Chapter 3.

The town of South Park was small. Small enough that everyone somehow had everyone and their mom's number on their cell phone, or in their caller ID at home. So, because word somehow got out, the town was all present at Town Square ready to hear their warning. This would have been great, except for only one problem. Well, no. There were a couple problems at hand. One, no one was going to take Kenny McCormick, the biggest trouble maker in town, seriously. Two, Randy Marsh wasn't exactly bright, when he suggested problem solving ideas. Three, whenever the town got together, usually some kind of protest would form. Over all, this was a bad idea.

"Attention, people!" McDaniel's shouted at the top of her lungs. "Attention!"

"You better not be trying to make my Buby preform in another one of your overly religious plays, Mistah Garrison!" Sheila Broflovski shouted angrily.

"Oh, brother." Kyle moaned. "This is not the time, ma."

"Now, now! Why don't we all calm down." McDaniel's said as she stood shakily. "We have brought news for you, from a little boy. Come forward, Lenny."

"Kenny." Kenny yelled as he stepped over to them.

"What in heaven's name did you do now, Kenny?" Garrison chimed. "What have you done, Mister!"

"He… uh… hasn't." Randy Marsh spoke as he made his way to stand with the Mayor. "We have a little bit of a problem. Now, how many of you actually have done… your Christmas shopping?"

"Hell yeah!" Cartman said as he stuck up a pudgy hand.

"Well, I'm afraid that… Christmas is being attacked by Terrorists." he said stupidly. "Who want to make South Park… blow up." He drew out a sentence in a long slow drawl, to make it sound more suspenseful. As he did, he took a sip of his coffee, and leaned back a little.

"Dude!" Stan yelled. "How is Kenny involved in this?"

"Because I was the one… who saw a bomb… Blow up." he said hastily. "So I know for a fact that it's aimed at us."

"Phew! I thought we were really in danger for a second." Gerald said laughing as he relaxed a little. "I mean, who would believe you, Kenny? I mean, ca'mon. After you and my son have gotten into all this trouble."

"Would I have my hood off if it wasn't serious?" Kenny asked confused. "I never have my hood off."

"Think about it before you say anything else." Gus spoke as he tried to get a little more relaxed in order to speak.

"Look, do we believe this little moron?" Cartman asked. "Or do we keep on getting ready for Christmas? It's obvious Cal put him up to this, because he's lonely. The lonely Jew on Christmas."

"What what what?" Sheila screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Okay!" Kenny yelled before anything else could escalate. "Let's figure this out."