Here comes Chapter 2! Hooray! I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing! I feel so special! Thanks to Leela's tears, Society's Cavity, dreamcatcher-022, Stans-girlfriend903, and XxXCocoPuffXxX! I love you! heh, in a non-weird sort of way... well... Whatever! Here is chapter 2!
"You've had your chance! Now die!"
Poom.
The car containing Jennifer Lopez, the doll, exploded... sort of. Stan and Kyle cheered as they rushed over to pick up the remains. Kyle threw them away as Stan picked up the doll to play Brittany Spears. He was always the voice of Brittany Spears, while Kyle was Jennifer Lopez. Stan knew he'd get in trouble with Shelley for blowing up her dolls again, but he didn't care right now.
"Here I go... getting in my car... Oh I hope no one blows me up. La la la dee la." Stan said in a high-pitched voice when Kyle came back.
Kyle smirked evilly, "Ah ha! Finally! My search for you has been fulfilled!"
"Oh my goodness, who are you?" Stan nearly laughed, replying in his most girlish voice, "I know who I am, and I'm just a fucking slut and I like to flaunt my wobbly bits."
"What?" Kyle stopped for a moment, "Stan, what the hell are wobbly bits?"
Stan shrugged, "Dunno. It was on some Bridget Jones movie my mom watched."
"Oh."
Both were silent for a moment, then Stan put the Brittany doll in the car. Kyle began threatening the doll in a deep voice, while Stan pleaded in a high-pitched one. Finally, Kyle lit the firecracker.
"It's too late miss Spears! You had your chance! Any last words?" Kyle shouted, after attaching the lit explosive device.
Stan was by Kyle now, "Yeah, can I have some of my perfume?"
Poom.
Another small explosion blew up the tiny car and the doll.
"Hooray!" both boys cheered, picking up the emains from the second doll.
Fifteen minutes later, Stan and Kyle were inside watching Terrence and Philip. Terrence was attempting to fart on Philip while he was sleeping, but it wasn't working. Terrence then woke up Philip and asked him how to do it. Terrence's plan backfired and he ended up getting farted on.
"Ah ha ha ha!" the two Canadians laughed.
Stan and Kyle also laughed at their antics.
"Dude, Terrence and Philip are the best!" Stan grinned.
Kyle agreed, "Yeah! Too bad that they only show new episodes on Fridays."
Stan shrugged, continuing to watch the show. When it was over, Kyle had to go. So Stan said goodbye, then went to eat dinner. Too bad the one person he did not want to see right now was standing between him and the kitchen.
"Hey turd." his older sister slurred her words, "Where do you think you're going?"
Stan gulped, "To the kitchen."
"Well anshwer me one thing, Shtan. Why did you blow up my dollsh?!" she shouted smacking him in the face.
"AAAHH!" Stan was too busy screaming and trying to run away from her to answer.
Shelley kicked him, causing him to trip and turn to face her. He looked up at her from the ground, her menacing frame towering above him.
"I-I don't know." he stuttered, "Kyle and I just wanted to play a game! I swear!"
She scowled, "Well game over turd."
She picked him up by the front of his shirt and threw him straight into the wall. With a triumphant smirk on her face, she turned and left her helpless litttle brother in the living room. Shaking his head, Stan struggled to get up. He scowled, Shelley takes advantage of me all the time! Well, not this time! I'm gonna show her what I can do! Just as he built up the courage and anger to beat upon his sister, his mom came in.
"Stanley! How many times have I told you not to play that gory game with Kyle? You're a mess!" his mom scolded.
Stan looked confused, "Huh? No mom! Kyle and I didn't do this!"
"Oh I'm sorry Stanley, did you get stuck in the trash compacter again? Because that's been happening alot lately." she thought for a moment, "Well time for dinner! Go and wash up will you Stan?"
"I'm not hungry." Stan turned and marched upstairs in a hurry.
Shutting his door and locking it, Stan quickly changed and then sat on his bed. For a long while, all he did was stare at the ceiling. Then he rolled onto his side and reached under his bed. Pulling out an old shoe box, he opened it and pulled out a buch of pictures held together by a ruber band. He took off the rubber band and began looking at each picture. Most of them were with Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and himself, but a couple near the end were of him and Wendy. Taking the most recent photo, the only one where he wasn't vomiting, he studied it.
