Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman were sitting on Stan's couch. Their eyes were focused on the television screen. An interesting commercial was on.

"Have you ever wanted to sneakily video tape or take pictures of people?" asked a man on the screen. "Well, for $99.99, you can get the Super Ultra Tom Peeper 300! This device is so minute; your friends will not notice they are being watched! It doesn't make a sound, either. All you have to do is assemble the video watcher so you can listen and watch people. Place the tiny video camera on a flat surface and wait for your friends and family to come. Catch your neighbors in the dirty act! See what your friend will be wearing today! Easily guard your room from your family! It comes with a flash-less camera, too! Buy the Super Ultra Tom Peeper 300!"

"That sounds awesome!" Kenny cheered, raising his hands. His voice was muffled as usual.

"Yeah, dude! If Shelly gets really mad at me, I could escape out of my house before she even reaches her door," Stan said, placing his hand on his chin.

Cartman didn't care about using the item to protect himself from people. He wanted to use the product for money, or better yet, for betraying his friends. He could use the item to watch Kyle and get embarrassing video clips of his innocent Jewish enemy.

"I'm thirsty…" Kyle moaned. "What do you have to drink here, Stan?"

"Well, we have some Pepsi, a Mountain Dew, and Sunny D."

Cartman, bored, decided to begin making fun of Kyle. "You can't have any sodas or juices, Kyle. Jews can only drink things they find on the street!"

"Shut up, fat ass!" Kyle never reacted kindly to Eric's bigotry.

"Whaa!! I'm so scared…" Cartman sarcastically whined.

Kyle rolled his eyes and hopped off the couch. Stanley followed his action. The two walked in the kitchen.

"Cartman's such an ass. Why do we even invite him to come over? He's practically useless," Kyle mumbled, walking towards the fridge.

Stan, who is use to hearing this kind of ranting from Kyle, whispered to himself, "Thanks for stating the obvious…" "Cartman is a big piece of crap, but he's not that bad, I guess," he said in a normal tone.

"Yeah… I'm sure someone out there is way worse than Cartman."

Stan opened the fridge and told Kyle to choose which drink he wanted. Kyle reached for the Pepsi that was in the door of the fridge. He was attracted to the yellow logo on the top corner of the can that read in bold, all-caps letters, "WIN $3,000! JUST GRAB THE LUCKY CAN!" Stan and Kyle walked back to the couch and sat down.

Kyle wiped the top of the can with his orange sleeve. "I wonder if this can is lucky."

Or shaken up… Cartman begged to himself.

According to the directions, you have to drink the soda first in order to see the message at the bottom of the can that said if you won or lost. Kyle began to open up his can. He removed the clip, but a big surprise sprayed from the can as soon as he opened it up.

"Sphrrrrrrrr- splish!!!" sprayed the can. Kyle was slightly stained with the soda. Some of the Pepsi on his clothes dripped on the couch and was absorbed in the furniture. The red head was not completely soaked from the can, but was still obviously wet. The can was still in his grip.

"…shit…" Kyle sighed. A few snickers were heard on both sides of him. Then the room was silent. Someone finally broke the silence.

"HAHAHAHAAHAAAA~" crackled Cartman. His hysterical laughter controlled Stan and Kenny and the three laughed at their friend.

"I take back what I said before: all of you are asses!" Kyle was less confident about winning now. With the little hope inside of him, Kyle drank the remaining Pepsi that didn't betray him. When he finished drinking the soda, he peeked inside of the can to see if he won the prize money.

"Damn it! It says "You Win!" Kyle dropped his head down. His three friends looked at him like he was delirious.

"You won!?" Kenny asked. You could see the excitement in his eyes.

"Oh my God! That's awesome, dude!" Stan cheered, turning to look at Kyle.

"I won? Holy crap; I did win!" Kyle was joyous.

"How do you get the money!? How do you get the money!?" Cartman asked, begging to know. He pushed Kenny off the couch and took his spot. He studied the aluminum can.

Kyle rolled the can around in his hand and searched for instructions. "It says here to mail the can to a place in New Jersey and they will send back a box of cash to your address. Sounds simple. How about I split the money! Then we'll all have $1,000!" Kenny and Stan showed their approval by bobbing their heads up and down. Cartman wanted to make his opinion known by everyone, though.

"Hella yeah! $1,000~ $1,000~" Cartman sung out. He started to wave his hands in the air and sway them back and forth like a stubby palm tree blowing in the breeze.

"You're not getting shit, Cartman…" Kyle shouted. Cartman ceased with his hand waving.

"What!? Yes I am, Kyle!"

"Cartman, give me one good reason why I should even consider giving you one dollar!"

"Umm… I helped you find a cure for AIDs," Cartman reminded.

"You gave me AIDs," Kyle sternly countered. "Any other painful memories you'd like to remind me of?"

"I helped you, Stan, and Butters watch delicious baby cows-"

"Only because I nearly strangled you to death for saying you wouldn't help us after you farted in my face!"

Cartman walked towards the door leading out of the house. "I'm leaving you fags! I don't need you guys to get money anyway!" With that, he left the house.

"What a pussy…" Stan teased. Kenny picked himself off the floor. Stan and Kyle jumped off the couch. The three remaining boys searched around Stan's house for a small box.