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TriceTokushu: Heyy, didn't know whether to expect you or not! I've watched episodes of the show for years on and off but I've only really REALLY gotten super attached to it. I'm a sucker for absurd comedy shit so it makes sense. The fandom is worth checking out, def lots of surprised though. Lol.

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"Kenny, baby, if you need us don't forget to ring."

"Yeah, mom." Kenny spoke, tightening the drawstring of his hood. He could feel his mom watching his back from the entryway of the kitchen. Worried or not, Kenny couldn't hightail out of there fast enough. Stark's Pond was having a drive-in cinema that night of the Terrance and Philip movie, and he and the boys were gonna meet at the Marsh's before scoring a nice spot. Now that Kenny thought about it, this was his first time actually getting to do something other than staying home. Going back to school for the past month barely meant getting to live normally again when he just sat around and took meds like a house plant.

He sped past his sister making doodles on looseleaf on the living room floor, leaving the house into the late evening where Stuart's pickup waited. His father sat in the driver's seat with the engine running as his youngest son climbed into the passenger's. As he buckled his seatbelt, Carol shifted into view at the front of the door. Her husband giving her a wave over Kenny's head as if to signal there was no turning back for this eager boy's plans.

"I coulda walked," Kenny spoke through his coat's borders.

"At your speed, ya almost did." Stuart said, turning out of park. The truck pulled down the street in the direction of the tracks. In the meanwhile, Kenny crossed his arms against the open window as South Park's streetlights blurred his vision in their go-by. Not a sound of the wind that evening with how clear it was. Hopefully no storms were brewing to rain on tonight's events.

Stuart pulled into main street, keeping a side-eye on Kenny who watched the town's night almost as if going out had been forgotten. Passing by Tom's Rhinoplasty, Kenny sat back in his seat as cars wooshed by familiarly in his ears.

"You can always come back early."

"Mhm."

They turned off central town back into a housing area. Soon enough coming along the particular street they were looking for. When the forest green paneling of the Marsh residence came into a view amongst the dark blue of the night, Stuart gently pressed into a slow stop.

"Don't be gettin' into any major trouble."

"Yeah, yeah." Kenny went to unbuckle his seatbelt and turned to open the passenger's door. He stopped by his father's firm hand cupping his shoulder.

"You call if ya have to. 'Aight?"

"Okay, I know. Bye." His son groaned, leaving the car without much reassurance to his dad. Stuart watched until he was let into the Marsh's front door where Stan had already opened it up on the truck pulling in. When Kenny disappeared behind a closed door, Stuart remained there for a solid second or two. Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel in a huff.

"Hey, dude." Stan greeted, Kenny and him coming to meet with the others in the living room. Cartman and Kyle paused mid-Xbox to jump down from the couch.

"Man, I'm so siked!" Cartman raved. "If we don't get a good spot, I will break Kyle's balls."

Of course, said friend's brow dropped in low judgment. "Why my balls?"

Kenny hid his chuckles, having only gotten to really witness his friends' antics at school as of late.

"Thank god you can finally come, Kenny." Stan avoided subject. "I was getting pretty sick of this trio."

Kyle agreed in an eager nod. "Yeah, three sucks. Four's a pack."

"We're leaving, Stan!" Randy Marsh called from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" His son shouted back. "Guys, we have to try and sneak upfront before the sixth graders beat us to it."

Disappointment pinched Kenny's features. "They're gonna be there?"

"Duh, everyone's gonna be there, Keenie!" Cartman vexed. "And I'm not losing shit to sixth graders when they get everything!"

Randy walked in as he shrugged on his grey coat. "Alright, boys. Let's move." He made way to the door as three out of the four followed. Kenny quickly dove a hand into his pocket to double-check the amount of change he had that could buy him something small to munch on while there. The boy in the red poof ball hat strayed behind in turning back to Kenny.

"Hey. You're okay to go, right?"

