Butters and Kenny sat on the porch, trying to figure out how to put together a model car that Kenny had gotten for his birthday from Stan a long time ago. Kenny was almost sure he knew what he was supposed to be doing, but he didn't quite know. So they worked at it for about twenty five minutes. Butters opened his mouth to say something.

"Kenny?" he asked.

"Butters." Kenny said as he looked at the diagram of the car.

"Is it really true that only Mormons go to heaven?" he asked.

"No, Butters. Nice people go to heaven." He said bitterly.

"Then why does Eric say that all the time?" he asked. "The rest of the adults say that, too."

"They're all just joking." Kenny observed as he worked on the car. "I'm sure when we die, we'll go to heaven." He said smiling.