(He goes to get some rope. Elsewhere, Special Agents Stan Marsh and Wendy Testaburger are trying to find a bomb at Agent Marsh's house. Agent Testaburger is walking along the side of the house, in the backyard, talking into a cellphone.) Testaburger: It's not out here, Marsh. I checked all the trash cans and everything. Marsh: Did you check Sparky's doghouse? Testaburger: Yes, Marsh. It's gotta be inside! Marsh: Well, I haven't found anything. Maybe, we've got the wrong house. I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything? Testaburger: Got any purple stuff? Marsh: Hold on, I'll check. (Marsh goes into the kitchen. Agent Kyle Broslovski is there, checking the cabinets.) Marsh: Find anything, dude? Broslovski: No, nothing. Marsh: Me, neither. I'm starting to think we're on a wild goose chase. (Marsh opens the fridge. The bomb is inside, with less than a minute on the timer.) Marsh: Oh, dude! This is not good! Broslovski: Whoa! You found it! Marsh (into cellphone): Testaburger, you there? Testaburger: Yeeaaaahhhh... Marsh: We found the [bleep]ing thing! It's gonna blow in forty-three seconds! Get away from the house! Broslovski: I can disarm it, dude. Marsh (pausing): Really? Broslovski: Yeah. Marsh (into cellphone): It's okay, Testaburger. You don't have to go anywhere, Agent Broslovski's gonna disarm it. Broslovski: No, dude. I think you both better go incase I [bleep] up. Marsh (pausing): Dude, I'm not gonna leave you here with that thing if you're gonna [bleep] up! Broslovski: Fine, I won't [bleep] up, then. Now, go! (Marsh just stares at him. Broslovski points at the timer, which reads 17 seconds. Marsh looks down, then puts his hand on Broslovski's shoulder.) Marsh: Dude, it's been great working with ya. (He, then, makes a hasty retreat. Broslovski just stands there and watches the timer tick down.) Kyle: Damn, I wonder why that guy didn't do anything. (Outside the house, Marsh and Testaburger are running away from it. The house, suddenly, turns into a fireball behind them, and they get thrown into the air by the explosion and land hard on their heads. After being dizzy for a minute, they stand up and look back towards the remains of the house.) Wendy: Stan, did your folks say it was okay to blow up their house like that? Stan: No. I guess I should've asked first. (Kyle joins them from off-screen.) Kyle (chuckling): Editing. (Later, the agents are sitting in Assistant Director Garrison's office as he reads their reports.) Garrison: I must say, Stanley, your penmanship could certainly be a lot better. Stan: Marsh, Mister Garrison. Garrison: What? Stan: Call me Marsh, dude. Garrison: Oh, that's right. We're doing your stupid, little movie thing, aren't we? Well, Marsh, I've got another assignment for you. There seems to be a pre-prehistoric murderer of some sort on the loose in South Park, and you need to find out who or what it is so it can be dealt with. Stan (pausing): What's that got to do with the movie? Garrison: I haven't seen the movie, Marsh, I'm just reading what's on this little piece of paper, here. Stan: Oh. Testaburger: We'll get right on that, Assistant Director Garrison! Garrison: Well, I'm glad to here that, Special Agent Testaburger. I think we can do without the titles, Wendy. Marsh: Let's go, Testaburger. We've got a murderer to find. (They leave.)
TO BE CONTINUED...
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