End of the afternoon. After spending nearly an hour hanging around the park with his friends, Stan reached the restaurant where he expected to find his sister, so they could return to South Park.

"Shelly? Shelly?" He called.

She wasn't sitting outside, so he entered the place, where he spotted her at a table, resting her head on her arms.

"Oh, there you are." He approached her. "Shelly, come on, we gotta get back home."

"Uuuh…"

Her moan worried Stan, who noticed, on a closer inspection, that she didn't look so well.

"Shelly? What's wrong?" He held her in concern.

"Uuuh… I got a fucking headache. I'm a little dizzy." She stated.

"Is that so? Maybe I should look for some medicine…"

Something stopped Stan from finishing his sentence. He started sniffing her, close to her mouth, sensing a familiar smell.

"Wait. Is this… alcohol? Shelly, you're drunk?!"

Shelly gritted her teeth like she had just heard nails scratching a blackboard.

"Keep it down! Didn't I say I got a headache?!" She growled.

Stan didn't pay attention to her, for he was still baffled at his discovery. And revolted as well.

"Shelly, you're not 21 just yet! You can't go and drink booze with your friends!" He admonished.

"I said shut up! I didn't drink anything! And my friends went home already!"

Making some effort in her impaired stated, Shelly reached for something on the floor, then tossed it on the table. It was the box of bonbons she had bought earlier. There was only three of them left.

"It was these stupid bonbons! I wanted to try them! How the hell would I know they had liquor in them?!"

Stan took the box and stared at it in disbelief, wondering how many bonbons she had eaten to be in such a condition.

"God fucking dammit…" He muttered.

At that moment, three familiar figures entered the restaurant, looking for Stan. It was his friends Kyle, Cartman and Kenny. They spotted the siblings and moved towards them.

"Hey, Stan, you leaving already…?" Kyle asked, then noticed his expression of frustration. "What's wrong?"

Stan showed the box to them. "Shelly ate some liquor bonbons, and look how she is now."

He pointed at Shelly, who was still immobile at the table. The other three looked at her, assessing her state.

"Hahaha! She's drunk!" Cartman laughed, amused.

"Don't laugh, fat boy! This isn't funny!" Stan shoved the box on him. "How the hell are we gonna get back now?! She can't drive like that!"

"Maybe one of her friends could give you two a ride." Kyle suggested.

"Not gonna happen. They all left."

Considering his options, Stan returned to Shelly's side. Meanwhile, Cartman, who still had the box, took one bonbon from it and was about to put in in his mouth, only for Kyle to slap it off his hand.

"Ow!" Cartman shrieked.

"They have alcohol, fatass! You can't eat them!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Oh, come on! Just one can't hurt!"

"Guys, enough!" Stan shouted, then put Shelly's arm around his neck, ready to carry her. "I need to get her out of her. Can someone help me?"

"(I'll help!)"

Kenny volunteered, eager to hold a bigger girl. He took Shelly's other arm and put it around his neck too. He and Stan then lifted her off the chair, almost stumbling in the process.

"(Fuck, she's heavy!)"

"Tell me about it." Stan snarked. "It must be her boobs. They must weigh 20 pounds each."

"(What about her ass? How much does it weigh?)"

"Shut up… turds." Shelly groaned, annoyed. The four boys then escorted her out of the restaurant.

Outside. Stan and Kenny carried a still groggy Shelly to the front of the park and put her on a bench to rest, with Kyle and Cartman accompanying them.

"There. Dude, I'm beat." Stan declared.

"(Me too. But it was worth it.)" Kenny added.

"What are you gonna do now?" Kyle asked.

"I guess I'll have to call a cab." He turned to Shelly. "Shelly, do you have any money with you?"

Shelly pulled her wallet from her pocket and handed it to Stan. "There. Check it yourself."

Stan opened the wallet and pulled a single note from it, much to his surprise.

"Only 20 dollars? This won't take us to half of the way!"

"Oh, shut up! I can't pay for everything, you know!" She barked.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't bought that stupid box!"

Now feeling a bit desperate, Stan checked his own pockets for some money.

"Wait, I think I have… Here! 10 dollars! That's something."

He started to sweat. Kyle noticed his friend's distress and presented his aid in the form of a few notes.

"Here, Stan. I have 15 dollars. Maybe this'll help."

"Oh. Thanks, Kyle."

A grateful Stan accepted the money. He then turned to his other two friends, expecting some reaction from them.

"Hey, don't look at me. This is your problem." Cartman waved him off.

Stan frowned. He was disappointed, but not surprised. After all, it was Cartman. Then Kenny approached him, holding a single note. It was a 2-dollar note.

"(Here, Stan.)" Kenny offered. "(I know it's not much, but this might help too.)"

"Ah, Kenny…"

Stan was a little touched, since he knew Kenny's financial situation. He almost didn't accept the money, but felt that that would offend Kenny.

"Thanks, Kyle, Kenny. I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Don't mention it. We just-" Kyle then pointed at something coming in their direction. "Hey, there's a cab!"

He waved at the driver, who stopped the car in front of them. Stan opened the rear door and went to fetch his sister.

"Shelly, come on, let's go!"

He helped her up and inside the cab, before entering as well. He waved goodbye to his friends, as the car left the site. Now he and Shelly just needed to return to their home in South Park.

Evening, Marsh Residence. The siblings had finally made it to their home, with Stan still carrying Shelly. The cab driver didn't drive the whole route, so they were forced to walk a short stretch. Exhausted, they barely entered the living room, when Sharon approached them.

"You two are late, you know? I was starting to get worried!" She reprimanded.

"Sorry, Mom, we had a… complication." Stan apologized.

Sharon then wondered why Shelly was being carried by him, and paid close attention to her daughter. She quickly concluded that Shelly wasn't in her best shape.

"Shelly, are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Well, Mom, I ate some-" At this point, Stan interrupted her.

"Yeah, she ate some spoiled stuff, so she's feeling a little sick. I'm carrying her to the bed."

Stan didn't want Sharon to know about the bonbons, believing she would punish Shelly, even though it wasn't entirely her fault. In the end, he protected his sister.

"Oh, God." Sharon took a few steps towards them and extended her arms. "Here, let me help."

Stan pulled Shelly aside, dodging his mother. "No, no, I got it. I'll take her to the bed, then I'll go to sleep myself. Don't worry."

With that said, Sharon got out of the way, so Stan could take Shelly upstairs. Stan then remembered something and turned to his mother.

"Uh… Mom, we had to take a cab, so we left the car at the park, alright?"

"That's okay. I'll go get it back tomorrow." Sharon reassured him.

Stan resumed carrying his sister upstairs and, upon reaching her room, opened the door. He placed her on her bed, where she laid down.

"Can you take off my shoes?" She requested.

"Sure." He obliged and removed her shoes, leaving her barefoot.

"Thanks. And… thanks for covering for me down there."

"No problem."

A tender moment, and then… silence again. That drill was becoming pretty common for them.

"So… do you want me to put on your pajamas too?" He asked, slyly.

"Don't push it, turd." She frowned.

"I thought so."

Stan covered Shelly with her blanket and left her to sleep. He exited her room and put his hand on his head. He nearly collapsed on the floor. The exhaustion was catching up with him.

"Phew, this was a long day." He uttered.

Indeed, it was a long day. Stan could now only thank that it was over. He went to his room to sleep as well.