If a word is italicized, it's being said in a feminine way. (Not in all cases...)

It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon. Two young girls were standing side by side in front of Stan's house. One had scarlet hair that passed her shoulders. A green ushanka crowned her hed and a clipboard, a big envelope, and a pen were in her grip. She wore a blue long sleeved shirt with green floral patterns, green gloves, and sea-green pants. The other female was wearing a red and black shirt with a brown hooded jacket, red gloves, and blue jeans. She was holding a guitar. Her hair was elbow length and black. A long, curly bang poked from under her blue hat with the red poof ball on the top. Wait... Ushanka? Poof ball cap? In front of Stan's house? Either these girls are stalking, Style fan-girls or two bodies are in disguise! Randy Marsh exited his house and walked over to the two girls.

"Stan, Kyle, remember to keep a feminine pose, use a girly voice, and when you say please, bat your eyelashes. I assure you those fundraising prizes will be yours if you follow those steps," explained Randy, revealing the identity of the two "girls".

Stan and Kyle straightened their posture, made a high pitched buzz to raise the pitch of their voice, and responded, "Okay."

"Your girl names are Kylie and Stacy. I'll be waiting at home if you need me."

"Yeah, Dad. We'll see you later." Stan and Kyle walked away and ventured out on their quest to sell party snack sets.

**meanwhile at the Cartman's household-**

"Mom, I'm going to the park. Don't forget to sell those party snack sets!" Cartman screamed so his mother could hear. He walked out of the house.

"Okay, poopsikens. I'll get that money for you~" Liane obeyed as she picked up a phone and called several numbers. Each person she called was male. She invited them over to her house.

**back to Stan and Kyle*

"Let's go to this house. Their's a car in the driveway, so someone must be there," Kyle analyzed, him and Stan turning to the concrete walkway. They climbed up the pink porch and knocked on the door, waiting for a response. A few seconds later, an elderly lady opened the door and greeted them.

"Well, hello, little girls! Who are you two darlings?" the grey haired, baggy eyed woman asked.

"Hi, ma'am. My name is Stacy and this is Kylie. We are selling party snack sets. Would you like to purchase one?"

"We have a packet that lists the different types of party snacks. If you like entertainment, we can even sing you a catchy song about the sets, too!" Kyle added, giving her the packet. Batting his lashes, he cooed, "Please buy one and pleasure the discount you're getting."

The old timer flipped through the pages. "Well, you adorable, kind girls do look deserving. It's nice to see young folks working hard. It reminds me of when I was younger; you see, I had a paper route when I was just about your age. Each week, I'd recieve $5.00 for my simple career. I even delivered my papers in rain, snow, sleet, and hail. I lot of the boys and girls in my neighborhood teased and shunned me because they believed women were made for staying at home. They thought us women needed to feed the man of the house... Men! They are awful creatures that won't give you a fervent kiss on the cheek or reassure you when you fall. They just want to get a piece of your homemade apple pettootie pie! That reminds me of the boyfriend I had at age fifteen. I thought he was a beau! He seemed nice for me, but I found out he just wanted to get in my pants... Speaking of pants, I love those cute clothes you children wear! We never had those cutie clothes in-"

"We get it!" Stan inturrupted, covering his ears. Realizing his impoliteness, he uncovered his ears and bashfully said, "Um... we need you to go ahead and fill in the chart on Kylie's clipboard. Otherwise, our valued customers will buy from the other people selling..."

Kyle gave the lady the clipboard and pen. She clamped the packet she was still holding back on the clipboard under the chart. She marked her information on the chart: the type and number of party snack sets she wanted, the total price, her name, and her phone number. Afterwards, she gave the board back to Kyle.

"Just wait right here for a second while I get the money for you," Mrs. Phloris, according to the paper, ordered, walking inside of her house to retrieve the money she owed.

"I can't believe she ordered three party snack sets!" whispered Kyle, staring at the chart on the clipboard.

"I think the please thing persuaded her..." Stan said.

Mrs. Phloris reappeared at the door. Clutched in her wrinkly hand was $9.75. She gave the money to "Kylie". After he recounted the money to verify the total was correct, he cautiously dropped the cash inside of his large envelope.

"Thanks for buying from us, ma'am!" Stan smiled as he and Kyle departed from the property. After hours of singing, selling, and recounting, Stan and Kyle sold at least twenty-one party snack sets! That includes the sets they sold to the elderly Mrs. Phloris. The two arrived at Stan's house afterwards. Stan and Kyle stripped from their feminine tops and their irritating wigs. They removed their gloves as well and reclined shirtless on Stan's bed.

"Well, we made a lot of money today! Even though I feel slightly undignified for being the opposite gender, it makes me happy that it's going to pay off on Halloween!" Stan cheered, his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, I can't believe we passed as girls so well. At this rate, those Terrance and Phillip costumes will be proudly part of our wardrobe."

The room was silent for a moment. Stan, hesitantly, began to ask, "Do you think we should continue playing "Dress Up"? We barely evaded everyone who knew us. If that tree wasn't there while we were walking to one of the houses, Craig would have noticed us and spread the word that we crossdressed!"

"That was a close call... but I'm sure we could raise that money quick if we continue the strategy we used today. Speaking of strategy, I wonder how everyone else is doing with their sales..."

*back at Cartman's house*

"Mom, please explain to me why you only raised $19.50," Eric calmly said to his mom, who smelt of sweat.

The poor, confused mother hated to disappoint her son, but knew it would just make him more depressed if she kept it secret. "I'm sorry, Eric, but while trying to raise the money, I accidentally forgot to collect some of their payments. I didn't mean to..."

Cartman made a fretful sigh and sheild his face with his hands. "I guess I'm going to have to raise this money myself... My mom betrays me by forgeting her duties and now I'll have to work twice as hard as everyone else in order to get that money. Fuck..." He quietly walked upstairs, his head down and mumbling curses at his mother.