South Park was a quiet little mountain . Now it's filled with crime, if it was illegal people were doing it. a curfew was put for people under 21 which was 8.p.m. However four 18 year olds were breaking this curfew to have a fun time.

Stan, had black hair he kept under a baseball cap that said 'COWS', dark blue eyes, a brown jacket somewhat zipped but you could see a bit of his Terrance and Phillip shirt, jeans, and his tenna-shoes. Kyle, had red curly hair peeking out from under from his green cap, Green eyes, he kept his green jacket zipped, jeans, and shoes. Cartman was a fatass, he red jacket, blue cap where his brown hair was sticking out, black eyes, and he was chewing gum. Last was Kenny, he had his orange jacket unzipped and his hood down, his hair was blonde and oily, Light blue eyes, the black shirt he wore was worn out same for his tan jeans and shoes.

"Hey kenny?" Stan asked.

"yeah?" Kenny answered.

"aren't you cold?" Stan asked.

Kenny shrugged, "I'm use to the cold. I'm fine."

"If you say so," stan said.

"Besides, If I need warmth Cartman can lend me some of his fat," Kenny said.

Cartman yelled, "I'M NOT FAT!"

Kyle laughed, "yes you are."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH STUPID JEW!" Cartman yelled.

Stan looked at his phone, "aw shit, we better get home."

Kyle nodded "yeah, my mom is gonna notice I'm not home."

A man with a gun walked up to them, and the friends backed up a scared, "Money. GIVE IT!"

Kenny spoke up, "dude, chill. put the gun down."

The man shot Kenny's leg and Kenny knelt in pain. Stan, and Kyle knelt next to their injured friend worried.

The man aimed at Stan, "Wallet now!"

Stan glared but took out his wallet tossing it at the man's feet. The kyle was forced to give his wallet.

The man pointed it at Cartman, "You too you tub of lard."

Cartman opened his mouth but the man cocked his gun and Cartman tossed his wallet. The man pointed his gun at Stan smiling.

" ! we gave you our wallets!" Stan yelled.

"YOu saw my face, Can't get busted," he said.

"Murder will just make you more wanted!" Kyle said.

"oh well," The man shrugged.

The next thing to happen was surprising. Kenny stood grabbing the gun by the barrel saying something quietly.

"what the fuck? You wanna die kid?" The man said.

Kenny started squeezing the gun,"don't..hurt my..friends." The gun broke into small pieces and the man backed up.

" shit kid!"

Kenny grabbed the man's arm breaking it so the bone was sticking out of the skin, "AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Kyle noticed something, Kenny had some kind of black smoke coming from his feet, " ?"

The man ran away after that, Stan sighed in relief but had pissed himself out of fear, Cartman picked back up their wallets, and Kyle sat looking at Kenny.

Kenny looked back at Stan and Kyle, " .nds." Kenny collapsed. Kyle caught Kenny before he hit the ground.

"Kenny?!" Kyle yelled. Kenny was out cold.

Stan got up, "oh shit man."

Stan took Kenny from Kyle putting him on his back, "lets get him home. Cartman get out wallets."
Cartman picked them up and they hurried over to Kenny's house.

"Did you guys see it?" Kyle asked.

Cartman, "Kenny break that guy's arm? Fuck yeah."

Kyle shook his head, "not that. the smoke."

"I didn't see any smoke," Stan said.

Kyle sighed looking at Kenny, "nevermind then."