Ike: Uh, you guys, I think you might wanna take a look at this!
Clyde: [pauses game] What is it?
Ike: Dude, It's a picture of James Polans with a ball gag in his mouth! [holds up a picture of James crying with ball gag]
Fillmore: [stands up to look at the picture] That 9th grader that got attacked by a bunch of people with bats?
Ike: Yeah! What was it doing in Eric's room?
Clyde: Dude… Ike, I don't know! Really, I don't know!
Quaid: Hey look! [points to a fist holding a bat] It's a hand!
Ike: Clyde, we gotta get this to my house!
Ike's house
Ike: Good thing I have this neat little program that detects fingerprints on a photo! [presses button to zoom in on a fingerprint on an open finger on the fist and takes a picture of it] And now we wait…
Clyde: What's it doing?
Ike: It's looking for all the people who have a similar fingerprint to the one shown there, okay, it's up now. We have 326 matches!
Quaid: Y'know, that fist looks kinda big!
Ike: [looks closer] Oh yeah, [begins typing a tag] I'll put fat tag on to narrow it down.
Fillmore: Dude, look! [points to Eric Cartman, who is a match]
Clyde: My brother's a match?
Ike: We might need to ask a few questions!
Clydes: Well Eric's not home!
Stotch Residence, Butters is setting up his party in the backyard
Butters: {singing, different tune} Lu lu lu, I got some apples, lu lu lu, you got some too, lu lu lu, let's make applesauce, lu lu lu, let's take off our clothes [Cartman walks through Butters' backdoor]
Cartman: Hey Butters! How's the party going?
Butters: Great! The tables are set up, I'm serving butter on a stick!
Cartman: ...Butters, how did you get all this without your parents yelling at you?
Butters: Oh don't worry, they're in a better place now
Cartman: What do you mean they're in a better place?
Butters: Eric, you've got a sick mind, you know that?
Cartman: Well don't be so shocked, I've been up all night breaking people's legs!
Butters: What?!
Cartman: Nothing! nothing! ...Still, I'd like to know what happened to your parents
Butters: They're tied up, okay?!
Cartman: Where?
Butters: In the second basement which lies under the road connected to the basement that the stairs lead down to!
Cartman: Okay, but aren't they gonna be pissed off when you let them go?
Butters: Nah, they're already freaked out by what I did to dad. I hit him over the head with a lamp! [Cartman backs off]
Cartman: Butters, you're kinda creeping me out dude.
Butters: Eric, I am not insane!
Cartman: [thinks a moment] Okay! I'll just go to Stan's place for a while