The orange hood turned back at his friend's acknowledgment. The other two knowingly looking over their shoulders for an answer from the friend finally well-enough on his feet to come hang out. Knowing there was no reason for Stan's concern, Kenny hitched a laugh. "Huh, yeah."

"Kewl." Cartman added.

The shoreline of the town's landmark boating lake bustled with generational energy. Many South Park Elementary students and those similar there for the community viewing of one of Canada's best movies to come to the big screen all in a night of fun festivities and goods with it. Those who didn't watch from the comfort of their cars set up camp with their own picnic areas just as the sun said its final goodnight and the night sky said hello. Stands of movie snacks and other fun goods set up shop along the event's borders with hustles of viewers lining up as the venue boomed with the bass of music.

A purple shirt boy and his red coat friend squirmed through the legs of a few passing adults. Running excitedly with their snack money in hand to meet up with their intended target. A boy in a blue chullo hat strayed from the slushie lineup with his chosen blue raspberry delight.

"Craig!" Token called, coming to halt before him. "We got a front-row spot."

"No way." Craig disbelieved, sucking on his straw.

"Way," Clyde convinced. "We got Butters keeping guard. We're on snack duty."

"You in?

"Hell, yeah." Craig agreed. "Who's gonna guard it from Cartman?"

"Cartman can whine all he wants, we're not giving in." Clyde dismissed. "As long as he doesn't get to Butters first."

"Wouldn't worry," Token threw a nod along the way to the border of the park's edge. An SUV pulled into parking where four boys gathered out, followed by Mr. Marsh. Kenny landed on his feet to join his friends.

"Surprised to see him."

"I know, right..?" Clyde mumbled, having not seen Kenny outside of school walls in a matter of a month.

Like mind reading, Cartman's gaze locked with the three who scored best seats in the house. A switch went off in his eyes as he squinted out of jealous spite.

"Those assholes."

Stan followed his line of vision questionably. "What?"

"They got front row."

"How do you know-"

"Okay, you boys go find a spot." Randy returned from the trunk with a brought blanket he handed to his son. "I'm gonna go see some of the other dads for some grown-up talk."

The obvious smoke and twilight in the other fathers' eyes gathered in a pod a few ways away didn't go over Stan's head. Especially not the strong smell lingering off of them. "Dad, you're our ride back..."

"Stanley! For you to insinuate-!" Randy fumbled with a lighter falling out of his pocket and a pack of rolling paper. He picked it up and shoved it away. "Go watch your movie.."

His father left, and Stan rolled his eyes. "C'mon, guys."

"You and Cartman go find a spot, Kenny and I'll get snacks." Kyle suggested. They did just that in walking off with everyone's individual money. Cartman whipped the given blanket open from Randy as Stan eyed him over his shoulder.

"Let's go, Stan. We have war to face."

"Jesus..." the latter mumbled in following.

Lining up at a popcorn and soda booth, the boys struggled to see the offerings over the sea of tall shoulders. Meanwhile, Kenny looked around at some familiar kids from the community passing by in a group or two. A particular group of older boys he knew associated with his brother saw Kenny and looked a little longer than usual. Proclaiming an odd spotlight on the boy.

"So, how you doin'?"

His attention gravitated towards Kyle. The red head dipped his hands in his pockets as he asked in shy genuineness. If asked that question prior to his diagnosis, it wouldn't seem irregular to Kenny. Though he figured Kyle asked out of the same reason those boys and others kept staring.

"Good, I guess." Kenny said, seeing no harm in being plain.

They shifted with the line and Kyle continued; "Like getting better?"

"I guess so," Kenny said. There wasn't anything he knew beyond what happens one step at a time. "Just kinda facing it."

Was it worth asking...? "Will it ever, like, go away?"

"No," he said, retaliating how that sounded more grim than intended. "Not in a bad way I don't think. It's just...there."

The vague responses initiated to Kyle that maybe it was truly all Kenny knew at the moment. Nonetheless, he was here with his friends as he was supposed to be and that couldn't be taken for granted after facing the worst.

