(Fanfic) The Party - Part 3

(Phillip checks Terrance's ass and Terrance farts more digested cheese in his face, then they start laughing. Stan and Kyle laugh so hard, they both fall off the couch.) Kyle: Killer! (Saturday arrives, and Cartman's mom is getting ready to leave.) Mrs. Cartman: Now, there's lots of food in the refridgerator, hon', so if your tummy starts growling, you won't have to call mommy at the hotel, okay? Cartman: Sure, ma. (The doorbell rings.) Mrs Cartman (walking off to answer it): Why, that must be the babysitter now. Cartman (pausing): What?! Ma! I don't need a babysitter! Mrs. Cartman: Sure you do, hon'. You didn't think mommy was going to leave you all alone in this big, empty house for two days, did you? Cartman: But, ma... (Mrs. Cartman opens the door to reveal Cindy Lauper.) Cindy: Hi, I'm here to babysit Eric. Mrs. Cartman: Of course, dear. Come on in, I'm just on my way out. Eric, hon', this is Mrs. Lauper. Now, you do what she tells you to do while I'm gone, or you'll make mommy sad, okay? Cartman: Man, this is so lame! Cindy: I'm sure we'll be fine, Mrs. Cartman. Mrs. Cartman: Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow night, hon'. (Mrs. Cartman leaves.) Cindy: So, Eric, what would you like to do? (Cartman waits for his mom to drive away.) Cartman: I know, why don't we play a little game I know called Go Away. Cindy: Sounds like fun. How do you play? Cartman: Well, first, we have to go outside, because it's that kind of game. Cindy: Cool. (Cindy walks out the door and Cartman slams it behind her.) Cindy: Oh. Fun-ny. Who needs this [bleep]ing job, anyway? I'm a [bleep]ing millionaire, for Christ sake! (Cindy goes away.)