It is a normal day at South Park Elementary. The students has just been through another endless day at school and can finally go home. The bell has just rang, and most of them still hasn't even gotten out of their classrooms, but a few peoples are inn the hallway. It seems like Tweek is going to be the first one to get out, but then something unusual happens.
High up in the air there had been a plane flying. Unfortunately this is the day Peter Griffin had figured it was a good idea to put the gas meant for the plane into his car, so the plane don't have enough fuel. Therefore it has to take an emergency landing. The pilots almost manages to land it on a nice spot, but it crashes into the entrance of South Park Elementary. The tip of the plane goes into the door before the plane stoppes right in front of a rather startled Tweek.
Tweek: GAAAH! Starts running round and round while waving his arms and screaming in panic.
Eric, Kyle, Stan, Kenny and Butters has also been early out in the hallways and has seen the plane crash.
Kyle: Dude!
Kenny: Mfmhm!
Stan: Holy shit!
Eric: Smiles Awesome!
Butters: Oh hamburgers! We're trapped!
Tweek: Oh god! Oh Jesus! Keeps running around while pulling on his hair, hyperventilating and screaming.
More peoples on their way out comes into the hallway and sees the plane.
Token: Hey guys! Why are you standing... What the ... !
Mr. Garrison: Oh no! Look at that Mr. Hat! Seems like it has been a plane crash.
Mr. Hat: It sure has, Mr. Garrison.
Jimmy: Oh sh-sh-sh. Oh sh-sh-shit!
Timmy: Timmeh!
Craig runs over to the plane and flips it off.
Pip: Oh goodness!
Mr. Mackey: M-kay?
Towelie: You wanna get high?
Everyone looks at Towelie, except for Tweek who is to busy gasping for air.
Stan: Towelie? How did you get in here?
Towelie: I thought you might could use a towel.
Kyle: Why? There is no water here.
The fire alarm goes of because the plane has caught on fire, and water is pouring down at them from the ceiling.
Kyle: Well, okay. Now it is.
Eric: Uh, I'm getting all wet!
Towelie: Seems like you guys could use a towel.
Kenny: Mf, mf-ff mafa mfa. (Yes, luckily you're a towel)
Towelie: No you're a towel!
Mr Macey: No fighting kids, m-kay? Wait a minute.. is that a talking towel?
Mr. Garrison: Okay, kids listen up! There seems to be a problem with the entrance door, so we can't get out. Now I want everyone to stay calm and wait for us to be saved, and pray to god that we don't starve to death before we get out of here.
Tweek: Agh! Ngh! Runs into a wall and passes out.
Wendy and Bebe comes around the corner.
Wendy: Whats going on? Sees the plane. Holy fucking shit!
Mr. Mackey: Now Wendy, watch your language, m-kay?
After a while almost everyone inside the school is aware of the blocked entrance, and they are standing in the hallway staring at the plane in disbelief. Stan, Kyle, Eric and Kenny walks of trying to find Chef and see if he can help them as he usually can. They find him on the way out of the cafeteria.
Chef: Hello children.
All of the kids: Hello Chef.
Chef: How is it going?
Kyle: Bad.
Chef: Why bad?
Stan: Because there is a huge plane blocking the entrance door, so we can't go home.
Chef: What!
Eric: A plane crashed right into the entrance door, and then it caught on fire and the fire alarm went of, and now we are all wet and stuff.
Chef: Sounds like you could use a towel.
Kenny: Mf mufufu mfamfa. (we already have a towel)
Towelie: That's right!
Chef: Ah! What the hell is that thing!
Stan: This is our ..um.. friend, Towelie. He's a towel.
Towelie: mumbles You're a towel..
Eric: God damn it Towelie, would you stop saying that? You're the only towel around here. Okay?
Towelie: No, you're a towel
Eric: God dimnit! I'm not a tiwil, you are!
Towelie: No, you are.
Chef: Wow, children, hold on a second. Your friend is a talking towel?
Kyle: Jepp
Chef: Where did he come from?
Stan: He is a smart-towel. He was designed by aliens so that he could spy on humans, but then he just sort of got high and wandered of.
Kyle: Yeah, and then he was captured by an anti-alien group who pretended to be the government, but now he is just hanging around by him self, sort of.
Suddenly Butters arrives
Butters: H-hey guys! Boy, I sure a-am glad to see you. There is going rumors a-around that you h-have a towel.
Stan: Yes, we do.
Butters: Whoopee!
Eric: Butters, shut up and go get me some cheesy poofs.
Butters: B-but where am I supposed to find cheesy poofs? I-I mean the entrance door is b-blocked, and...
Eric: Just go get me some god damned cheesy poofs! Okay?
Butters: Y-yes sir! Walks off nervously bumping his fists together.
Kyle: Hey Eric, I don't think you are very nice to Butters. He is doing a lot of stuff for you, the least you can do is to show him some respect.
Eric: I don't see the point in that. He does what I tell him to anyway. I don't need to be nice to him.
Kyle: Yes you do. It's not always about you, fat-as.
Eric: I'm not fat, I just have a different lifestyle.
Kyle tries to find something to say back, but can't think of anything. Then Butters comes in again.
Butters: H-hey Eric! I have y-you're cheesy poofs. I found them i-in the trash can.
Eric: Whatever. Grabs the cheesy poofs and starts eating them.
Kenny: Mf, mf! (Dude, gross!)
Stan: So what do we do now?
Kyle: I don't know, I guess we just have to hang around here until we are saved, or until someone finds a way out.