This is a parody and crossover of South Park and the greatest 80's movie, "The Breakfast Club." I do not own anything of South Park or rights to The Breakfast Club. If I did, everything would be ruined.

"Saturday, March 4th, South Park High, South Park, Colorado. Dear Mr. Garrison, we accept the fact we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for what ever we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you're crazy telling us to write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us a brain, an athlete, a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed."

Bebe sat in the car with her dad staring at the school in disgust. "I can't believe I have to do this...I don't even deserve this!"

Her dad sighed. "Honey, skipping class to go shopping with Red is not like you." He handed her her lunch. "Have a nice day."

She sighed, slamming the door of the BMW.

Butters sat in the car with his dad, looking at the ground in remorse.

"Is this the last time or the first time you're gonna do this?" He could practically kill his son right now.

"Last..." He wimpered.

"Now you get in there and you think about what you done, you hear me?" Butter's dad screamed.

"Yes sir." Butters awkwardly skipped up the stairs of the school.

Inside the library, Stan sat down next to Bebe taking off his sports letterman. Kenny waltzed in with his ragged orange sweater. He signaled Butters to get the hell out of his seat. Another kid who covered his face with his green hoodie practically ran in and plopped down on the seat in the back on the library, facing his back to everyone else. His green hoodie shook. Bebe and Stan snickered at him.

Mrs. Garrison walked in holding papers and pencils. He took a good look at each and everyone in the library. "Well, well, well. I'd like to congragulate you pricks for being on time."

Bebe raised her hand. "Um excuse me Ms, I know it's detention and all but, uh, I don't think I belong in here."

Mrs. Garrison raised her eyebrows at her. "It is now 7:06. You have exactly 8 and a half hours to think about why you're here." He looked at Bebe. "You may not talk." He looked at Butters squirming in his seat. "You may not move from these chairs." Butters stopped. "And you may not sleep." Mr. Garrison snatched the chair under Kenny's feet.

"Now, you people are gonna write an essay, of no more than 800 words." Mrs. Garrison placed notbook paper on each of the tables the kids sat in.

"Is this a test?" Kenny asked.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay. No repeating the same word 800 times. Is that clear Mr. McCormick? Maybe you'd learn something about yourself. I'm gonna be sitting in the other room and if I hear any monkey business, you're gonna be joining me, any questions?"

"Yeah I got a question."

Mrs. Garrison turned around to Kenny.

"Does Martha Stewart know you raid her wardrobe?"

She pointed her finger angrily at Kenny. "I'll give you the answer to that next Saturday. Don't mess with me Kenny, or I swear to god." Mrs. Garrison left the room.

It was going to be a long day, everyone knew it.

In the back of the library, there was whimpering. The boy shook and yelped quietly.

Eveyone turned to see.

The boy stopped, he felt the prying eyes on him. He turned slowly and screamed.

"You keep shaking like that and you're gonna end up getting a seizure." Kenny said.

The boy just screamed biting his nails.

Kenny stared at the kid in the green hoodie. "You know I've seen you before."

Mr. Garrison's face leaned over the door to check on them. Kenny sunk back in his seat.

Butters played with his erasers shaped like apples. "Loo loo loo I got some apples loo loo loo you got some too..." He sung quietly to himself. "Loo loo loo let's get toge...ther..."

Kenny glared at Butters.

Butters chuckled nervously, nodding back awkwardly rubbing his knuckles.

Kenny just turned to look around the library, landing his eyes on Bebe.

"...Na na na na na na na naaa na na naaaa"

Bebe rolled her eyes. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Oh shit!" Kenny yelled. "What if one of us gotta take a piss?" He shrugged. "You gotta go, you gotta go." Kenny pulled down his zipper.

Stan turned around. "Hey you're not urinating in here, man."

"Don't talk, dont talk! It makes it crawl back up." Kenny said concentrating.

"You whip it out and your dead before the first drop hits the floor." Stan growled.

Kenny looked at him. "Hey you're pretty sexy when you're angry. Arrr."

Stan just rolled his eyes.

"Hey homeboy." Kenny called Butters. "Why don't you close that door over there and we'll get the prom queen here impregnated." He chuckled. Bebe's eyes widened.

"Hey, Hey!" Stan barked.

Kenny laughed "What?"

"If I loose my temper you're dead."

Bebe scoffed. "Why don't you just shutup, Kenny? No body here's interested."

Stan huffed. "Asshole."

"Well hey sporto what did you do to get in here? Forget to wash you're jock?"

Stan turned facing Kenny. "Look just because you live here doesn't mean you get to be a a pain in the ass, so knock it off!"

Kenny nodded "It's a free country."

"Ugh!" Stan groaned.

Kenny got up, jumping on the railing of the wheelchair ramp. "Why don't we close that door? We can't have the bitch checking on us every few seconds."

"B-but we're supposed to leave it open." Butters said.

"So what?"

"So why don't you just shutup?" Stan barked "You know what Kenny you don't matter in this school. You don't count, you might as well not even exist at this school and it wouldn't make a difference."

"Well maybe I'll just join the football team huh? Like you god damn jocks."

Stan scoffed. "They wouldn't take you."

"I'm hurt."

"You know guys like you knock everything down?" Bebe shook her head at Kenny. "You're just big cowards. See, you're afraid no one would accept you so you dump on everything."

Butters jumped in. "I'm in the math club."

Kenny nodded. "You know you bitches are so smart that's exactly why I don't join clubs!"

"I'm in the physics club too!" Butters chirped.

Kenny stopped. "Excuse me." He looked at Butters. "What the hell are you babbling about?"

"Well I said I was in the math club and the physics club an-"

Kenny raised his hand. "No, shutup."

Stan growled. "Look you guys keep talking and Mrs. Garrison is gonna come in here and write us up. I can't miss my football game next Saturday."

Mr. Garrison exit the library.

Kenny gasps running towards the door.

"Hey what are you doing?" Stan yelled.

"Young man, have you finished your paper?" Kenny mocked Mrs. Garrison's voice. He looked around the hallways and started to uscrew a bolt in the door hinge.

"Come on Kenny don't screw around. You heard what she said, you're gonna get us in trouble." Bebe whined.

"Kenny that's school property you can't mess it, I mean really, that's bad." Butters warned.

The door swung closed after Kenny unattatched something.

"Kenny fix it!"

Kenny laughed. "Aren't I a genius?"

"Fix it!"

"Alright everybody just shutup!"

"No if you don't fix it right now I'm gonna-"

"Look ju- just SHUTUP!"

Mr. Garrison heard the yelling from outside the hallway, unitl she noticed the closed door.

"GOD DAMN IT." She yelled.