SOUTH PARK

Switched!

Chapter 2 – The Plan is in Motion

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The next day arrived swiftly enough. Kyle, Kenny and Stan were already out waiting for the bus, in that order. They stand like that for a moment, staring off into space until the silence is broken by Kenny, 'Mphmmph m?' he asked. Kyle gives him a blank look, then looks down at Stan. "You're right, we are in the wrong spots," he said, as though it were some sort of great revelation, "Dude, this is going to be harder than I thought," he added while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hey, you're not supposed to do that, I am," Stan piped up, then for emphasis pinched the bridge of his nose, shut his eyes tight, "Man, I hate this fucked up town," he said. He snickered some after that, and then the boys all switched positions so they were standing in the order of Stan, Kyle, a big space for Cartman, and Kenny, and resumed their staring off into space.

Only moments after they had gotten into position, Cartman showed up and took his place between Kyle and Kenny, though he didn't notice the angry glares from Kenny, who he had bumped into while taking his place. "Oh, hey Cartman," Stan said dully, then smirks, "how was your visit with the eye doctor?" Kyle and Kenny both started snickering.

"Ey, what's so damn funny?" Cartman snapped, "Shut your fuckin' mouths. It just so happens that my eyes are perfectly fine, thank you. I SAID SHUT UP JEW RAT!" Cartman snapped again at Kyle, who had still been stifling his laughs.

"Fuck off fat ass," Kyle retorted, as the bus arrived, and the boys started getting on.

"Don't call me FAT! I told you I'm just big boned!" Cartman huffed and filed into the bus, taking his seat.

Kenny muffled out a "mphhmmm phmm" and took his seat as well. Stan chuckled softly as he and Kyle took their respective seats at the back of the bus. "it looks like it's working. He doesn't suspect a thing," Stan said quietly so only Kyle next to him could hear. Kyle only nodded in response, his blue eyes focused on the back of Cartman's head.

When they arrived at school, the whole place was in an uproar of chaos brought about by the coming of the one day of the year they were allowed to openly play nasty pranks on each other. The boys got off the bus, and almost instantly had to avoid being pelted with various items, including pencils, rubber bands, paper clips, and someone's dirty underwear, which unfortunately ended up landing on Kenny's head. "Mh, mphmm mph," Kenny said in disgust and knocked the offending item off his head. The other three shared a good laugh at Kenny's misfortune as they hurried to class to avoid any more chaos, especially since a bowling ball had just been introduced into the mix.

Everyone filed into the classroom and took their respective seats. Kenny was taking a moment, staring wide eyed at the multiple blurry sketches of naked women that were present all over the desk top. He quirked an eyebrow and looked up as Mr. Garrison came into the room.

"Ok, settle down class. Since Mr. Hat decided to go psycho on us and interrupt the lesson yesterday, today we are going to pick up on our discussion on augmentation. Now, can anyone tell me what we were talking about yesterday?" he pauses for a moment, his eyes drifting from Kyle to Wendy and back again, half expecting both to be in the midst of a 'I'm smarter than you' duel, but was surprised when neither answers, "anyone?" his gaze then settles on Kenny, from whom he was expecting a more perverted explanation of what he was talking about.

Stan instead raised his hand, "You were telling us about how insecure girls are so they have some doctor stick bags of jelly fluid in their titties to make them three times the normal size, but if you squeeze these fake boobs, you find they are hard as rocks, not tenderly squeezable like natural ones. They are only fun to look at by that point," he said triumphantly, then blushed slightly, realizing just about everyone in the class was looking at him as though he had just pissed on the Bible.

"Whoa dude," Kyle said, staring at Stan, his face a few shades paler than normal.

Stan blinks a few times, then looks towards the front of the class at Mr. Garrison, who was giving him an amused but shocked look, "Stanley!" he said finally "Am I going to have to send you to the councilor's office?"

"No, Mr. Garrison," Stan answered quickly.

"Whoa, that sounded like something Kenny would say," Cartman blurted out, laughing, "Hey Kenny, Kenny, Stan's tryin' to upstage ya."

Kenny muffled a "Fuck" and narrowed his eyes at Cartman, then Stan. Kyle almost looked sick.

"Ok, now as twisted as it sounded coming from. . Stanley. . that was correct. ." Mr. Garrison said, and started his lecture about destructive fake boobs.

The rest of class continued as such, though there were several more flying objects than usual, and Mr. Garrison had to stop his lecture to scold. By the time lunch rolled around, the classroom was a mess, and everyone was in a hurry to get to the cafeteria. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny were standing in line, waiting to get their food, when Cartman looks back at Kenny, "I hate you Kenny," he said faintly, then grins, as though it were some sort of relief to get that off his chest.

Kenny glares at Cartman from under his hood, "Mphmmm m mphh," he retorted, a grin slowly spreading on his face, but only showing through in his light green eyes. He grinned even more when Cartman said, "wha? What are you sayin'? I don't understand 'poor talk'." "Mph mmph m," Kenny answered and they walked into the cafeteria.

"Well, Hello children," Chef greeted them.

"Hi Chef," the boys responded in unison.

"How's it goin'?"

The boys all answer in unison, Stan, Kyle and Kenny "Good," but Cartman, "Bad."

"Why bad? . . wait," Chef said, looking at the boys confused.

Stan, Kyle and Kenny all looked at Cartman, who looked between them, "I was just sayin' 'bad' 'cause we always say 'bad'," he said with a shrug. "Ey! Stop laughin'!" he snapped as the others had started laughing at him.

"Alright then, take care children," Chef said after finishing fixing their lunches.

"Bye Chef," the boys chimed in unison again, and went to their usual table.

Chef mumbles to himself, "something seems almost off about the children today, oh well."

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AN: To be continued in Chapter 3, hope you enjoyed, please R&R