"Derick, dear! I need you for a minute!"

Derick let out a groan, rolling his eyes irritably as he pushed away from his desk to head downstairs. He had previously been tallying the magazines that were distributed and needed selling, as well as the cost for when the money was brought together. If they got more than twenty-five out by Friday morning, that's an easy $125 brought together at the least! But that'd probably be a bit slow if Sam and Levy took their sweet, damn time -

"Derick!"

"I'm coming, God damnit!" The child screeches, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him before descending down the stairway. As he reaches the last couple of steps, he jumps off the stairway, landing on his feet before heading into the kitchen, finding his mother at the sink doing the dishes. "You need something, mom?" He asks in a much more calm, sweet tone that was completely the opposite of the tone h ed had used just moments prior.

His mother turned away from the sink, smiling as she looked to her son. Heidi's brown hair had grown longer over the years, so it was pulled into a low bun, a few strands of hair straying from the hair tie. She hums in response, drying her hands off with a baby blue wash towel.

"Yes, Derick. I need you to ask your father how long he's going to be until he can lend me a hand with the potatoes."

"Why can't you ask him yourself?" Derick asks, furrowing a brow as he looked up at his mother. She rose a brow at him, leaning most of her weight onto her right leg as she put her hand to her hip. He sighs, raising his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright; I'm goin'," he says, before walking off in the direction of his father's office. As he pressed closer, reaching his father's office, he could hear his father typing away on his keyboard before actually seeing him.

"Hey, dad?" Derick asks, opening the door to reveal his father's office. It was an office room with soft, cream yellow walls, the window frames and door being a light strawberry color with the flooring having a birch colour to the floorboards. In all honesty, the office reminded him of strawberry shortcake, and would always get hungry whenever stepping into his office just by the delicious colours.

Eric looked up from his laptop, raising a brow as he looked over to his son. Eric was still weighty, but not as bad as he had been in his youth, and was somewhat exercising. "Yes, Derick?"

"Mom's wanting ta know if ya almost done," Derick says, his voice catching weirdly on a few words to make them sound a bit slurred. "She needs help with the potatoes."

"Tell her I'll be there ina minute," Eric says, his 'in' and 'a' slurred together as he looks back to his laptop to finish whatever project he was working on. Derick grogan's, shutting the door behind him as he exits, heading back to the kitchen. "'Tell her I'll be there in a minute'," he mocks in a high-pitched voice, rolling his eyes. "God, I'm not some damn Hermes." As Derick approached the openning to the kitchen, he leans his head in, looking up at his mother's back. "He says he'll be here in a minute."

"Alright, thank you!" He hears his mother say, practically hearing the smile she wore as he grumbles in response, turning to head back to his bedroom.

"Kendall! Need you for a sec!" Kenny says in a loud tone, sticking his head through the open doorframe that led into his son's room. His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing the room empty of the boy, scratching his head before walking off to look elsewhere around the house. Kendall, at that moment, had been outside near Stark's Pond, reading through a porno magazine he was going to sell to one of the boys at his school. They both planned to meet up at Stark's Pond around four in the afternoon, so that's where Kendall was now instead of in his bedroom rereading his own magazines.

The blonde let out a hum to himself as he sat on a lone bench, his right leg kicked up on his left as he swung his right foot back and forth while reading. His eyes would squint a little in admiration and a grin would play on his lips ever so often, scanning some more before flipping the page to be greeted by the next savoring surprise.

"Guess there's a few good ones in these new editions," he says to himself, before glancing up at the sound of snow being crunched under footing. He looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a familiar chub walk over towards him. His grin grew, moving half of his body to face Derick as he closed the porno and rested it on his lap. "Got a sale in a few minutes. Need something?" He asks, raising a brow when the male stopped a few feet from the bench, a focused look on his face. There was a silence between them, before Kendall broke it again. "Something on your mind?"

"Just thinking."

"Sex between 'professional' co-workers is unprofessional," Kendall says with a straight face. Derick's face turns a bright red in response, earning a laugh from the blonde as he leans his head back. "Kidding. But seriously, though - what's up?"

"Just not that confident that Jewboy and Stan Junior are going to sell enough magazines in the next few days," the brunette says as he takes a seat next to Kendall on the bench, his hands folded in his lap as he stared across over the large pond.

Kendall raised a brow. "You? Not confident?" He follows Derick's gaze but sees nothing of interest. "That's a first."

"Oh, shut it," Derick grumbles, his eyes flitting away to glance at Kendall. "Those two are gonna get it if they don't sell what's needed."

"How'd your rope them into this, anyway?" Kendall inquires, turning his head to look over to the male as he pulled his ocean blue parka closer to his body. Being South Park and basically winter all year round, it was definitely cold and left him in shivers. "Blackmail?"

"You bet," Derick laughs, nodding his head as he looks away, staring ahead across Stark's Pond. "Got them lighting some crap on fire on camera. You know how their dad's are gonna be if they see it."

