Okay so I thought of this after just laying around. I had to decide what would be my next chapter, and I didn't wanna rush and I decided on this. Okay, well I like that people seem to appreciate the story. This'll be a three part special!

Let's go!

The guys and Tracy were planning something big. They were spending the weekend in Vegas! They all had made lies; Stan, Tracy, Kyle said it was for a trip for school to check out colleges and made fake permission slips. Cartman simply told his mom to fuck off and leave him alone. And Kenny just came and went as he pleased.

So now they were cruising down the road, in Tracy's Mercedes Benz, with the roof pushed down. Tracy was reading a book on counting cards, and Stan was driving.

"It says we should work in teams." Tracy yelled over Green Day on the radio. "Who wants to be my spotter?"

"Uh, I don't know if you should gamble tonight." Stan said.

"Yeah, it may not be such a good idea." Kyle said.

"Yeah." Kenny said.

"And why the hell not?" Tracy said without even looking out of the book.

"Because you've never counted cards before, never been in a casino before, you'll end up without any money at all."

Tracy looked angry. "Well, maybe we should tell that to transvestite hookers and homeless men in Nevada! Because they nearly bankrupt all these casinos and are fucking retards!" She yelled. She threw down the book and looked out the window.

"Okay sorry!" Stan said.

"Shut up bitch!" Cartman yelled.

"Oh hell to the NO!" She jumped into the backseat, with her back still in the passenger seat and front in the back row. She was beating the hell out of Cartman, while Stan stopped the car, and Kyle and Kenny tried to stop her.

"AW DAMMIT! OW!" Cartman yelled.

"Shut up! Sit down and shut up!" Tracy screamed at the fat boy.

"Guys calm down!"

"Chill out!"

"What the fuck!"

"Tracy!" Kenny said, making her stop. "Calm down! Just walk away!"

They all calmed down as Tracy sat back down, and picked up her book again. They drove off and she sang, "I try to walk away and I stumble! Little fatass!"

Kenny and Kyle laughed while Cartman angrily sat in his seat. He would've said something but you don't bother a woman who just beat you with a seatbelt.

"So what's the plan?" Kyle asked. "Like when we get there?"

"Well," Tracy began. "First ,we sign in at the villas at the hotel. I'm only paying for it because I love you all."

"Then, we change and go to see the bands playing at the music festival." Stan said.

"Yeah, one problem, idiots." Cartman said.

"What?!" They all asked.

"Are you guys fuckin' retarded?! We need ID to get into the villas, and the concert, and the clubs!"

"Yes, and we thought about that, jackass!" Tracy yelled. "Kenny?"

Kenny pulled out five fake IDs, and passed them out.

"Wow, this looks...good!" Kyle said, in disbelief.

"Why'd you doubt me?" Kenny asked, sadly.

"Because I know where gonna get caught!" Kyle said pointedly.

"We won't get caught! We have to go to this concert!" Stan said, passing a blue car.

"And it's once in a lifetime!" Kenny yelled cutely.

"We'll be fine!" Cartman groaned. "Live a little, you Jewish pussy!"

Kyle glared. "Shut up, asshole!"

"HEY!" Tracy yelled which shut everybody up. "Guys, we're here!"

She pointed to show they were in fact, in Vegas. Lights shining, people screaming, music blaring, just madness!

When they signed in at the hotel, they were surprised to see the IDs work. The worst part for Tracy, was people giving her disgusted looks because...well...she was a girl renting a hotel room with four guys.

They went upstairs and opened the door.

The villas was FUCKING AWESOME!

"Whoa!" Kenny said, with huge eyes.

"What the fuck?" Stan said, laughing.

"Thank you, Tracy!" Kyle said.

Cartman had already ran to mess with stuff. And Kenny was still wide eyed at the room, so to get his attention Tracy said. "Hey Kenny? I can have the guys leave and I'll let you-"

"Yes?" Kenny said directly.

She laughed. "Nothing.

"Okay, bitches! Pick a room, shower, get dressed, we leave for the casino at 10!" Cartman yelled.

"Hey mom!" Kyle said into his smart phone, as he put on his clothes. He put on a blue dress shirt, while holding the phone up.

"Yeah, everything is great! See, this school has a great math program, and...uh, it has equality for Christians and Jews," He lied.

He talked as he pulled on his black pants. "No, no girls. Separate dorms, and no alcohol is allowed on campus." He slipped on the black blazer, and brown leather shoes. He watched as the guys came in.

Stan wore navy blue dress pants, a brown belt, black shoes, a dress shirt, and blazer.

