Jiraiya didn't scream for very long. Screaming generally made bad situations just that much worse by giving hostiles your exact location.
He managed to calm down and figure out what exactly was going on. It didn't help that there was a... (what was that? It looked like the unaborted byproduct of a donkey show.) ...acting like a cornered kitten. Might have actually looked cute if Jiraiya wasn't positive that (whatever it was) was responsible for his ...current state. That was really embarrassing, now that he thought about it.
"You alright, Barton-kun?" he asked. No response, but the kid was talking to Donkey Show.
Ok, calm down. They're busy talking to each other. They heard you. You're not dead. he told himself, his eyes clenched shut, Just, take a breath. Panicking will only get you killed... He his damnedest to be sure this wasn't a genjutsu. The results were a dismaying 'Nope'.
Jiraiya opened his eyes, ...but not if you're already dead!
He gave it one more try. He would get right in Donkey Show's face and if he didn't flinch then he'd know for sure.
Something POP-ed. It was sort of like a teleportation jutsu only bright and holy hell his hand felt like it was going to fall off at the wrist!
He groaned and drew his hand up to his face, just to be sure it was still there.