Only a week had passed by and Tuesday had come. Audition day. It was
beautiful snowy afternoon. Cartman, Kyle, Stan and Kenny were standing all
around waiting for the bus to pick up them up from school.
"So what do you guys think of the beauty contest?" Kyle asked.
"I think," Cartman started, standing up. "those stupid gay asses should stay outta South Park. They don't need to be putting on any friggin' beauty contest. Besides, all the ugly people always go out for it. "
"But my mom was in a Beauty contest when she was in school." Kyle replied.
"Exactly, Kyle! Your mom is an ugly ass bitch! Plus, she has stupid hair." Cartman said.
"You fat ass bastard!" Kyle said, tackling him on the ground. He grabbed Cartman's head and beat it against the snow. Stan and Kenny both got into it. Both of them punching at Cartman.
{"Get the hell off him, jack ass!} Kenny yelled.
Butters saw the fight was going on as he walked past and ran into the school and got Mr. Garrison. He managed to pry the four fighting boys away from each other.
"Alright boys. Now, all four of you get to stay after here until your parents pick you up. Besides-the bus just left." He said leading them back into the school.
* * *
"Damnit, Cartman!" Kyle whispered as they all sat chairs against the wall in the office. There was an old secretary behind the large desk typing up something on a typewriter.
"Shut up, Kyle." Cartman whispered harshly.
{"Oh come on you guys! Stop fighting!"} Kenny said, looking at Cartman and Kyle.
"Yeah, both of you got us into this mess." Stan replied.
"Okay, okay. Whatever!" Kyle said.
After a few minutes of hearing the click-clicking sounds of the typewriter, Cartman looked at the other three boys.
"I'm bored as hell.." Cartman said, looking around. "I say, we go to the gay ass auditions for that beauty contest to see what they're doing." Cartman said as he saw the secretary go into the teacher's lounge for some coffee.
"Alright, let's go." Stan said, getting up from the chair.
"I think that it's in Mr. Garrison's room." Cartman replied as he too got up from the chair and led the way.
Kyle and Kenny soon followed, and they all made their way down the hallway.
"So. What do you think they judge them on?" Kyle asked.
{"Well, they won't be looking at much, since Cartman said all the ugly girls sign up for it."} Kenny replied.
Kyle glared at Kenny. "Don't push it."
They all quieted down as they approached Mr. Garrison's room. The door was cracked open, and Cartman got the first look inside.
There were girls lined up on the wall, and he saw that Bebe and Wendy were two of the many girls there. But it was unusually quiet. Then, standing in front of them, there was two rather short men. There they were! Boy George and Elton John! They were both wearing bright pink and white suits with flamboyant colored shoes and also had loads of jewelry on. There were also two bodyguards sitting in the back in some chairs. Mr. Garrison was no where in sight.
"Well, what is it Cartman?!" Kyle whispered trying to get a peek behind Cartmans round pudgy body.
"Hold your God damn horses!" Cartman whispered back.
Cartman continued to watch, but then listened closely as Boy George spoke.
"Hello, girls. I'm glad you've all come today, and we'll start by going over some tests." He had a thick, yet girly British accent.
Elton smiled at the 3rd and 4th grade girls.
"Yes, it won't be very long." Elton replied, taking a large gold chain out. It had a large golden pendant attached to it.
"Alright. I want each of you to relax yourselves and look at this pendant. This test is done to make sure you can."
"Focus." Boy George added, knowing he didn't quite think of how he was going to follow through with the lie.
"Yes. So please focus on this pendant." Elton said, swinging it back and forth. Back, and forth. Over and over.
All of the girls' eyes were following the brilliant gold pendant. Boy George smiled evilly and added with a soft hypnotic voice.
"You are all getting very tired.. very.. sleepy.. You can feel your eye lids getting heavier..and heavier. and heavier. because you are so.so.. very sleepy."
The girls' eyes slowly shut, but they were still standing very relaxed.
Cartman looked back at the boys and made room so they could see. As soon as Stan saw what was going on he looked to Cartman.
"What the hell are they doing?!"
"I think they're hypnotizing them." Cartman said.
"Well, I'm gonna stop it! They're hypnotizing my Wendy!" He said reaching for the knob.
"No!" Kyle said, pulling Stan back. "We should tell the police."
{"Yeah, they would know what to do."} Kenny added, still looking on.
"Let's just watch to see what's gonna happen." Replied Cartman said, looking back inside.
"Now. I have to tell you all, that this is not really an audition for a beauty contest. I need you all to come work..we need you all to work in our sweatshop .. Where you can make designer label clothes for gay men everywhere!" Elton laughed evilly.
"Shut up, ass!" Boy George said. Hitting Elton girlishly on the shoulder.
"Ouch, God dammit!" Elton said, rubbing his shoulder.
"So.. I need you all to focus.. Focus. Focus."
"Oh My God! We have to go tell the police NOW!" Kyle said, tugging on Cartman's coat.
"Okay. Let's go!" Stan said, walking away from the door.
"I told you guys we don't need to pansy asses here!" Cartman complained as he followed the other 3 down the hallway.
