(The year was 1992 (becuase let's face it, the kids were 8 years old in 1997) and toddlers are at preschool. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny are playing with a red ball. Stan kicks the ball hard and inadvertently hits a girl in the face. He goes to her to try and comfort her.)
Stan: Oh, jesus, dude. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
Girl: Yeah, my eye hurts, I guess.
Stan: Sorry about your eye, dude.
Girl: No biggie. My name is Wendy.
Stan: My name is Stan. I gotta got go back to the guys.
Wendy: OK. See ya later.
(Lunchtime)
Stan: Oh, crap. I got nothing on my sandwich.
Cartman: So.
Stan: So. How am I supposed to eat a sandwich without anything?
(Wendy overhears him and goes to him.)
Wendy: Here, you can have one of my sandwiches. It's the least I can do.
Stan: Oh, thanks, Wendy.
Cartman: (laugh) Lame.
Kyle: Yeah, lame.
Stan: What
Kyle: That girl likes you, Stan.
Cartman: Yeah, she probably wants to hump your ass.
Stan: Gross, dude.
Cartman: Stan and that bitch humping in a tree, H-U-M-P-I-N-G.
Stan: Shut up, fat ass.
Kenny: (You'd wanna suck her pussy, too.)
(Recess)
Stan: Hey, Wendy
Wendy: Yeah.
Stan: My friends said that you like me. Do you really like me?
Wendy: I don't know. Do you like me?
Stan: I dunno.
(They both turn back awkwardly for a few seconds.)
Stan: You know, I think I like you, as a friend.
Wendy: Reallly. Well, maybe I like you as a friend too.
(They stare at each other.)
Stan: What am I feeling in my stomach?
Wendy: How should I know? I'm 3 years old.
Stan: Woah. I'm feeling it growing. I think something's happening to my stomach.
Wendy: Do you need a nurse?
Stan: Maybe. (moan) I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna...
(Stan pukes on Wendy.)
Wendy: EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!
(Wendy runs away.)
Kyle: Oh, shit, Stan. You really fucked up now.
(Later, everybody leaves school. Wendy sees Stan and goes to him.)
Wendy: Stan! Stan! Wait!
Stan: What?
Wendy: Look, when you puked on me, it was really gross. But also, pretty funny. Just like you.
Stan: You think I'm funny.
Wendy: And pretty. I guess you're both pretty and funny when you puke, especially on me. You could be
the funniest boy I've ever met. Say, what's that word that joins together with friend?
Stan: I dunno, boy?
Wendy: Right, Maybe I can have some boy as pretty and funny as you as my... boyfriend.
Stan: Really?
Wendy: Yeah, I'll prove it.
(Wendy kisses Stan on the cheek. Stan again pukes on Wendy.)
Wendy: EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!
(Wendy suddenly laughs. Stan laughs with her as the sun sets.)
(And that's how Wendy and Stan became a couple for the first time.)