Cartman wore his hair slicked back and shiny, with a gray suit and black shoes on.

Kenny wore his hood, (He had detached it from his parka), black pants, a white dress shirt, a black blazer, and black shoes.

"Yeah, I gotta go. Yeah, we're going to a class. Okay, bye!" He rolled his eyes hugely and threw the phone on the bed. "You guys ready?" He asked.

"Yeah/Yes!" Came from them.

"Okay, let's go!" Kyle said. He looked like a mix of a person who won the lottery and a kid who had to pee. He was so excited that he would get to break rules and drink and have fun.

"Hey guys!" Tracy yelled. They looked around, and she ran out. Kenny's mouth fell open widely, with drool hanging out. She looked beautiful. She wore a white dress shirt with T shirt sleeves, red tie, and a gray miniskirt, showing her long legs, with black flats. The rest were surprised. She was wearing a skirt?!

"Come on let's go! I can't wait to get drunk!" Kenny yelled.

They walked through the hall, looking incredible. When they got, in there was the craziest party scene.

People everywhere! Couples making out, strippers grinding poles, alcohol at every table, people with the craziest clothes, the DJ blaring music, flashing lights, people dancing, smoking people, a guy snorting coke, a guy flipping Zippo lighter open and close, and a few people passed out on floors.

"Holy..." Stan began.

"Shit..." They all finished.

They were silent before they all said what was on there mind. "PAAARRRTTTYYY!" They screamed.

"Wait!" Tracy yelled before they ran off like little kids surrounded by toys. "We gotta take a cheers first!" She brought out a blue bottle, and poured it into glasses.

"Oh YES!" Kenny and Cartman yelled, in delight.

They all cheered. "Whooo!" Stan yelled.

"Okay, now..." Tracy said. "LET'S HAVE THE FUCKING BEST NIGHT EVER!"

"Whoooo!" They screamed.

The next morning, the villas was trashed. Around it were beer cans, garbage, a shattered wine bottle, and many messes. Stan laid across the floor, passed out, with no shirt, and a baseball hat on him, with blood streaking his face. Kyle was asleep, with his butt in the air, no hat, his thick hair all over, with blue, red, and green paint splattered against his blazer and chest, with his shirt and pants missing. He had drool across his face, not like sleeping drool but as if someone had licked him across his entire face. Cartman had no pants or underwear or blazer, just his shirt, his hair was crazy, and green and yellow paint on his face and blue in his hair. Kenny was missing his jacket and tie, with huge holes in his shirt, blue paint, blood, and some weird green goo was across his face, and his hair was crazy and he was curled in a ball. He was awake but had such a hangover and felt so nauseous he couldn't move. Tracy had paint streaking blue and red in her hair, with one eye hanging open, with her outfit from last night gone and barefoot, and a huge black eye. Instead she wore, a large, man sized black sweatshirt with a strange symbol, booty shorts, and her striped socks.

Stan woke up, and shakily fell instantly back into a chair. Cartman stood.

"Oh, guys..." He started. "That was so kewl. Oh God! Jesus!" He went into the bathroom and flipped on the lights. "OW! Dammit my eyes!" He fell backwards and over Tracy, and onto the floor.

"OW!" They both yelled. Tracy shot up. "What the fuck, dude?! Goddamn, will you cover your junk?! It's small but I can still see it!" She covered her eyes in disgust.

"Shut up! I have a huge dick!" He yelled.

"If by huge, you meant to a newborn then yes." She sat up. He would've rebutted, but he saw her eye. "Oh my God!" He said. "What happened to your face?" He reached out, and she grabbed a mirror. When she saw this THING, with brown, red, and blue hair, yellowish teeth, a huge, bloody, swollen eye, she SCREAMED.

When they heard her scream, Kyle and Stan stood up. "Hey guys," Tracy asked. "You okay?"

"No." Kyle said straightly. "I am in so much pain right now."

"Oh. Kenneth!" She yelled. Kenny picked himself off the floor and walked over, immediately crashing onto the couch. "Ow..." He moaned miserably.

"Okay," Kenny said. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!"

"Well, I remember," Stan said. "We drank and then we danced like crazy."

"Well, let's check in the casino." Cartman said.

"Um, maybe we should shower first." Tracy said. "I mean look at us..."

They glanced and winced in disgust.

"Okay..."

"Oh God..." Tracy thought. "This is...well, we're probably gonna die."

So Oh no! They're in Vegas! What is with the paint and blood? And yes I decided to do a thing like the hangover! Well, see you next time.