A/N: I know my first chapter was really bad. I tried to make this one better, and I hope I succeeded in doing so. Please review! Again, all types of reviews are excepted.
"So what do you guys think of the beauty contest?" Kyle asked.
"I think," Cartman started, standing up. "those stupid gay asses should stay outta South Park. They don't need to be putting on any friggin' beauty contest. Besides, all the ugly people always go out for it. "
"But my mom was in a Beauty contest when she was in school." Kyle replied.
"Exactly, Kyle! Your mom is an ugly ass bitch! Plus, she has stupid hair." Cartman said.
"You fat ass bastard!" Kyle said, tackling him on the ground. He grabbed Cartman's head and beat it against the snow. Stan and Kenny both got into it. Both of them punching at Cartman.
{"Get the hell off him, jack ass!} Kenny yelled.
Butters saw the fight was going on as he walked past and ran into the school and got Mr. Garrison. He managed to pry the four fighting boys away from each other.
"Alright boys. Now, all four of you get to stay after here until your parents pick you up. Besides-the bus just left." He said leading them back into the school.
* * *
"Damnit, Cartman!" Kyle whispered as they all sat chairs against the wall in the office. There was an old secretary behind the large desk typing up something on a typewriter.
"Shut up, Kyle." Cartman whispered harshly.
{"Oh come on you guys! Stop fighting!"} Kenny said, looking at Cartman and Kyle.
"Yeah, both of you got us into this mess." Stan replied.
"Okay, okay. Whatever!" Kyle said.
After a few minutes of hearing the click-clicking sounds of the typewriter, Cartman looked at the other three boys.
"I'm bored as hell.." Cartman said, looking around. "I say, we go to the gay ass auditions for that beauty contest to see what they're doing." Cartman said as he saw the secretary go into the teacher's lounge for some coffee.
"Alright, let's go." Stan said, getting up from the chair.
"I think that it's in Mr. Garrison's room." Cartman replied as he too got up from the chair and led the way.
Kyle and Kenny soon followed, and they all made their way down the hallway.
"So. What do you think they judge them on?" Kyle asked.
{"Well, they won't be looking at much, since Cartman said all the ugly girls sign up for it."} Kenny replied.
Kyle glared at Kenny. "Don't push it."
They all quieted down as they approached Mr. Garrison's room. The door was cracked open, and Cartman got the first look inside.
There were girls lined up on the wall, and he saw that Bebe and Wendy were two of the many girls there. But it was unusually quiet. Then, standing in front of them, there was two rather short men. There they were! Boy George and Elton John! They were both wearing bright pink and white suits with flamboyant colored shoes and also had loads of jewelry on. There were also two bodyguards sitting in the back in some chairs. Mr. Garrison was no where in sight.
"Well, what is it Cartman?!" Kyle whispered trying to get a peek behind Cartmans round pudgy body.
"Hold your God damn horses!" Cartman whispered back.
Cartman continued to watch, but then listened closely as Boy George spoke.
"Hello, girls. I'm glad you've all come today, and we'll start by going over some tests." He had a thick, yet girly British accent.
Elton smiled at the 3rd and 4th grade girls.
"Yes, it won't be very long." Elton replied, taking a large gold chain out. It had a large golden pendant attached to it.
"Alright. I want each of you to relax yourselves and look at this pendant. This test is done to make sure you can."
"Focus." Boy George added, knowing he didn't quite think of how he was going to follow through with the lie.
"Yes. So please focus on this pendant." Elton said, swinging it back and forth. Back, and forth. Over and over.
All of the girls' eyes were following the brilliant gold pendant. Boy George smiled evilly and added with a soft hypnotic voice.
"You are all getting very tired.. very.. sleepy.. You can feel your eye lids getting heavier..and heavier. and heavier. because you are so.so.. very sleepy."
The girls' eyes slowly shut, but they were still standing very relaxed.
Cartman looked back at the boys and made room so they could see. As soon as Stan saw what was going on he looked to Cartman.
"What the hell are they doing?!"
"I think they're hypnotizing them." Cartman said.
"Well, I'm gonna stop it! They're hypnotizing my Wendy!" He said reaching for the knob.
"No!" Kyle said, pulling Stan back. "We should tell the police."
{"Yeah, they would know what to do."} Kenny added, still looking on.
"Let's just watch to see what's gonna happen." Replied Cartman said, looking back inside.
"Now. I have to tell you all, that this is not really an audition for a beauty contest. I need you all to come work..we need you all to work in our sweatshop .. Where you can make designer label clothes for gay men everywhere!" Elton laughed evilly.
"Shut up, ass!" Boy George said. Hitting Elton girlishly on the shoulder.
"Ouch, God dammit!" Elton said, rubbing his shoulder.
"So.. I need you all to focus.. Focus. Focus."
"Oh My God! We have to go tell the police NOW!" Kyle said, tugging on Cartman's coat.
"Okay. Let's go!" Stan said, walking away from the door.
"I told you guys we don't need to pansy asses here!" Cartman complained as he followed the other 3 down the hallway.
A/N: I know my first chapter was really bad. I tried to make this one better, and I hope I succeeded in doing so. Please review! Again, all types of reviews are excepted.