Serious Kyle fans, you may not want to read this.

Over time the lazy 'picteresque' summer had past, and the enevitable autumn was coming. That meant only one thing, school. And homework, teachers, annoying students, and of course, school supplies.

This was were Stan, Kyle, and Sheila Broflavski were at the present time. Stan's parents were visiting his grandfather (yes, they finally put him in a home) and had left him with Mrs.Broflovski. She had said that Stan and Kyle could play together, then later they would go back-to-school shopping. Stan groaned at the idea of standing in malls while Mrs.Broflavski picked out pencil cases for him and Kyle, that going mostly along with the idea of school.

This would be one shopping spree he would never forget.

"Mom! Mom! Can me and Stan go to the toy asile while pick out stuff? We're really bored." Kyle asked earnestly, trying to sound both polite and urgent at the same time.

"Oh, alright boys, but this can be very exciting! Just think, another grade up in school!" She took Kyle's hat off, exposing his bright red hair, which had been only recently cut and spiked, and ruffled his hair.

"Mom! Please!" Kyle complained "You're embarrasing me!"

Sheila only smiled as the two boys scampered away. She had nearly had a breakdown when Gerald died, she couldnt bear to lose Kyle.

The two boys ran down the toy asile, pressing all the 'try me' buttons and writing dirty words on the 'etch-a-sketch'. How they loved mall. They ran down a few more asile, when Stan suddenly stopped in front of a very large and flashy display. He wondered how Kyle could miss it.

"Kyle! Kyle! Get over here! Look at this!" He called.

"What is it?"

Kyle suddenly stopped dead, and stared up at the display. It was painted a number of bright colours, including huge flashing letters and painted-on flames. To any parent it would have been an eyesore, but to Stan and Kyle, it was their ticket to heaven.

"Brand spanking new Terrance and Phillip dolls!" Stan squeaked, as if he was looking at god himself.

"They look just like all the other ones" Kyle sounded disapointed.

Stan walked up to the stand and picked up a doll. There was a long white string coming out the back, curiously, he pulled it.

There was a few short seconds, then suddenly, a rather rude farting noise came from the doll, followed by a high, obnoxious laugh.

"Oh my god!! This kicks ass!" He pulled the string again, getting the same results.

"Wow! I gotta get one of these!" Kyle shrieked, then tore off down the asile, Stan in quick pursuit.

Kyle ran up to Sheila, tugging at her skirt and whining for attention.

"Mom! Mom, you gotta buy me this doll, it brand new Terrance and Phillip and it talks mom, it talks!!!"

"Actually, to be truthful, it farts, but its just as good." Stan commented.

Sheila frowned, then brough Kyle out of hearing range. Stan knew better than to follow.

"Kyle, how do you think Stan would feel if I bought you a doll and not him? I'm sure he would feel very left out."

"Actually," Stan had overheard again "I wouldnt mind. He really wants one, and I'll hopefully get one later." He said this as politely as he could.

"Well," Kyle looked up at her with hopeful eyes. "Alright, you sure you wont mind Stan?"

He nodded. Mrs.Broflovski took the doll and continued shopping. The rest of the time at the mall was perfectly normal. At exactly 3:00 they exited the mall and walked out into the bright sunlight of the parking lot.

Mrs.broflavski suddenly turned and walked out towards the road. Just on a small grass hill that seperated the parking lot from the sidewalk there was a small hut established, were they were serving corn and other fruits and vegetables. Said to be straight from the farmers fields. Stan and Kyle waited patiently for her to be done, when a familiar voice called their names.

"Hey! Kyle! Stan! Over here!" It was Kimmy. She rushed over to them with a big smile on her face.

"Hey Kimmy!" They both chimed together, "Wheres Kenny?"

"Oh he's at home. Probably looking at porno, like always."

A canversation began between them, and as Stan and Kimmy began discussing the trouble with some girls, Kyle began to feel left out slightly. He turned slightly, looking out over the busy traffic. This had been the exact street his dad was killed.

Then he saw it. A quick flash, a pass of a car, and there it was. Scared, he began to shake Stan franticly.

"Stan, Stan, look! Look!"

"What is it man?"

"Kyle whats wrong" asked Kimmy worriedly.

"Look! Look! Its him! Its him!" Kyle was frantic now. He was pointing across the street toward the other side, where yet another plaza was.

"Kyle, I dont see anything, or anyone." Stan squinted his eyes, but could still see nothing.

"HES RIGHT THERE! LOOK!" Kyle was screaming now, Mrs. Brofovski turned towards her frantic son.

"Kyle what on earth is wrong?"

"LOOK MOM! ITS HIM! ITS DAD!

"Kyle, what are you talking about? You're going crazy!"

Kyle gave his best friend one hurt, hate filled look the did something really crazy.

He ran out into the street.

"KYLE STOP! NO!" Everyone siad this at the exact same time, then started to run down the hill.

Kyle ran stiaght into the street, not noticning the large mini van coming straight towards him.

Kimmy turned her head away, spraying long blonde hair in front of her eyes. Stan squeezed his eyes shut. He didnt want to see.

There was one, final, scream from a few pedestrians, then the sound. That overly loud, crashing sound. Then Mrs. Broflovski's voice.

"KYLE!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"