Author's Note:

This story was written by, myself. But the thought came from CallMeBlueStreak, who deserves three fourths of the credit. I just deserve a fourth for writing it. I hope it's to the best of my abilities, Blue Streak. Let me know if you liked it. Review with honesty. I know it's a little out of season, but full steam ahead. oh… and Cartman says a lot of things I would never say in here. It's just him saying it. I myself am Mexican. And Garrison does too, but remember, it's just them. Let me know what you think about the original prop character.

Disclaimer:

The author does not own any of the characters. Neither does the website. The author can, and does express his/her freedom to share credit of the story below, and so chooses to. This story contains swearing. And suggestive racial slurs.

Chapter 1

"I'm warning you, Kinny! If you so much as try to get in there, and see, I'll hurt you!" Cartman yelled as he and his friends walked to his house from the bus stop.

"I'm not gonna try." Kenny reassured through his hood. "Don't worry, fat tub. I don't even care what you got me. I bet it's some hella crappy gift."

"Yeah. He probably got you a bag of cheesy poofs, so he can ask you to give him half." Kyle said laughing his shrill tone. "What a chode."

"Ay! You better watch it, Jew. I'll kill your Jersey ass in your sleep." Eric declared as they rounded a corner and nearly bumped into a kid.

"Oh, look. It's Mr. G Status." Cartman said laughing. "You need a job today, Gus?" he asked. "Wanna shine my shoes? Wanna go to my house and make me some tacos?" he asked.

"Just because I'm a Mexican, it doesn't mean I eat tacos! And my mom and dad are legal in the US! So, I don't need a job. I'ma fuckin' fifth grader, lard ass. I'd watch your mouth around me if I were you." Gus threatened scowling.

The boy stood at a shocking five ten, for the tender age of 10 years old. He had short brown hair, and nice colored brown eyes. he was usually spotted hanging around Token, as they claimed to be, Broskis. Kenny smiled eyeing his trench coat.

"Got any weed?" Kenny asked.

"No." Gus said grinning. "But we can make it happum! Know what I'm sayin' G?" he asked as they both high fived.

They made it to Cartman's house ten minutes later, and Kyle and Stan both departed. Kenny decided it was worth waiting to see if Cartman was going to be distracted enough for him to see what was hiding as a Christmas gift. Knowing Cartman, it was probably really dumb. But then again, it might not be.

Cartman ended up kicking him out three hours later after announcing he was going to get ready to do his homework. Kenny left feeling a little put off. How was he going to find out? Homework? Why the hell would he need to do homework if Christmas break had just started?

Three days went on like this. Until Cartman decided it was time to do something about the poor boy's excitement. He gathered Stan and Kyle at his house and they proceeded to plan. It was simple. Move location of the said gift.

"Kyle's at Eric's house at the moment, Buby!" Sheila said as she hugged him. "He'll be back in a couple hours he said. If you'd like, you can go upstairs and wait for him. I've got to go and buy today's dinner." she said sighing. "Ike's up there with a friend of his. Oh, and speaking of friends, here comes Gus."

The boys were allowed to stay in Kyle's room until the red head returned. Of course, this shouldn't have happened.

"Why are you looking through Kyle's shit, Kenny? You're totally betraying bro code." Gus said plopping down on the bed.

"Okay, first off… no one says that. Second, I just wanna take a peek. It's not like I won't wrap it back up, and put it back." Kenny explained. "It's just a look."

The boy took the present marked, Kenny, off the desk, and unwrapped it. Before he could say or do anything, there was a loud bang, and the boy was blasted backward in a fire ball. Gus let out a yell as the room burst into flames. Miraculously, the Semite's brother came in at the time, and helped extinguish the flames. Not before it was too late. Kenny McCormick had been blown up… By a Christmas present.

"Oh… my… Geeod!" Gus yelled. "Kyle killed Kenny!"

"You bastod!" Ike shouted as his four year old body shook with fright.