The next day, Tweek's and some of the Tweek Bros. Coffee shop customer's drug test results came back.
All of them were positive for crystal meth.
The last cup of coffee Tweek had drank had also been tested and that too had come back positive for crystal meth.
Tweek was immediately sent to a drug rehabilitation center.
With the positive drug tests, the police had the grounds for a warrant to search Tweek Bros. Coffee. What they found inside was more evidence against Mr. and Mrs. Tweak, who would go to trial.
Meanwhile, enough evidence was gathered against Mr. and Mrs. McCormick and they too would go to trial.
A town meeting was held that night.
"Rabble, Rabble, Rabble!" the townspeople furious shouts rang throughout the community center.
Mayor Daniels tried to calm them down. "People people! Please calm down! I know all of you are very upset…"
Jimbo stood up and shouted at the mayor, "Upset? Upset!? We're furious!"
Ned chimed in, "Mmmm, we're scared!"
Jimbo continued. "They used us! They made us think we were friends and they fucking used us! And now, thanks to them, we could lose Tweek forever!"
"And if that happens, our town will lose one of it's gay kids and break up one of it's favorite couples!" Randy added.
"And that's why we're here, to make sure that doesn't happen but shouting 'rabble, rabble' won't do any good." Mayor Daniels said before adding, "What will is shutting the fuck up!"
The crowd shut up.
"Thank you." She said in more calm and polite sounding manner, "And here with a solution is Thomas and Laura Tucker." She stepped aside for the Tuckers to take her place on the podium.
Thomas spoke.
"Thank you, mayor. My fellow citizens, as you all know, Richard and Helen Tweak are being tried for slipping meth into their coffee and selling it to their customers. They even gave this tainted coffee to their own son, Tweek, who as a result, has developed a serious addiction. At this moment, he is being treated for said addiction but, when he's done, he'll need a place to stay. Unfortunately, it won't be with our family, for we simply cannot afford all the treatments he'll need, now and in the future. Show the rough estimate of how much it'll all cost."
A projection screen dropped down behind the podium. It light up and the rough estimate of the cost of all the medical and psychological treatments Tweek needed were displayed for all to see.
The crowd studied the numbers.
A collective gasp.
"Oh my." Liane Cartman said.
"That's a lot of mother fucking money." A random citizen pointed out.
Laura spoke up, "Yes, yes it is. See why we can't afford to keep Tweek? That's why we're asking if any of you think you can."
Randy Marsh spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Black. "Steve, Linda, what about you?" Your family is the richest in town. Surely you of all people could afford all of Tweek's expenses. What do you two think about adopting him?"
Steve and Linda Black looked at each other before Steve spoke, "Actually, we've already talked about this a little bit. We got to see the rough estimates before the meeting and…"
'Wait, you did?"
"Yes, when we first saw the numbers, we immediately thought of the Blacks. We got together, showed them. We were about to tell you all but well, you jumped the gun on us." Thomas explained.
"And, what do you think?" Randy questioned again.
Steve sighed, than explained, "And there were some good points made. You're right, we can afford Tweek' treatments. Also, he's one of our son's closest friends and I believe it would be the best thing for Tweek to be able to stay with people that he knows and is comfortable with. But..."
"But what?"
"You have to understand; this is a huge decision to make. This is Tweek's life we are talking about and this all just happened and we don't want to rush into things. We need time to think things through. That's why…we want a plan b, just in case."
"And we completely understand. So, any takers?" Laura finished.
A few murmurs among the townsfolk.
Randy turned to the Broflovskis. "Gerald, Shelia, I'm sure you could afford him…"
"Have you forgotten that we're already taking care of Stuart and Carol's children and trying to find them a home?" Shelia retorted.
"…Oh yeah, that's right…but…but your family is one of the only ones that can afford Tweek's medical bills…"
"The McCormick children don't come with bills, why don't you and your family take care of them?" Gerald piped in.
Randy put his hand to his chin and pondered for a moment.
"Oh no, no! We are not taking them Randy!" Randy's wife, Sharon, said from his side.
Randy scowled and said, "Oh here we go again. First you're against adopting Tweek, now you're against adopting one of our son's best friends? What's your deal, Sharon!?"
"My deal is that I'm against those children living with someone who can't admit he's an addict!"
Well; that got everyone else in the room's attention, as they shifted it onto the Marshes.
"W-what?" Randy stuttered.
"There are three children who just got taken away from their addict parents and one who will be a recovering addict thanks to his parents and the last thing any of them need is an in denial alcoholic step-father and I'm sure that Child Services would agree with me!"
Randy didn't say anything. For what felt like a long time but was probably less than a minute, no one said anything. A heavy silence hung in the air. Then Randy cut though it.