Besides, in asking how he was doing, Kenny debated if that question was already past asking.

"But I'm good."

"Nice," Kyle encouraged, reaching the front as he looked up to the vendor behind the booth. "Hi, we'll take four different orders please."

Kenny waited patiently to give his order. Looking about the crowd without particular care as the nearby parking reserve was suddenly filled upon the arrival of some new occupants. Tires of bikes screeched in their halt to park as kids upon them began locking their bike chains and passing around packed items.

"Kenny, what did you want again?"

"Large Coke and m&ms."

The notable sixth graders usually seen in a large group occupied themselves with the rest of the crowd, hooked up with blankets and lawn chairs in looking for a good spot to settle. Kenny was good to make himself indivisible in watching as they neared the booths. Until one saw Kenny first and nudged their friend. The scruffy dark-haired one with the larger nose who usually commanded a lot of orders to the others. By few, many noticed Kenny and the boy froze. Hoping subtly that Kyle's attention could be caught soon.

The boy in the green hat took the given change of the last order and turned to Kenny for assistance in carrying the items. Seeing his friend's focus set, he looked to the older kids snickering as they edged away. He frowned angrily in wondering what kinda backward jackasses were really gonna pick on a sick kid.

"C'mon, let's go." Kyle encouraged, urging Kenny to walk the other way.

With her hip cocked against the kitchen counter, Carol drummed the kitchen phone's cord gently. Holding the speaker in between her shoulder as her other hand tapped a pencil loosely against a wad of paper. Little tunes of the living room television played Karen's show in the background from its direct entry into the kitchen.

"Thanks, Susie. I'll take Mabel's hours." Carol finally concluded after a period of waiting, she wrote it down as to not forget. "No, I don't mind taking the closing shift, neither. That's fine. Bye now."

She shut the phone to its wall stand, writing the remainder of her swapped hours per a fellow co-worker's request. Waiting tables at the Olive Garden had its benefits and flaws, but the extra shifts were always appreciated. Maybe needed a little more as of late. Thank god for Stuart picking up some work again down at the go-kart track.

She pinned the reminder under a magnet on the freezer's level. Standing back in observance, she ran her hands through her red mane and pinned her strands back in a loaded sigh. Continued noise of her daughter's cartoon bouncing through the air as she sought to go and sit with her kids while the night was young. It was the little things as such that resonated through her until her stress melted away. With Kenny finally up on his feet again, it also wouldn't hurt to have a distraction.

Carol beelined slowly to the living room where Karen laid plopped on her stomach in front of the blaring TV. Kevin, most definitely dragged over by his eager sister to watch with her, distracted himself on the couch with one of his old skate magazines and a nearly empty Pepsi can on the table. Carol came around, giving a light swat of scolding to Kevin's feet that he removed from the tabletop. He did it without taking his nose out from the pages and Carol sat beside him, stretching her neck backward until she was in a staring contest with the ceiling.

"Mommy, the sugar monsters!" Karen squeaked in commenting over her show.

"That's nice, baby." Carol spoke to the ceiling still. The lock of their front door leading into the living room jiggled by the sound of keys turning gears, and her head dove up. She rose as her husband came in right after.

"Hey, did ya get it?" She approached.

Having made another stop after dropping off Kenny, Stuart didn't look forward to the answer he had to give as he closed the door. "Won't let me take any hours at the workshop, only the tracks."

"Why?"

"Schedule bein' given' to interns or somethin' like that..."

"Stuart, for fuck's-" Carol grunted. She trailed back to the kitchen in which her spouse followed her. "Christ.." she muttered as she approached the center table.

"What 'bout you?" Stuart asked, opening the fridge and diving his arm down for a can to pop open. "Figured it be no problem?"

"It ain't. Mel asked me to take her shift, actually." Carol admitted. "Don't know how much it'll cover the description for this month."

Their lifestyle may have been comfortable for them. It may have been kinda humble in a sense even. But, it was no secret that it wasn't easy for them to feed all these mouths. Carol had been the family's main source of income for a while with Stuart's on and off work and they'd been on welfare. Now with a spike in medical bills for Kenny, it was harder to find more work shifts.