"You really are a bit of an ass, Cartman," Kendall replies along with a sigh, resting his cheek into the palm of his hand as he dug dozed off a little. It wasn't until after repeating himself twice with no answer, Derick huffed and turn to the blonde with a glare.

"Ay, you listening to me, McCormick?"

"Not in the slightest," Kendall laughs, earning grumbles from the brunette as he turned away. Aside from Derick's grumbling, it was a relatively quiet afternoon. He furrowed a brow, noticing minutes had gone by without him keeping a look out.

"Weren't you supposed to be having a sale?" Derick says, as if reading Derick's own thought aloud. Kendall shrugs, but nods nonetheless as he whisks his head around slowly, scanning around them for as anyone coming up that weren't discovered. Upon his attempt ending fruitlessly, he looks back to Derick.

"Supposed to. I don't even remember the name of the kid I'm selling this to," Kendall states, resting his cheek in his palm again as he began to kick his feet back and fourth. "Think he ditched?"

"Most likely."

"That's a downer; this edition wasn't that mad, in my opinion," the young McCormick says, earning an eyeroll from Derick. After a few seconds, Kendall gets to his feet, rolling the magazine into a cylinder as he slides it into a secret pocket inside his parka. Derick gives him a confused look.

"Where're you heading?"

"Home."

His brows are cocked more now. "What about the sale?"

"Eh, forget it!" Kendall says, waving the male off as he begins to head away. "If I find him tomorrow, I'll do the exchange then. Besides - tomorrow's another day!" And with that, the blonde was off, leaving Derick to sit alone and watch Kendall's retreating back.

When the next morning had arrived, the four friends stood waiting at the bus stop together, and from afar, if you were the first or second generation before the current one, you'd think it'd be their father's with a change. And each son stood where their father would, almost subconsciously. Sam and Levy were talking with each other, Derick grumbling to himself, while Kendall stood silent, cozy in his ocean blue parka. The blonde male's thoughts were currently on finding the boy that missed their business exchange yesterday, and see why he didn't make it.

"So you going to find the guy that stood you up?" Derick says, snapping Kendall out of his thoughts. He turned to the brunette, nodding in clarification before hearing the familiar school bus' engine, before the vehicle of yellow turned behind the cover of trees into their bus stop. The bus stopped in front of them, the door openning to reveal the same old hag that their fathers had as a bus driver when they were younger. It was surprise to see her still alive, even if looking like death could come and sweep her off her feet at any minute.

"Get on! We're running late!" She screeches, the four hurrying aboard. When Derick took an empty seat, Kensall taking the one behind him and Levy and Sam took one of the seats in the back. Before Sam took his seat, the bus had already started again, pulling forward fast and knocking the ravenette down. He let out an agitated hiss, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at the back of the bus driver's head.

"How's she not even dead yet? She's going to kill us soon if she drives and suddenly gets a heart attack!" He grumbles loudly. The bus driver, continuing driving, looks behind her.

"What did you say?!"

"I said 'Levy, use Link's speed attack'!" He yells.

"Oh," the bus driver replies, turning back to have some control of her chaotic driving methods.

"Yeah, I wonder that, too," Levy replies to Sam quietly, not wanting to be the next reference source of bleeding ears from the bus driver's wrath.

"Hey, Kendall," Derick says, turning and looking over the top of his seat to look at the ocean blue parka hood that covered his friend's head. Kendall looked up from the porno he was currently looking at, raising a brow for the brunette to speak. "How come your so into the old porno magazines? Aren't they, like, old and out-dated or something?"

"Nothing beats a classic," the blonde replies, mocking a French accent as he says 'classic'. Derick shrugs, turning back to look for something of random in his bag. Kendall returns to his magazine, humming to himself as he grins to himself, finding a satisfaction at staring at the nude(or almost partially) woman that littered the pages. He could draw a but better than his father, having a more realistic style when it came to his woman he drew. Didn't mean the proportions were bit wack, though.

When the bus had came to a stop at South Park Elementary, the students exit off, Kendall and Derick being one of the first ones off and decided to wait for Sam and Levy. Derick impatiently tapped his foot against the ground with his hands stuck in his pockets, Kendall still reading through his magazine absentmindedly. When the two finally got off the bus, and the bus shut its door and pulled away, they four went off into the school, chatting with one another for what the day would bring. While they didn't bring the topic up(but it was on each of the four's minds), it being Thursday meant a bit of different things for most of them. Derick would be getting up the next morning to pick up cash; Kendall would probably be getting some new ladies to add to his piles; and Sam and Levy were preparing to meet the doom of Kyle and Wendy tomorrow evening because of Derick and their lack of activity on selling magazines. If there was a time of death, surely, it'd be their's soon.

"Oh, found my man," Kendall finally says, earning a confused look from the redhead and ravenette. Instead of explaining, he waves before walking off, heading to the son of Token and Nicole. Knowing the kid's parents, it was a surprise he had gotten an interest in porno magazines. But it was most likely Jake's doing.

