Before I start this story, let me just remind you that this is going to be just like what South Park is traditionally like. So expect strong language (which I'll not write fully most of the time), minor violence, humor and the odd bit of singing here and there (both crap and good). And there'll also be flashback moments in the story as well, so when that happens, I'll let you know. Anything written with "" around them means that they're not meant to be said as part of the story. Alright, let the story begin………

Chapter 1: The New Guy (well….teen)

September 14th 2006, and it was a normal usual day in the small and quiet town of South Park. Everything that had changed in the world, whether it was news, media, finance, society or whatever, it had affected (in some way) the town, so you knew that it was always up-to-date with the times and what was going on in the world around.

It was just about half three in the afternoon on a sunny, but quite cold Monday afternoon. The four small boys; Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman, (the four boys who always seemed to find themselves in some kind of situation or adventure) were walking home from their usual boring day at school.

"Hey guys." Kyle began speaking. "Did you hear about the house up Westend Hill…..?" The four boys stopped to discuss more. "…..well I heard that someone bought the house and's starting to move in today.

"Seriously?" Stan asked; showing a slight sign of shock. "No one's been able to buy that house since……….since……well, since it was built."

"I know, but I heard people talking in school today. They say that one of the people moving into the house is a kid; someone who's a lot older than we are." Kyle replied.

"Oh, I don't think it's anybody interesting." Cartman spoke. "They're probably trying to just scare you so that they can laugh at you and call you a f---ing fag."

"How the hell would you know anything about this fat-ass? You only know coz' I told you so just now." Kyle spoke; expressing a level of annoyance in his voice.

"Shut up, you friggin Jew!" Cartman yelled.

"Cartman, you've never seen this guy before. You've never heard of him. And you haven't heard anything about him whatsoever." Stan replied; backing up Kyle's point.

"Why don't we just go over and see this guy for ourselves?" Kenny spoke, with his voice muffled under his orange jacket.

"Yeh, that sounds like a good idea." Stan spoke. "Come on guys, let's go and see what this kid looks like."

So the boys decided to head up Westend hill to see who this new guy was. It took a few minutes to get to the right place, but they finally made it there.

The house that they were at now was nearly three times larger than any of the normal houses that could be found in South Park. Parked up on the driveway of the house was a large truck. The truck had finished moving all the furniture into the new house and was about to set off. The four boys saw that there were two other people stood behind the truck that they couldn't completely see.

"Alright sir, that's everything. We've also set up the studio down in the basement for you." One voice spoke behind the truck.

"Thanks a lot. I appreciate all the work you've done for me here. I should be ok now." A second voice replied.

"You're living on your own huh? What's a guy like you doing in a town like this anyway?"

"Huh……oh……I'm just….on a college trip. Yeh, just a college trip. It's part of my subject work back home.

"Ah right, well you take care lad."

"Thanks a lot. See yer' later."

The workmen finally got back into the truck and began reversing to return down the road from where they came. The four boys stood waiting for the truck to completely reveal who this new guy was.

The truck finally pulled out to reveal a quite young looking lad standing on the driveway; looking at what seemed to be a folder of documents. The lad was wearing a dark-blue (navy blue) jacket with jeans and white trainers that matched the colour of the snow on the garden. The lad was about just over twice the size of the four other boys and was wearing a thick hat over his hair.

He looked up and noticed four boys looking at him. He walked over to them to greet them.

"Hi there, how you doing? I'm Marcus; Marcus Kane-Bridge." The lad spoke.

At which point, the four boys stood in complete shock.

Marcus was slightly puzzled by this.

"What? What's wrong? Oh god, I'm a bloody idiot. I shouldn't just introduce myself just like that." Marcus spoke again.

The boys were still in a state of shock, until Kyle finally managed to break the silence.

"You……you're not from around here, are you?"

The four boys knew that this lad wasn't American. He was infact British. They suddenly realised just by listening to how he spoke in his voice.

"Ermmmm, nope, I'm from the United Kingdom. I just got here from the airport not too long ago."

"……….Ermmmm, can you excuse us for one moment please?" Cartman spoke; dragging the other three boys over to another area of the grass. "Guys, what did I tell you? He's British; one of the most deadly and most uncool people in the world."

"So what…..he's British." Stan replied.

"Listen guys. British people should not be trusted; especially not in these circumstances. They are nothing more than tea-drinking, biscuit-eating fags." Cartman continued speaking; keeping on the smart-arse style in his voice.

"They are not Cartman." Kyle replied. "Look, he's British, big deal. He may be a cool person. We don't know yet. But he's not a fag Cartman! Stop stereotyping people you've never ever met before."

The four boys turned back round and walked back towards the lad.

"Sorry 'bout that dude. Our friend here's a bit of a dumb-ass."

"HEY!"

"That's alright. I don't mind what people think about me or my country. I'm just one guy. Well anyway, it's nice to meet you guys." Marcus replied.

"Yeh hi, anyway, I'm Stan. And this is Kyle, Kenny and Eric; but we just call him Cartman all the time."

"Nice to meet you four. Who would have thought that the first people I met here would be four nine year olds."

"So why you living in this country now?" Kyle asked.

"Oh I'm here on a college trip that I got sent off on back home in the U.K. We've all been sent to different locations in countries like America, Canada and Austrailia. And I was chosen to come here; to South Park, Colorado."

"So where are your parents?" Kenny asked.

Marcus found it difficult to understand what Kenny said but he managed to get it just right.

"Oh my parents…….they're not here. I'm living on my own."

