Here it is, chapter four! Sorry it took so long. I've been writing some other stories, but I had been a while since I updated this so I sat down and typed this up real quick. So, sorry if there are any mistakes.

Anyways, again, in this story, they're nine, Cartman's turning ten.

-Alex.

Vier Luftballoons

But Moooooooooom! I can't just have a regular birthday party! Then I'll just be like everybody else! I have to be better!" I whined stopping my foot. "And if you don't make your special pie, cake and ice cream then no one's going to coooooooooooome!"

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I just don't have the money this year, besides I'm sure your friends will still come to your party, you'll just have party games and store bought cake. It's just as good."

"No, it isn't!" I never told my mom this, but the only reason people came to my birthday parties and got me just what I wanted was because of her food and the extravagant rides and entertainment. If there's nothing special, no one will come, and if no one comes then I'll get no presents! "Mooooooooooooooooom!"

"Poopsykins, please don't, it's time for school. Go meet your little friends at the bus stop."

"Hmph." I stomped my foot one last time before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door.

"Hey Fatass." I heard Kyle call as I neared the bus stop.

"Goddammit, I hate you guys…" I mumbled.

"You're birthday party's tomorrow right?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, Saturday. At two."

"What's your mom gonna make this year?" Kyle asked.

Stan followed his question by asking, "Yeah, and are you gonna get a Ferris wheel again? That was sweet."

I flinched. "Actually, I decided to start a new tradition this year. Instead of my mom lousy cooking I'll be buying a cake from the finest retailers and to save money so I can get even better presents, there won't be any expensive entertainment this year." I said trying to make it sound less lame.

"… You're gonna get a store bought cake?"

"Mrph mmrph mrph?"

"Kenny shut your damn mouth, it's still gonna be cooler than your poor ass party! And yes Stan, I'll be having a store bought cake this year. So, this year as presents from the three of you I want-"

"Wait, no rides and none of your mom's pie, cake, and ice cream? Screw that dude, I'll get you whatever the hell I want." Stan said.

"Mmrph mmm mrph mrph."

"Hey, yeah, what's the point of even going now? The only reason I went 'cause your house was turned into a carnival pretty much."

"Shuddup guys! You better get me some presents! I'm seriously!" I shoved a paper with my gift requests into each of their hands before marching onto the bus which had just pulled up.

I walked to the first open seat and plopped down.

"W-well, heya Eric."

I sighed. "Shuddup Butters."

Butter frowned and rubbed his knuckles together before speaking again, "I was just gonna ask ya what ya wanted for your birthday."
"Don't bother Butters, there's not gonna be a party."

"Well, jeez, why not Eric? You always had the best parties."

"'Cause my stupid mom doesn't have enough money."

"Oh, I'm sorry Eric. I'll come to your party even if it's not all fancy."

"I don't care if you come Bu-"

"And I could ask some other people to come."

I paused. People would come? I still had a chance to get presents? "Who'd come?"

"Oh, well, Pip, you know him? I know he'd come. And I'll bet he'd bring Damien. They're still good friend even after Damien set Pip on fire, imagine that. I'm sure Jimmy and Timmy would love to come, and I have this friend, Dougie, he's just a little kid but gosh is he nice a-"

"No way. I'm not having a party with a bunch of losers."

"But Eric-"

"Shuddup Butters."

"Oh, well, al-alright then."

The next day I sat on my couch, watching the Terrance and Phillip DVD my mom got me, and slowly devouring the store bought cake.

I heard the doorbell ring again. I was about to shout to my mom get off her lazy ass and answer the door but I had sent her to the store to buy some cookies.

"Dammit." I mumbled, getting off the couch. "I swear if it's Butters or one of his gay friends again I'm gonna kick them in the nuts!" I threw the door open and much to my surprise it wasn't Butters, rather a short, day-walker Jew in a stupid green hat. "What the hell do you want Kaaahl?" I asked, dragging out his name that annoyed the hell out of him.

He frowned. "First of all it's Kyle, not 'Kahl'." He said imitating the way I had said his name. "And second of all, it's your birthday isn't it?"

I blinked and looked at the clock, about half and hour past two. "Well, Kahl, as you can see there's no party going on here, and even if there was, you're half an hour late."

"Oh, then I guess you don't want your present…" Kyle said motioning to leave.

I eyed the gift bag he was carrying. It was bright green and had a red balloon tied to one of it's handles. "Whatever, come on, you can give me your stupid Jew present."

Kyle rolled his eyes but followed me into the house and sitting cris-crossed on the ground in front of the couch. I sat on the couch and held out my hands, silently asking for the present.

"I lost the paper you gave me, but I figured since nothing bad could really happen if I didn't get you what you want, it was okay, but still, I think I got something you'll like." He explained, handing me the bag.

I reached in the bag, finding a card. I opened it and read. "Happy birthday Fatass... God, I hate you Kyle." The Jew simply smiled and waited for me to open the actual present. I dug through the tissue paper only to find a box-shaped gift wrapped in blue wrapping paper. I tore the paper off to find. "A Mel Gibson DVD Box Set with all this greatest movies including 'The Passion'!?" I said with wide eyes. This was even better than what I had originally picked out as a present! I smiled hugely and then looked down at the gift giver. He was looking up at me with a happy smile on his face, his emerald green eyes gauging my reaction to his gift. I almost blushed at the attention, but caught myself.

"You like it?" He asked, as if he honestly cared that I had a happy birthday.

I didn't know what to say. This was, by far, the best present I had ever gotten. But it was from Kyle, stupid, ginger, Jew-rat Kahl. "I… uhh, well, I guess it's a-alright. I guess. Not the best thing I've ever gotten…" Kyle's smile slipped from his face. Oh, Goddammit, I hurt his feelings. Wait, why do I care? He's juts a stupid Jew. Still, I sighed, and said, "I like it a lot. Thanks, Kyle."

Kyle's smile returned and I couldn't help but smile back.

Did you catch the balloon in there? It's tied to the gift bag if you missed it. I actually forgot to add it, hahaa, but I squeezed it in at the last minute.

Anyways, hope you liked it, I'm not sure if I did.

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