"Ye-yeah? Well…if you think I can't take care of them, then…then Gerald shouldn't be either!" Randy shouted, pointing at Gerald.
Shelia went. "What What Whaaat?!"
"What?! Why the fuck not?" Gerald demanded.
"Oh, don't act so innocent. Remember that time you cheesed out and fought a little boy in your underwear, huh? Member that, Gerald?"
A while ago, some children were getting high off of cat urine (dubbed cheesing), so a law was passed banning all cats in South Park. But then Gerald, who was the one who had gotten the ban passed in the first place, got high on cat pee himself and ended up fighting Kenny (who was also high as a kite) in public, with Gerald wearing nothing but his underwear. Needless to say, it wasn't one of Broflovski family's proudest moments.
"Ten years! It was a momentary relapse after ten years and I haven't cheesed since! How long has it been since your last drink, breakfast?" Gerald yelled back.
"It was a tasting of French wine and it was classy!" Randy shouted back.
"Pfff, classy my ass. Sharon's right, you are an alcoholic and you know it!"
Shelia joined the conversation. "Randy, Sharon has talked to me about this. She's really worried about you and I am too. Think about your health. Think of the example you're setting for your children. I really think…"
"Oh, oh so now I'm a bad father, is that it?" Randy accused.
"What? No! I didn't say that! What I meant was that you could do better for yourself and your children if you admit you have a problem and get help for it."
"I don't need help, you fat bitch!"
"Don't call my wife a fat bitch, you alcoholic piece of shit!" Gerald shouted, getting in between Shelia and Randy.
"I'm not an alcoholic, cat pee guy!"
"At least I can admit my addiction and take steps to quit, unlike you!"
"And that makes you better than me? Huh? Think you're better than me? A better father!?"
"Both our wife's surely think so!"
Sharon looked away.
Shelia yelled out. "Gerald! What the hell?"
Randy punched Gerald in the face, knocking the other man unto the hard wooden floor.
"Gerald!" Shelia cried out, looked down onto her now unconscious husband, turned to face Randy and punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor.
"Randy!" Jimbo shouted, punching Shelia.
"Shelia!" Sharon punched Jimbo.
"Jimbo!" Ned punched Sharon.
Someone else punched Ned.
More punches were thrown.
Insults and chairs started flying across the room and soon there was an all out brawl among the townsfolk.
The only ones not fighting were the Blacks, the Tuckers, the mayor's bodyguards and the mayor herself, who covered her face with her hands and letting out a long exasperated groan.
"You're staring at him again." Token said.
"Huh?" Craig was pulled out of his thoughts and looked at his friend.
It was the next day in the cafeteria and Craig, along with his friends, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy were eating lunch together.
"You're staring at Kenny…again." Token repeated.
Indeed, Craig had been staring at Kenny from across the room, as he had been on and off all morning.
"I'm just…thinking about what to say to him." Craig said.
"You know you don't have to talk to him, right?" Clyde spoke up.
"Yes, I do."
"But didn't Tweek only suggest that you talk to Kenny?" Token said.
Craig had told him along with Clyde and Jimmy about the hospital visit.
"Yes but I know he really wanted me to."
"Well if you w-wanna talk, you better d-do it while you've still got the cha…while you still got the chaa…the chaaa…the chaaaaa…while you still got the ch-chance." Jimmy said.
"I know but first I have to figure what to say and how to approach him. I mean, I know he's not the one who made the meth or gave it to Tweek but…I mean…I suspected that he knew something and Tweek did too but…to actually hear just how much he knew…"
Kenny McCormick had known about his parents renting out their garage to drug dealers, who he also knew had turned it into a meth lab. He had also known that the Tweaks brought meth from said lab and that Tweek was the one to always pick it up.
But he swore, he thought that Mr. and Mrs. Tweek were using it only for themselves and using Tweek to pick it up for them. The idea they were putting it into their son's and their customer's coffees hadn't even crossed his mind.
"Do you believe him? When he says he didn't know what they were doing to Tweek?" Clyde asked.
"Yes. I believe him. That's not the problem. I told you all what the real problem was, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did." Token said. Jimmy and Clyde nodded.
Craig let out a groan before burying his head in his arms and laying them on the table. "What am I gonna do?"
"One of us could t-talk to him for you." Jimmy suggested. "Just tell us what to s-say and we'll d-d-do it."
Craig lifted his head and thought about that for a good few seconds, before answering his friend. "Tempting but no, I have to do this myself. Thanks for offering though."