Wendy... why did you leave me? I loved you. Couldn't you see that? I mean... I never told you, but didn't the vomiting tell you something? Well if it didn't, it meant I loved you and I still do. After thinking that, the barf came on cue only it landed on the floor instead of on Wendy. Sighing, Stan put all the pictures together and stretched the rubber band over them. He placed the box back under his bed and looked up.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, hopping off his bed, "Jennifer Lopez?!"
It wasn't the real J Lo, it was the doll they had recently blown up. The doll was perfectly intact, like Stan and Kyle had never touched her.
"Okay, get out of here! This must be a trick of Shelley's! Well I'm not gonna fucking fall for it!"
"Wait Stan, I can help you."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Kenny?"
"Yeah?" the boy in the orange parka replied.
"Can you ask the Marshes for a little powdered sugar? I want my boys to have something sweet once in a while." Mrs. McCormick asked him.
Kenny nodded, "Sure mom."
He left the little run-down shack and crossed the railroad tracks to Stan's house. He knocked lightly on the door, hoping someone should hear it. The door opened quickly, reavealing Mrs. Marsh.
"Well, hello Kenny. You need some more leftovers?" she asked, letting him in.
He shook his head, "Not today, I just need some powdered sugar for my mom."
"Oh alright, stay right here and I'll get some for you." Sharon smiled, leaving Kenny in the living room, "You can up to Stan's room if you want."
"Okay."
Kenny walked up stairs to his friends room, the one with the bluish-green flag with the name Stan written on it. Just before he knocked on the door, Kenny heard Stan talking.
"Okay, get out of here! This must be a trick of Shelley's! Well I'm not gonna fucking fall for it!"
There was a pause, then Stan burst out, "Jesus Christ!"
Kenny heard Stan's mom coming, so Kenny quickly rushed to meet her.
"Kenny? Did you talk to Stanley?" she asked, handing him the sugar.
Kenny looked for an excuse, "Uhhh... he's sleeping. Thanks for the sugar! Bye!"
Kenny ran out the door, thinking about the story he'd have for Cartman and if he could get food off of it. He would make a deal with Cartman, yeah that would be good! Kenny crossed the railroad tracks and raced inside his crappy, run-down house.
Well, that's chapter 2! Please R&R again! Chapter 3 is well underway! Stay tuned to see if Kenny will tell Cartman, what Cartman will do, and why the hell Jennifer Lopez is in Stan's room.
"You've had your chance! Now die!"
Poom.
The car containing Jennifer Lopez, the doll, exploded... sort of. Stan and Kyle cheered as they rushed over to pick up the remains. Kyle threw them away as Stan picked up the doll to play Brittany Spears. He was always the voice of Brittany Spears, while Kyle was Jennifer Lopez. Stan knew he'd get in trouble with Shelley for blowing up her dolls again, but he didn't care right now.
"Here I go... getting in my car... Oh I hope no one blows me up. La la la dee la." Stan said in a high-pitched voice when Kyle came back.
Kyle smirked evilly, "Ah ha! Finally! My search for you has been fulfilled!"
"Oh my goodness, who are you?" Stan nearly laughed, replying in his most girlish voice, "I know who I am, and I'm just a fucking slut and I like to flaunt my wobbly bits."
"What?" Kyle stopped for a moment, "Stan, what the hell are wobbly bits?"
Stan shrugged, "Dunno. It was on some Bridget Jones movie my mom watched."
"Oh."
Both were silent for a moment, then Stan put the Brittany doll in the car. Kyle began threatening the doll in a deep voice, while Stan pleaded in a high-pitched one. Finally, Kyle lit the firecracker.
"It's too late miss Spears! You had your chance! Any last words?" Kyle shouted, after attaching the lit explosive device.
Stan was by Kyle now, "Yeah, can I have some of my perfume?"
Poom.
Another small explosion blew up the tiny car and the doll.
"Hooray!" both boys cheered, picking up the emains from the second doll.
Fifteen minutes later, Stan and Kyle were inside watching Terrence and Philip. Terrence was attempting to fart on Philip while he was sleeping, but it wasn't working. Terrence then woke up Philip and asked him how to do it. Terrence's plan backfired and he ended up getting farted on.
"Ah ha ha ha!" the two Canadians laughed.
Stan and Kyle also laughed at their antics.