Derick shrugs, looking away from Kendall's retreating form over to Levy and Sam. "So, you two ready for tomorrow?"

"If you mean by a life grounding, then pretty much," Levy grumbles, glaring at the male as Derick merely rolls his eyes in response.

"I can move the deadline, you know. I'll just want double the amount sold by next Friday," Derick says, and while Levy merely groans in irritation, Sam stares at Derick happily.

"Really, man?! You mean it?" The ravenette smiles, before nodding his head quickly. "We'll definitely get the double done by then!"

Levy stares at Sam as if he had lost his mind, but Derick only laughs. "Alright then," Derick says, shrugging a little. "I don't like waking up that early, anyway, so I can pick up Kendall's cash at the bustsop tomorrow."

When Derick then walks off towards his locker, Sam and Levy went towards their own. "Dude, I'm surprised he actually did that for us!" Sam says, letting out a sigh of relief. "Man, I thought we were actually going to have our asses handed to us."

"But now we have double to get out of our hands," Levy complains, running a hand through his red hair nervously. Sam glances to him.

"Yeah, but now with Saturday and Sunday, we could probably try and get better chances of selling them." He thinks for a second, before looking back again. "Think we can sell some to Kendall's dad without his mom finding out?"

"Sam!" Levy groans, earning a shrug and slight laugh from his friend.

"I'm joking." He went quiet again. "But seriously, though; think we could?" Another groan in response.

When the school day had finally ended, the four sat on a lone bench while they waited for their bus to come. Kendall had ease selling a few magazines that day, making some deals within classes, then exchange the magazines for cash when recess came around. Derick was Derick, as usual, cursing at people and just being his usual self. And Levy and Sam had managed to pull off selling a few magazines each; four each, in fact. While Kendall and Derick had tried(keyword: "tried") stifled laughs when they were told this, nonetheless, the redhead and ravenette were proud of themselves.

Their bus was later than usual, but this didn't stifle their conversation. "Hey, have you heard about Teddy?" Kendall says, breaking them from the conversation on video games they were currently having.

Sam rose a brow. "No, what happened?"

Kendall stifles some laughs as he begins to speak, pulling away his jacket collar. "Apparently, Jake talked him into looking at some of his magazine, claiming it was an 'anatomy chart'."

Derick starts laughing, snickering a little as Sam and Levy shared glances, but can't help the small smiles they wore on their lips. Okay, that was kind of funny, knowing how oblivious and gullible Teddy tended to be. "And-" Kendall stops, trying not to choke as he speaks and laughs at the same time, "He actually believed it! His face was so red when he saw that woman's chest!"

As Kendall and Derick tried to breath again, still laughing, Levy and Sam looked away when seeing their bus come up. They got to their feet, followed after by Derock and Kendall still giggling at the story as they boarded the bus. Instead of mostly separating, like usual, Kendall took a seat closer to the middle of the bus, Derick taking the seat behind him while Sam and Levy sat together in the seat next to Derick's.

"Wait, wait," Levy says, now laughing a little as Kendall and Derick turn to face him. "Did Jake managed to show Luke?"

"Luke actually had an idea of what it was, so he shut Jake's request down fast," Kendall says, chuckling a little. Derick raises a brow, smirking still.

"Great, so he got his anxiety problems from Mr. Tweak, and his "common sense" from Mr. Ticker?" He snickers, rolling his eyes. "Damn, that kid's a mess."

There's a silence that settles between the four as more students began to pile on the bus. No one really sat with the four of them, so they didn't have to think about others getting a full ear of their conversation right in the middle of them. To be honest, a lot of people tried to avoid them, mostly for the sake of not being pulled into whatever shenanigans they managed to get themselves into a lot.

Kendall is sitting on his knees, his head over the back of his seat as he rested his chin on his crossed arms. "So, almost Friday," he says, earning nods from his three friends. "Any plans for the weekend?"

"Aside from getting some magazines sold, not really," Sam says, earning a silent nod in agreement from Levy.

"Me, too, but dad wants me to help with cleaning the basement 'cause Uncle Ike is coming over," Levy says, earning a cocked brow from Derick.

"Your Canadian uncle?"

"He's the only uncle from my dad's side, you know this," Levy replies, rolling his eyes a little. Derick grumbles something, although it's forgotten as Sam speaks up to Kendall.

"Hey, Kendall, think I'd be able to sell some magazines to your dad?" He asks, earning a groan from Levy after hearing this from that morning. Kendall grins, raising a brow as he shrugs.

"Dunno; he's definitely more into the old stuff. I think you can though." He laughs a little. "Just don't let my mom find out, or it's not just dad and I's asses getting whooped."

Levy almost chokes on air, staring at Kendall with disbelief. "Hold on - your dad would be okay with that?"

"Hey, I said there's a chance," Kendall laughs. Sam shrugs, Derick turns to start talking with Kendall as Levy begins to thumb through his bag to see how much homework he had that night.