"As long as it don't increase." Stuart rationalized.

"We don' know that."

"Well, shit. Then we'll get the damn money." He said. "We've done it before."

She turned to him with troubled body language, and he lowered the can from his lips. Money came and money went, and it was much less about that now than before. If things dipped and they all of a sudden couldn't afford the medicine...

"We're not gon' done fail this for him. Right?"

Stuart placed the beer can on the nearest counter, approaching his stiff wife. She kept her arms folded until Stuart gently pulled her in with a hand by the back of her neck and she looped her arms around his torso with her face buried in his chest. His chin rested in her hair with a forward gaze.

A money issue was one thing, it was another on behalf of the life of a kid.

The four pals situated themselves far left of the front row by Stan and Cartman's fight to get there. They sat on the oversized blanket that fitted enough room for all of them as they passed around their chosen movie snacks. Kenny handed over Cartman's Sour Patch Kids to the latter who looked anywhere but.

"What?" Asked Kenny.

Front row, but down the side to the spot Token, Clyde, Craig and Butters managed to swipe.

"I still can't believe it..."

Kyle poked his soda straw through its lid. "Let it go, Cartman."

"No, KAHL!" He bursted. "Look at those assholes..."

Kenny split open his bag of m&ms, digging in a popping one into his mouth. "I wonder if they'll show extended scenes?"

"Doubt it, the premiere never did." Stan said, taking a handful of popcorn. "If they don't you guys can come over and watch it another time, we just bought it."

"I'm down," Kyle agreed. The look in his eyes switched gears to agitation over the friend on the other end aiming to flick candies at the back of Butters' head. "Cartman!"

"What!?"

"Guys, sh!" Stan hushed as the outdoor lights dimmed and the screen started up. Howls and cheers of the venue guests floated about over the start of the film as everyone cozied up with their snacks and friends.

Cartman grumbled, eating a Sour Patch Kid nonetheless and focusing his attention on the screen. Just as the opening number 'Uncle Fucka' started up, Kenny swallowed down his Pepsi only to hear the familiar snorts and laughs of tormentors. He tried not to show his attention when looking behind him as he spotted the exact few paying attention to the movie.

Kenny turned back and huffed. Stan munched on popcorn sitting next to him. "What?"

His friend threw a nod and Stan looked the same way. Only to dive his face back forward when one of the sixth graders took notice to him. "God, of all places."

"Yeah.."

"Whatever, dude. Ignore them."

Well, what else was there to do. They weren't in antics over messing with anyone right now, so Kenny let it be as advised. Eating his colorful chocolatey mix as he listened to the movie's bridge of 'Uncle Fucka.'

Snickers amongst the crowd continued, but the ones that weren't simultaneous with the movie caught Kenny's ear still. When mapped out to be coming from behind him he couldn't help ignoring the damn sound. He turned his head to the scruffy hair one looking to him and the others laughing and whispering in agreement.

Crap.

Kenny looked forward, now under the watchful eye. He tried pretending the laughter from behind wasn't directed on him. As long as their attempts stayed way over there and came nowhere near. Soon enough that was broken when he was whipped by something pokey in the back of his head. It didn't hurt but caught his attention as he touched the area he was tapped on and turned his head to where a loose-leaf paper ball lay on the ground behind him. Some notable laughs, ones not directed at the movie, came in the direction of the sixth graders. The scruffy haired one in the green shirt looking the proudest. Kenny took the ball and turned back the movie's way, stubbornly unwrapping it for an answer to read.

Too bad they brought you back to life.

Needles pierced through and hit a nerve. He froze in failure to turn back to those who hit him with the message he couldn't take back reading. The movie's events furthered from his mind, and his friends' laughter around him went through one ear and out the other.

To be continued...

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Disclaimer: Whenever I talk about any disease try and do as much research as I can, know I am not a professional.