"…..What. You're living on your own?" Stan was slightly shocked at this; as well as the other three boys.

"Yep, all on my own. The whole big house to myself."

"But how will ya' manage to do all the jobs around the house and stuff like that?" Kyle asked; showing a slight sign of confusion.

But before Marcus could answer, Cartman forcefully but in and started speaking.

"Oh don't worry about him Marcus, he's a Jew; he doesn't know anything about working hard."

"Hey, shut the f--- up Cartman."

"No you shut up you f---ing Jew. Your Jew mind means that you're nothing more than a f---ing lazy non-working Jew-son of a bitch."

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! Now I've never heard nine year olds using that kind of language before." Marcus spoke; still trying to clear the shock from his face after that onslaught of shouting and swearing. "So let me get this straight, you're a Jew, Kyle!"

"……..Yes, I am."

Kyle was still annoyed at Cartman and showed it in his voice.

At which Marcus replied: "…………..Cool!"

The four boys were stunned in shock……again.

"What!" Kyle and Cartman both said at the same time.

"I think Jews are cool. They have just as equal coolness as everybody else."

"Really?" Kyle spoke; showing a smile on his face.

"OH, GOD DAM IT!" Cartman wasn't happy whatsoever.

"I don't think you should ever dis-respect Jews, because if you do, then you're just a f---ing idiot." Marcus spoke; saying his first bit of actual swearing.

Marcus looked at his watched and jumped slightly in shock.

"God, look at the time. I have to be getting unpacked. Well, it was nice talking to you boys. Hopefully, we'll meet again some other time."

"Cool, see yer Marcus." Stan finally spoke; as Marcus picked one final box that was lying next to the door and entered his house.

The four boys began their journey back down the hill; back towards their own homes.

"I guess that Marcus guy ain't that bad." Stan spoke.

"Yeh, especially coz' he said he liked people like me. Finally, for once, someone who doesn't dis-respect me for what I am." Kyle also spoke.

"GOD F---ING DAM IT. I can't believe he said that!"

"Cartman. For at least one second, will you shut the f--- up. Unlike you, he has an opinion that we can all agree on." Stan replied; annoyed at Cartman's continuing complaints and moans.

The Next Day

It was Tuesday. And in their school, the four boys had finally sat down in their classroom just after recess had just finished. Their teacher Mrs. Garrison (formerly Mr. Garrison; before he/she had a sex change) entered the room just after them.

"OK children. Now today we've got a very special visitor coming in who's going to be with us for the rest of the week. Now he's not going to be just like any normal boring visitor, he's come here in order to complete some work that he's doing at the moment. Now he's going to be watching all of you and taking notes of how you behave and answer the questions I ask you during lessons."

"Why? Is he a paedophile!" Cartman spoke; at which most of the class started to laugh.

"No, Eric, he's not a paedophile. Just give him some respect while he's here. OK, YOU CAN COME IN NOW!"

The door opened and there appeared Marcus; with a laptop under his arm and a bag around his other shoulder.

"Hey dude, look. It's Marcus." Stan quietly spoke.

"Yeh, I wonder if this is the work that he was talking about yesterday." Kyle replied.

Marcus stopped and stood next to Mrs. Garrison; ready to sit down on his seat.

"OK Children, this is Marcus Kane-Bridge. He's here on part of a college trip for his Child Psychology course back in England."

"Child Psychology? What the hell does that mean?" Stan spoke quietly.

Mrs. Garrison continued on.

"Now don't worry about his weird voice. All British people talk this way."

"Hey!" Marcus spoke; showing a slight sign of annoyance at what Mrs. Garrison just said.

"Sorry Marcus. Anyway, before we get started on our lesson children, are there any questions that you'd like to ask Marcus?"

Stan raised his hand.

"What does Child Psychology mean?"

"Oh it just means the study of the behaviour and development of children; both physically, mentally, socially and….errrr….psychologically. Don't worry, it's nothing too complicated." Marcus replied.

Cartman raised his hand.

"So you are a paedophile then?"

Most of the kids laughed again.

"Eric. That's not funny. If you're gunna ask Marcus a question, ask a relevant question."

"Don't worry Mrs. Garrison, I can handle this." Marcus put his laptop down. "Look Cartman. Are you just going to stereotype people all your life? First you mock Kyle here just because he's a Jew and now you think I'm a paedophile, just because I'm studying Child Psychology." He walked up slowly towards where Cartman was sat.

"I can come up with a million different negative and dysphemistic things that I can say about you and in comparison to your age and my age, (which is 16 and a quarter) I'm smarter than you, wiser than you, older than you and have a better sense of what's right and what's wrong. So I suggest you stop dis-respecting me now, otherwise I'll be really f---ing p---ed off. But push me too far, and let's just say that you haven't seen the worst side of me yet."

The class were stunned into shock except for Stan and Kyle; who were both smiling and loving what Marcus had just said to Cartman.

"Go Marcus." Kyle spoke; as Marcus walked back to his chair, sat down and turned on his laptop to begin taking notes.

Mrs. Garrison easily broke away from her shocked state and began teaching within the lesson.

Suddenly, a message quietly popped up on Marcus' screen as soon as he logged on.

"Have your digital communicator on after you're done. Communication with you is vital as we have confirmed new data regarding the mission that you must obtain from us. And don't reveal any more about yourself for the moment. We can not fail this mission this early on. The enemy must not win Kane-Bridge, you understand?

Agent 6.AD-2

MI6 Headquarters: Message Sent On 14/09/06 – 15:36 G.M.T."

Marcus quickly read it, closed it and began making notes on his laptop.