Ok, so this is the Super Fun Time episode. They are at the Pioneer village, but during that, certain things makes Wendy think about the horrible thing that happened to Stan at the hill, and it's gonna show flashbacks. This is what the flashbacks will look like.I'm doing this for two reasons. One, is that I had my own story of something happening to Stan and Wendy reacting to it. And two, I'm too lazy to put some extra stuff in this episode that we don't see during Cartman and Butters' parts. So...sorry if you don't like it. Hope you do, though.

Chapter 21: The horrible thing that happened

WENDY'S P.O.V

I couldn't stop thinking about it. About the horrible thing that happened a week ago.

I wondered if it stayed in Stan's mind, too. He acted as if it never happened, and I did, too. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

When we got to the Pioneer Village, Mr. Garrison said we all had to choose a partner and hold hands the whole time. I stood there, not knowing what to do, when I heard his voice.

"Wendy, do you wanna be partners?"

I looked at Stan and smiled, who was smiling at me. "Sure Stan." I took his hands, and we both blushed. I'm glad that we were back together, but I was also glad that things were ok.

"Stan you wanna be partners?" Cartman asked.

"No, I'm with Wendy," said Stan.

"You wanna hold hands with a girl, you gaywad!"

I glared.

"Stupid fat boy," said Stan.

I smiled. Back in third grade whenever Cartman would say something mean about me or make fun of us, Stan would always go "shut up, Cartman!" But this time he didn't say anything like a mature man. He was a completely different person, and I liked that.

Stan and I, and Kyle and Jimmy, went together as a group, and listened to one of the employees talking so weird, trying to get us to have fun with it.

"Look, can we just drop the whole playing thing," Stan said. "I would play along, but I have my girlfriend here, and I don't wanna sound like a big dork."

"Thanks Stan," I replied. I then thought, he wouldn't wanna look so helpless in front of me either, and that's when I started remembering what happened.

"Stan? Stan!" I cried. I leaned down to reach Stan and tried to pull him up. "Are you ok?"

But he kept gasping. "I...can't breathe. My...asthma."

I gasped. I had no idea he had asthma. But he has never had these attacks before. I tried my best to pull him, and drag away.

. "Come on Wendy," said Stan, " lets go in that store. So, still holding hands with him, I walked in with him.

"I own this story," said the employee.

I pointed. "Look Stan, they have beef jerky back there."

A few minutes later, we heard sirens. "What's that?" Stan asked.

"Sounds like sirens," said Kyle.

"We never heard of sirens," said the employee.

We all looked out the window and saw some cars and people. "What's going on?" I asked. We then saw somebody get shot in the face, and we ducked for cover. I grew scared, and finally let go of Stan's hand.

"We need a phone," said Stan.

"We have no phone," said the employee.

"What?! You have to have a phone!"

"We never heard of no phone."

"Dude, a guy just got shot in the face! We need to call the police."

"Well...we have no phones."

I was scared to death. Just like I was when the horrible thing happened to Stan.

I continued to carry Stan down the hill. "Where's the hospital?" I asked, but I could only here coughing from my boyfriend.

"Wendy...help me!"

I gasped. "Hang on, Stan."I continued to drag my weak boyfriend. I knew that he had to lay down and relax, but the hospital was too far away from here. My house was the closest, so that's where I started heading.

We all ran out of the pioneer store, and started searching for a place to find a phone. We finally found a place that said 'Employees only'. "Over here," I started. "It looks like some kind of office." We entered it. "There's a phone." I went over to the phone and picked it up, but nothing happened. "I can't get a dial tone!"

I finally reached my house. It was late, and my parents were out for the night. I slammed the door open and shut. I dragged Stan all the way to my room. "Here we are Stan, everything's gonna be ok." I struggled to lift him up and put him on my bed, but I finally managed to get him up there.

I looked down at him. He seemed pail, and it looked as if he was struggling for air. "Everything is gonna be ok, Stan."

