It was about 7:31 AM. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were standing around the mailbox. Kyle was holding a small, brown rectangle box. He carefully slid the box inside of the mailbox and closed the top.

"The money will come back soon, right?" Kenny asked.

"I hope so… I never checked to see when the money will be sent back," Kyle answered. They walked away from the mailbox to the bus stop. When they arrived, they noticed Cartman was already there waiting.

"Well, hi, my lovely friends!" Cartman greeted. He walked towards Kyle and embraced him in a hug. He then released the Jew and hugged Stan, then Kenny.

"No," said Kyle. He knew Cartman was just trying to act magnanimous so he can get a share of the money.

Cartman returned next to Kyle and shouted, "What the hell? I didn't even say anything yet!"

"Cartman, it's blatant to everyone that sooner or later, you are going to ask me about the money again. Trying to be sweet and mannerly won't assist you now…"

"I already told you I don't need your damn money!!!" Cartman squealed, slightly straining his voice. The bus soon rolled to the corner at the bus stop. The four boys walked on the bus and sat in the seats at the far back. Stan and Kyle sat next to each other. Kenny and Cartman sat together on the seats beside their friends. The boys talked for a little bit until the bus stopped at the school. The children walked out of the bus and entered South Park Elementary. After going to their lockers, the 4th graders walked to Mr. Garrison's classroom.

"Sit down, students. Today, we're going to learn about how Nickelodeon is going downhill by trying to steal Disney show themes. Now, it all started when Disney changed from many animated shows to actually filming real people in shows. Nickelodeon noticed how many teenagers watched their dumb ass shows and thought Hey! If their shows are now played using actual people and gets good ratings, screw Spongebob; we can do the same!"

No one was actually paying attention to the rambling teacher. Stan and Kyle were having sidebar conversations while Mr. Garrison continued on for about half an hour.

"Dude, I heard from my dad that there's an old abandoned shed in the forest next to this old guy's house," Stan whispered to Kyle.

"Awesome! Maybe we can look inside and claim it before someone else finds out and takes it."

"Good idea. Let's not tell Cartman, though. His fat ass would block the door and we won't be able to get in!"

Kyle quietly giggled at his friend's joke, but suddenly looked pensively at his desk. "If the shed has been out there for a while, isn't it likely going to be tangled in grass and covered in moss? What would we do then?"

The two thought about what they could do for a few minutes. Suddenly, Kyle finally thought of an answer to his own question.

"Cartman can eat the moss off! He needs the nutrients…" Kyle and Stan tightly closed their eyes and laughed. Unfortunately, Mr. Garrison didn't find anything funny.

"Stan, Kyle, what are you two laughing about? I don't see what's funny about Nickelodeon stealing crap from Disney. Tell the class what made you two giggle…"

"Um, well, Mr. Garrison, we thought it's kind of hilarious that Nick is that desperate to make money and not go out of business…" sputtered Stan, tugging the red edge of his hat. It wasn't his best excuse, but he had to say something.

"Oh. In that case, I completely understand you. Moving on…"

"Nice swift thinking…" Kyle whispered to Stan.

Later, the class went to lunch. After getting their tray, the students selected a table to sit at. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters sat on the far right side of the lunchroom.

"Do you want your fruit, guys?" asked Butters, their goodie-goodie, innocent friend.

"You can have mine," Stan said, pushing his tray next to Butters. Butters scooped up the fruit into his fruit slot and began to feast on the assorted healthy sweets.

"Where is Cartman?" asked Kenny, noticing his absents.

"I think he went to tell Mr. Mackey something in his office. At least I think he is…" answered Butters.

Cartman was, in fact, sitting in Mr. Mackey's office. He was about to convince Mr. Mackey to believe in a huge lie.

"M- Mr. Mackey, I want to tell you some… disturbing… news. I- I just don't know how to tell you."

"Aww… What's the matter, Eric? Is everything mmkay?"

"Unfortunately, no… It- It's about Stan and Kyle. I think they are doing stuff with each other.

Mr. Mackey raised an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of stuff are they doing?"

"Oh, hug and kiss each other, hang around each other in private, things like that. I saw them playing leap frog in the bathroom. Their pants were d-"

Mr. Mackey told Cartman he could stop describing what Stan and Kyle do.

"Whoa! I see your friends are a little… close… I'll talk to Stan and Kyle about this. Thanks for informing me about the two. Now, try to forget everything we talked about today in here, mmkay?"

"Yes sir!" cooed Cartman, aware that his friends' reputation has now suffered a fatal injury. He stepped out of his seat and ran to his next class, for lunch was already over.

"Oh yeah! Don't spread Stan and Kyle's problems around the school, Eric, mmkay?" Mr. Mackey warned, hoping the 4th grader heard what he said. He then stood up and walked to Principal Victoria's office so he could use the intercom. He pressed the red button on the device and spoke into the microphone.

"Stan and Kyle, please quickly report to the Counseling Office."

Stan and Kyle were in Mr. Garrison's class when they heard the message. Cartman was already in the room at his desk.

"Ha ha haa ha ha~" Cartman silently sang. Stan and Kyle got out of their seats and walked to Mr. Mackey's counseling office. Mr. Mackey was already back in his room, sitting in his chair. The two sat in their seats.

"Why, hello boys! You two are probably wondering why you're back here."

"We aren't in trouble, are we?" asked Kyle.

"No! I just want to ask you a question, mmkay." Stan and Kyle turned to each other. They had no clue why they were being interrogated, but they decided to just follow what Mr. Mackey said.

"First of all, how would you describe your friendship with each other?"

Stan answered first. "Kyle and I have been best friends practically forever. We sometimes have our disagreements, but we never stop being friends for a long period of time. He's always there for me… We're always together."

"Stan has saved my life on several occasions! Once, he said he didn't want me to die until he dies."

Kyle's eyes became teary. He quickly wiped the tears away, fearing his best friend noticed. "He also doesn't abandon me when something bad happens in this crazy town… He's the best friend anyone can ever have!" Kyle added. The two best friends shared sheepish, yet sincere expressions to each other; their cheeks were stained with pink, for they were slightly embarrassed for telling the other how they truly felt about their friendship.

"Oh lordy… Boys, please give your parents these letters, mmkay," said Mr. Mackey. He passed two letters with the boys' last names on the front of the envelope to them. The boys grabbed the paper, folded the envelope, and placed it in their pants pocket.

"Mr. Mackey, why are we in here anyway? Our visit seems a bit pointless…" Stan asked.

Mr. Mackey turned his enlarged head in different directions frantically. He didn't know what to say to make the boys get less curious.

"It's, uh, none of your concern. Please go back to class now, mmkay!" Stan and Kyle merely shrugged their shoulders and marched back to Mr. Garrison's class.