(Fanfic) The Party - Part 4

SOUTH PARK The Party - Part 4 by Steve Sutton

(Cindy goes away. Later, the party is underway and totally out of control. Several kids are screaming and swinging from the chandelier, while others are chasing the cat around, trying to grab its tail. Kyle: Dammit, who the hell invited all these [bleep]ing people? I thought it was going to be just us. Cartman: Well, apparently, I'm a lot cooler than I thought. Stan: Shut up, Cartman. This thing is getting way out of hand. Cartman: Dude. Relax. It's a party and there are no freaking adults around to screw it up, so enjoy it. Here, have some chocolate milk. (Stan takes the chocolate milk and takes a sip from it.) Stan: Wow, this is the best damn chocolate milk I ever tasted! (Kyle takes the cup from Stan and tastes it.) Kyle: Hey, you're right! This stuff is great! Stan (snatching the cup back): Get your own, dickwad! Kyle (grabbing at the cup): No, you get your own, asshole! This one's mine! Stan: No, it's not, dick! I had it first! Cartman (reaching for the cup): No, I had it first! I just let you guys taste it and now I want it back! Kyle: [bleep] off, you fat penis! It's mine! Cartman: No, it's not, you guys! I had it first! It's mine! Stan: I'll kick your ass, Cartman! Cartman: Yeah? Well, I'll kick your ass right back, Stan! (Kenny snatches the cup away from them. The rest of the day blurs into a mess of swirling colors and distorted sounds. They wake up the next day with very unpleasant hangovers.) Kyle (holding his head): [bleep], what happened? (Stan throws up.) Kyle: Oh. Yeah, now I remember. Cartman: I'll never drink chocolate milk again, you guys. Stan: Please, dude, don't shout. Kyle: Damn, anybody know what time it is? Cartman (checking the clock on the wall): It looks like four thirty. Stan: Dude, that can't be right. It's daylight out. Kyle: Wait, what time did we get here? Stan: I don't know, but it was dark. (Silence fills the room.) Cartman: No, it can't be. Kyle: Dammit, Cartman, it's Sunday afternoon! We slept through the whole day! Stan: You and your stupid chocolate milk, fatass! Cartman: Well, don't blame me! I didn't know someone was gonna spike it! Kyle: Look at this place, we've gotta clean it up before that slut of a mom of yours gets back. Stan: Yeah, she could be back any minute now. Kyle: Yeah, where's Kenny? (They remember.) Kyle: Uh-oh. (They go into the kitchen and find Kenny stuffed half-way down the garbage disposal drain, with the disposal still on and blood splattered everywhere.) Stan: Oh, my god! We killed Kenny! Kyle: You bastards! (They stand around and look at Kenny.) Stan: Damn, how the hell do you suppose we got him in there? Cartman: Some things are best left unknown, you guys. Seriously. (They stare at him for a minute longer, then spend the next two hours cleaning up.) Cartman (looking out the window): You guys, hurry up! My mom's back! Stan: It would go a lot faster if you helped, Cartman! Kyle: Yeah, this is your house, fatass! Cartman (whining): You guys, hurry! Kyle: Remind me to kick his ass later. (Stan and Kyle throw the last of the mess in a closet and shut the door just as Mrs. Cartman enters.) Cartman: Hi, mom. Mrs. Cartman: Hi there, sweety! Did you have a good time with Mrs. Lauper while mommy was gone? Cartman: Uh, sure. But she got...sick and...went home. Mrs Cartman: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, hon'. Why, hello, boys. How are you doing today? Stan: Fine, I guess. Kyle: Yeah, how was your trip, Mrs. Cartman? Mrs. Cartman: Oh, very refreshing, Kyle. Just what the doctor ordered. Kyle: That's good. Come on, dude. I think we should go now. Stan (sarcastically): Nice party, Cartman! We really should do it again, sometime. Mrs. Cartman: Party? What party is he talking about, hon'? Cartman: Uh... Kyle: See ya! (Stan and Kyle walk out the front door.) Stan: Man, my mom's going to be pissed! Kyle: Mine, too. I told her I'd be back before midnight. Stan: Dude, I really learned something, today. I learned that chocolate milk and boose just DO NOT go together, no matter how good they taste. Kyle: I know what you mean, dude. I know what you mean.

THE END

Great fanfic, Steve, and cookies to you. Keep up the good work!

In article , [email] (the_davester) writes:

Thanks.

If you want, you can put my fanfics on your page. Just let me know what format to send them to you in.

Chris Anderson, aka Mr. Dead

"Mr. Dead: Making the world safe for those who aren't living!"

In article , "Mr. Dead" writes:

Thanks. Text or HTML format is fine. I need them to also be written in script format. Fics written in story format don't really give you the impression that you're watching the show, but reading a book (which I'm all for, but it's easier to get into the "tube groove" with scripts). Thanks, again! :-)

No problem, always happy to help out a fellow SP fan. I'll send you text versions of my fanfics in a few days. As for the script format, that's easy. All my fanfics are written in that style, commercial breaks included. Batteries, however, are not. And they're not even a standard size battery. They're some Middle Eastern knock off that are in the shape of a Joshua's tree. Try finding an adaptor for that!

Mr. Dead

"Mr. Dead: Making the world safer for those who aren't living!"

On 03 Mar 1999 22:28:22 GMT, [email] (SSu2719147) wrote:

excellent fic gorak :))
and it even had a moral
things don't get much better than this!
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In article , Mr Psycho (Mr Psycho) writes:

Thanks, dude. Yeah, I figured that would be a good moral for it. :-)