Stan briefly looked up at me. "W..Wendy...I feel...help...hospital."

"I can't get you to the hospital right now, Stan. You have to rest." He didn't reply. "You'll have to stay here for the night."

Stan opened his eyes again. "N...no. My..my dad said...I can't do that."

I grew curious.

We rushed out of the office, and took a peak at the terrorists, who had the whole class trapped. "It looks like they're aggociating," I said. "What are we gonna do?"

The employee started to talk his pioneer talk about guns.

"Would you shut up!" Kyle cried. It looked like he got sick of them acting like this.

"Wait a minute," said Stan, "you have guns?"

"Sure," the employee answered.

"Well why don't you go get them and bring them back here?!"

"What do you mean Stan?"

My boyfriend struggled to breathe. "You...I can't stay over or...we'll...get too close...boyfriend and girl..friend rules. Any...thing can happen."

I then understood what he meant. "Stan, you're sick. Nothing is gonna happen, except that you are gonna stay here on my bed. Now I'm gonna go get some help. Stay here."

"Wendy!" Stan grabbed my hand before I could leave. "Please...don't..leave."

"Stan, everything thing is gonna be ok. I have to go and get some help. You just rest."

He released my hand, and I left after I saw him close his eyes.

The employees went over to the terrorists to distract them. "Oh crap, we gotta hide," I said.

"Yeah," Jimmy said, "we have t...to...get...out...o...of here...f...f.fast."

We ran off.

I ran out of my house, and rushed to Stan's house. I knocked on the door several times, and Stan's dad finally answered the door. "Ahhh!" I screamed and covered my face. Stan's dad was only in his underwear.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's Stan," I replied, still not looking. "He's really sick, not breathing, and we need to save him. But first you need to change so I can communicate with you better."

"Stanley's in trouble? Sharon!" He went back in the house to get his wife.

I smiled with relief, and waited fifteen minutes for them to both come out of the house, all dressed. "Come on!" I cried. "He's at my house!"

"I'll call the hospital," said Randy, and ran in the house.

I started running, with slow Mrs. Marsh following me. I finally got to my home and room. There Stan was, still laying on the bed. "Stan!"

My boyfriend opened his eyes.

"Everything's gonna be ok now." I came closer to me, and I felt his hand touch mine.

"I believe you," he said weakly.

I smiled. "Thanks for being brave, Stan."

"Stan!" his dad cried, as his mother grabbed him in her arms. "Oh Stanley."

We rushed him to the hospital, and after waiting for a while, we found out that he got bronchitis, and he forgot to use his inhaler. And the thing that made it worse was from all that running, trying to figure out that problem with the list that rated the guys' looks from cutest to ugliest.

We all went in there to see him. He was laying on the bed, awake.

"Stanley, are you alright?" his mom asked.

"Yeah mom," my boyfriend answered.

"You have to remember to use your inhaler all the time!"

"O..ok."

I walked over to his bed. "Stan?"

"Hey Wendy."

"Are you ok?"

"Y..yeah. You saved my life."

"Don't ever scare me like that again!"

"Oh..ok. I just hope...I didn't look so stupid in front of you."

We ran back into one of the buildings, and hid from the terrorists. We watched them through the window, and then ducked, after seeing they had Kenny with a gun up to his head.

"They're gonna kill Kenny!" Kyle cried.

"No they're not," said Stan as he got up. "I have to do something."

I watched him leave.

"Stan?" Kyle asked.

He couldn't get himself into danger! He couldn't scare me like he did the last time! "Where are you going Stan?" I asked, freaking out.

Stan turned to me. "I have to make the altimate sacrifice. Wendy, shield your eyes."

I didn't do what he said, 'cause I wanted to see what he was doing. He put some dirt on his face, and started acting like he was one of them employees from the village. He started distracting the terrorists, and the police finally came. The terrorists were arrested.