Once again, Craig's eyes drifted to Kenny. Only this time, Kenny was looking straight back at him. Their eyes met and they stared at each other what felt like forever but probably was only a few seconds before dropping their gazes at the same time.
Craig thought to himself, "I will talk to him…eventually."
Craig thought about approaching Kenny several times that afternoon but never went through with it.
Kenny thought about approaching Craig too but; like Craig, he lost his nerve every time.
There was a car parked in front of the house, a different one than usual.
"It must belong to whoever wants to foster us" Karen commented.
Shelia had messaged Kyle, Ike, Kevin, Kenny, and Karen and told all of them to come straight to the Broflovski house right after school. There was a couple interested in fostering the McCormick children but she hadn't said whom, only that they lived in town and that they wanted to talk.
"You think they'll be nice?" Karen asked Kenny.
They and the rest of the children were on the sidewalk right in of the Broflovski house, searching their brains to see if anyone could recognize the car. It was a really nice sports car that none of them recognized.
"I hope so, Karen." Kenny responded. "I really hope so."
The walk from the sidewalk to the front door seemed longer than usual.
Kevin's hand hovered over the doorknob for a few seconds before finally turning it and opening the door.
The children walked inside the house, into the living room.
Where right there, having tea with Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski, were none other than...
"Big Gay Al and Mr. Slave?!" Kenny and Kyle exclaimed at the same time.
"Hi ya kids!" Big Gay Al and Mr. Slave said together.
"Wait, You know these guys?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah we do." Kyle answered before asking the two men, "But what are you two doing here? Wait...Are you...?"
"Yes, we're the ones interested in fostering Kevin, Kenny, and Karen." Mr. Slave said.
"R-really?" Kenny asked.
"Yes, you see, Mr. Slave and I, we've actually have been talking about fostering and adopting for a while now and when we heard that none other than our old friend Kenny and his siblings needed a new home, well, it just seemed…right…you know? But we still would like to talk to you kids first before making any decisions. So, mind if we talk with you all for a bit?"
"No, not at all! That would be great!" Karen said.
And so they talked and talked and talked some more, first over tea, then over a home-cooked dinner that Big Gay Al had prepared and brought over, which to the McCormick children, looked and tasted like a meal fit for a king, with every last bite savored.
They all talked until finally the two men had to go home. They still had to think some more before making their final decision but promised to let everyone know what it was soon.
Later the night, Kyle and Kenny were in Kyle's bedroom, talking with their friends, Stan, Cartman, and Butters over Skype video conference call, recounting what had happened.
"Dude, that's awesome." Stan commented.
"Yeah…" Kenny said in an oddly subdued voice.
"Wow slow down Ken, don't sound so excited." Cartman said.
"Yeah, It thought you would be more happy. Big Gay Al and Mr. Slave are awesome." Butters said.
"I know they are and I'm glad that they're considering adopting us. It's just…" Kenny began to explain before he was interrupted by a loud dinging sound.
It was Kyle's cell phone. Kyle glanced briefly at it, than he looked again, longer this time, reading the name on his cell phone screen over and over.
"Kyle? Who is it?" Stan asked.
"It's Craig!" Kyle answered.
"What?!" Everyone else said together.
"He sent me a text message!" Kyle explained.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Read it!" Stan said.
Kyle unlocked his phone to get to his messages and read Craig's.
"It says 'tell Kenny to meet me tomorrow at recess by the big tree on the playground. We need to talk. Also, tell him not to wear his hood.'"
"Why no hood?" Cartman inquired.
"Hold on, I'm getting to that." Kyle went on reading the message. "He also says, 'I want to see Kenny's face while talking to him.'"
"Tell him I will talk to him. With no hood." Kenny told Kyle.
"I don't know, Ken, are you sure about this?" Kyle asked his friend.
"Yeah man, what's if it's a trap? What if he kicks your ass instead?" Cartman suggested.
"If he does I'll let him." Kenny answered.
"What?!" The rest of the boys said all at once.
"If Craig wants to kick my ass, I'll let him. I won't even fight back." Kenny explained.
"What the hell, dude?" Stan exclaimed.
"But why?" Butters asked.
"You all know why!" Kenny shouted.
No, none of his friends understood why but before anyone could ask him to elaborate, Kenny was grabbing the phone out of Kyle's hands.
"What the hell?" Kyle said.
And quickly texting back a reply with one hand while keeping Kyle at arm's length with the other.
"Don't do this!" Kyle pleaded.
Deal
He'll be there
"Stop!" Kyle kept pleading.
Then hit send.
All before Kyle was able to snatch his phone back.
"What the hell Kenny?!"
"I'm going to talk to him!"
Kyle's phone dinged again. It was Craig's response, which was.
Good, see ya there
