narrowed at the mutant.
        "Yeah, what she said- and where are those pictures, Monkian?"  He growled.
        "Mmm, mhpm mmhp....(these are good cookies...)"  Lion-o mumbled.
        All of the Thundercats were present, all with the exception of WilyKit- who was still trying to regain her sanity, locked up in a padded room in Cat's Lair.
        "Ladies and Gentlecats,"  Vultureman paused.  "I have recently come up with an idea that will bring us back into employment.  I will need everyone's help in this of course; so that's why you're all here- We're going to do a parody of South Park."
        "South Park?  Why South Park?!?"  Tygra crossed his arms.
        "AAhhh... Because it seems to be one of the more popular cartoons out there, and we figure once they see us- we'll be a shoe-in to take their places! Besides, I always wanted to use that Cartoon Converter Gun of mine one of these days."  Vultureman explained.
        "Well, I only have one problem, Vultureman- how can we be sure this Cartoon Converter Gun of yours actually works?"  Pummyra said as she laid back in her chair.
        "AAHHHhh!  My inventions work perfectly fine!"  Vultureman shouted.  About everyone turned around and stared at Vultureman, except for Lion-o, who was still munching on the cookies.  "Cross my fingers!  Hope to die!  Stick a needle in my eye!"  He stated with full assurance.  Before he could be doubted any further, he pulled out an odd looking pistol, set the dial to "South Park", aimed at WilyKat.  And fired.
        WilyKat screamed as his body morphed and shrank and stretched, his features twisting to a mockery of his former self.  Another words, he looked almost like Stan, except for the feline face marks and striped mane.
        "%&!%#% what did you do to me you fat@$$ed mutant?"  WilyKat screamed.  "I'm shorter than a #^@$$& snarf!"   And it was true- Snarf stood by him in wonder, nearly towering above the bewildered Thunderkitten.
        "I haven't been able to work out the censored cussing problem yet, but I figure it just adds to the humor."  Vultureman shrugged.
        Tygra shook his head.  "Old habits die hard."
        In the meantime, Panthro was about to reach for the plate of cookies when Vultureman slapped him on the wrist.  "AHHh uhhh... Only for the Lord of the Thundercats."  Panthro was about to voice his opinion on the matter when Slythe cut him off.
        "My sssecret resssipe... made with molasses and peanut butter."  Slythe snickered.
        Vultureman chimed in.  "Makes him sound more like Kenny."
        Lion-o's eyes widened with fear.  "Mhph miph?"  ("Got Milk?")