Kyle's Mom Discovers Fan fiction

"Hey Terrence", said Phillip, as he farted in Terrence's face.

Kyle looked at his last sentence with a sense of proud ownership. He was glad to find out that he was able to find a sense of creativity without having to come up with something too original. At first he felt bad for borrowing someone else's idea. Then again didn't Hollywood do the same thing? He was adding the final touches of his disclaimer with his pencil and paper, when his mother Sheila Brouflowski walked in the kitchen.

"What are you writing Bubbie?" Sheila asked as she snatched the paper from Kyle's hands. She skimmed over the paper, amused that her son would pick up writing as a hobby, until she saw words like "fart" and "butt" all over Kyle's new piece of literature.

"Wha WHa WHA!!!" shouted an angry/shocked Sheila as she threw the paper in the air…nearly passing out of the utter scandal. "WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO WRITE THIS GARBAGE?!" she shouted uproariously as she pointed a shaking index finger to the paper Kyle wrote. "It's called fanfiction mom, everyone is doing it, and all you do is just write a story involving your favorite characters from a series, stick a disclaimer on it, and submit it on Then, other fans from all over the world will see it. "Kyle, I FORBID you to write anymore fan-stories" "Fanfiction mom…" interrupted Kyle. "Whatever this filth is don't write anymore of it!" "Yes ma'am" Said Kyle obediently. "Good, now wash your hands for supper, I've got a few calls to make."

Eric Cartman was busy typing his new chapter of his fiction called "Brokeback Terrance and Phillip," while laughing hysterically at all the flames he was getting in his reviews…ah yes…nothing makes the day better than torturing other T&P fans by disturbingly graphic gayness of Terrance and Phillip. His only issue was the good review he had received from MrMrsLezbozsaying he did a good job writing it. He was laughing so hard that he did not notice his mom talking to Kyle's mom on the phone. Ms. Cartman had poked her head in the door and spoke in a hushed voice, "Poopykins?" "WHAT MOOOOM," screamed Eric. "I was told by Kyle's mom that you were participating in naughty illegal writing. You don't need to go on that website anymore." " But Moooom" Eric begged as he quickly changed his tone from evil to sweet and innocent, "I wanna write fanfiction!" Cartman was practically whining at this point. "No Eric,…turn that computer off right now, or you won't get dessert." Grumbling about Kyle and how it was his entire fault he turned off the computer and stomped to his room.

One Day later…Stan's mom knocked on the door to Stan's room before walking in. Stan was playing video games. "Son?" asked Mrs. Marsh , "Have you been writing that awful fanfiction that Kyle's parents have been busy protesting about for twelve hours?" "Mom, I hate writing in general… why would I bother with those lame-o stories anyway?"

Kenny was trying to write a beautiful masterful fiction starring Terrance and Phillip saving the universe, using elegant sentence structure and proper use of grammar on a brown paper bag with a black crayon, when a bunch of rats crawled up and ate his paper bag. Saddened, he walked outside on the street, not noticing the mob known as PATF ( Parents Against Tacky Fiction) were running on the street he was on. Kenny was trampled by the mob and died, the same rats that ate his work ate what was left of his corpse.

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AN: I was dying laughing when I was writing this entire thing! This fic kinda came to me when I was listening to Kyle's Mom is A Dirty for the thousandth time. I figured this is what would happen if the boys/and Sheila discovered fanfiction. Find the Disclaimer in Bold Lettering!