(Mrs. Cartman leaves and Cartman starts getting dressed. Later, the guys are sitting in their seats, at school, waiting for the first bell to ring. Cartman is watching the door like a hawk, waiting for Petey to show up so he can whip his ass.) Stan: Boy! It sure is amazing what a good night's rest can do. Kyle: Yeah, I don't feel half as bad as I did, yesterday. Cartman: He's dead, you guys. I hope you know that. Kyle: Who? Petey? Stan: Dude, it was probably just a dream. Just forget about it. Cartman: It was not a dream, God dammit! That son of a bitch put a God damn snake in my room last night and it almost bit me! Kyle: Cartman, it probably just crawled up from the sewer, or something. Stan: Yeah, get a grip, dude. Cartman: I'm going to get a grip...around Petey's [bleep]ing neck, the second he comes through that door! (The bell rings, and everybody takes their seat.) Stan: Looks like he's not coming through that door, today, Cartman. I guess you'll have to wait 'til tomorrow to kill him. (Kenny laughs. Cartman's face turns red and he, eventually, nukes out. He jumps out of his seat and starts beating the crap out of Kenny. After a few minutes, he stops. Kenny doesn't move.) Cartman: Oh, my god! I killed Kenny! Kyle: You bastard! (The rats come and start to drag Kenny off. Kenny suddenly sits up and brushes them off. They scurry away.) Stan: Oh. Well, that's a relief. Garrison: Class, can I have your attention, please? I've got some sad news about the school cafeteria worker, Chef. Clyde: Is he dead? Garrison: No, he's not dead. He just overdosed on some of that spicy meatloaf of his last night. He's in the hospital, if any of you want to go visit him. Kyle: Can we go now? Garrison: After school would probably be better, Kyle. Stan: Mister Garrison, are they gonna replace Salisbury steak with that crappy meatloaf, like Chef wanted to do? Garrison: Probably not, Stan. Any food that sends people to the hospital in violent spasms doesn't belong in an elementary school cafeteria. Stan: That's good. That stuff made us sick. Kenny: {Yeah.} Garrison: Anyway, do any of you know if Wendy or Petey are here, today? Stan: Wendy's not here? (Bebe raises her hand.) Garrison: Yes, Bebe? Bebe: They're not here, Mister Garrison. They're spending the day together... (She looks at Stan.) Bebe: ...at his house. (Silence.) Stan: They're WHAT?! Cartman: Well, it looks like I'm not the only one that little pisser's screwing around with, doesn't it, Stan? Garrison: Oh, well, I guess they both get "F"s for the day, then. Stan (getting up): Mister Garrison, can I leave now? I have to go kick someone's ass. Garrison: Is it that little Petey bastard's? Stan: Yeah. Garrison: Go ahead, Stanley. Kyle: Dude, do you even know where he lives? Stan: No. Damn, I didn't even think about that! Bebe: Mrs. Crabtree probably does. Garrison: I'll tell you what, Stan. I'll just lie to her and say it's a field trip and she'll take us there. We can all go. Stan: Fine, let's just go. Garrison: Okay, everybody, single-file, now... (Everyone leaves the classroom in a single-file.)
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