Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
"This is bullcrap!" Cartman complained.
The little overweight boy was standing on top of a hill overlooking South Park. He was joined by his 'friends', Stan, Kyle and Kenny. Gripped in Cartman's hand was a long, thin piece of string. At that far end, high in the air and dancing in the evening breeze, was a bright colourful kite.
"Why do we have to do this, you guys?" Cartman complained sulkily.
"'Cuz, dumbass, this is our science experiment for school," Stan explained. "I saw in a movie once how some dude was flying a kite and it got struck by lightning. I thought if we tried the same trick this guy did, we could catch some electricity to bring to class."
"Well this lightning had better strike soon," Cartman whined, feeling the chill of the blustery wind. "I'm sick of holding this gay ass kite!"
"CARTMAN!" Stan burst out. "DON'T CALL MY SISTER'S KITE THAT!"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, HIPPIE!" Cartman snapped back.
"DON'T TALK TO STAN LIKE THAT, FAT ASS!" Kyle burst in.
"DON'T CALL ME FAT, YA JEW!" The obese boy argued angrily.
From underneath his hood, Kenny mumbled something vulgar and profane to Cartman.
"OKAY, THAT DOES IT! SCREW YOU GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!"
Cartman flipped off the other boys, then thrust the kite's string into Kenny's hand before storming off furiously down the hill, leaving his 'friends' behind.
That was when lightning struck.
But it didn't strike the kite.
It struck Kenny.
Stan and Kyle watched as the poor kid as bolts of electricity charged through their friend. He howled in pain as his skin turned transparent several times, allowing his skeleton to be scene before dropping dead. Smoke poured from his charred copse as he lay on the ground, staring into space with his lifeless eyes.
"OH MY GOD!" Stan cried. "THEY KILLED KENNY!"
"YOU BASTARDS!" Kyle hollered, shaking his fist at the sky.
At that moment, the kite came crashing down. It landed right next to Kenny. Paying no attention to the rats that were arriving to gnaw away at his friend's dead body, Stan picked up the kite. He looked at it with dismay, seeing it was dented from hitting the ground.
"Oh no!" Stan groaned. "Shelley's gonna kill me!"
"She sure is, Dude!" Kyle said unhelpfully, patting his best friend's back. "That's your sister for ya!"
The end.