"Dude, Terrence and Philip are the best!" Stan grinned.
Kyle agreed, "Yeah! Too bad that they only show new episodes on Fridays."
Stan shrugged, continuing to watch the show. When it was over, Kyle had to go. So Stan said goodbye, then went to eat dinner. Too bad the one person he did not want to see right now was standing between him and the kitchen.
"Hey turd." his older sister slurred her words, "Where do you think you're going?"
Stan gulped, "To the kitchen."
"Well anshwer me one thing, Shtan. Why did you blow up my dollsh?!" she shouted smacking him in the face.
"AAAHH!" Stan was too busy screaming and trying to run away from her to answer.
Shelley kicked him, causing him to trip and turn to face her. He looked up at her from the ground, her menacing frame towering above him.
"I-I don't know." he stuttered, "Kyle and I just wanted to play a game! I swear!"
She scowled, "Well game over turd."
She picked him up by the front of his shirt and threw him straight into the wall. With a triumphant smirk on her face, she turned and left her helpless litttle brother in the living room. Shaking his head, Stan struggled to get up. He scowled, Shelley takes advantage of me all the time! Well, not this time! I'm gonna show her what I can do! Just as he built up the courage and anger to beat upon his sister, his mom came in.
"Stanley! How many times have I told you not to play that gory game with Kyle? You're a mess!" his mom scolded.
Stan looked confused, "Huh? No mom! Kyle and I didn't do this!"
"Oh I'm sorry Stanley, did you get stuck in the trash compacter again? Because that's been happening alot lately." she thought for a moment, "Well time for dinner! Go and wash up will you Stan?"
"I'm not hungry." Stan turned and marched upstairs in a hurry.
Shutting his door and locking it, Stan quickly changed and then sat on his bed. For a long while, all he did was stare at the ceiling. Then he rolled onto his side and reached under his bed. Pulling out an old shoe box, he opened it and pulled out a buch of pictures held together by a ruber band. He took off the rubber band and began looking at each picture. Most of them were with Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, and himself, but a couple near the end were of him and Wendy. Taking the most recent photo, the only one where he wasn't vomiting, he studied it.
Wendy... why did you leave me? I loved you. Couldn't you see that? I mean... I never told you, but didn't the vomiting tell you something? Well if it didn't, it meant I loved you and I still do. After thinking that, the barf came on cue only it landed on the floor instead of on Wendy. Sighing, Stan put all the pictures together and stretched the rubber band over them. He placed the box back under his bed and looked up.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, hopping off his bed, "Jennifer Lopez?!"
It wasn't the real J Lo, it was the doll they had recently blown up. The doll was perfectly intact, like Stan and Kyle had never touched her.
"Okay, get out of here! This must be a trick of Shelley's! Well I'm not gonna fucking fall for it!"
"Wait Stan, I can help you."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Kenny?"
"Yeah?" the boy in the orange parka replied.
"Can you ask the Marshes for a little powdered sugar? I want my boys to have something sweet once in a while." Mrs. McCormick asked him.
Kenny nodded, "Sure mom."
He left the little run-down shack and crossed the railroad tracks to Stan's house. He knocked lightly on the door, hoping someone should hear it. The door opened quickly, reavealing Mrs. Marsh.
"Well, hello Kenny. You need some more leftovers?" she asked, letting him in.
He shook his head, "Not today, I just need some powdered sugar for my mom."
"Oh alright, stay right here and I'll get some for you." Sharon smiled, leaving Kenny in the living room, "You can up to Stan's room if you want."
"Okay."
Kenny walked up stairs to his friends room, the one with the bluish-green flag with the name Stan written on it. Just before he knocked on the door, Kenny heard Stan talking.
"Okay, get out of here! This must be a trick of Shelley's! Well I'm not gonna fucking fall for it!"
There was a pause, then Stan burst out, "Jesus Christ!"
Kenny heard Stan's mom coming, so Kenny quickly rushed to meet her.
"Kenny? Did you talk to Stanley?" she asked, handing him the sugar.
Kenny looked for an excuse, "Uhhh... he's sleeping. Thanks for the sugar! Bye!"
Kenny ran out the door, thinking about the story he'd have for Cartman and if he could get food off of it. He would make a deal with Cartman, yeah that would be good! Kenny crossed the railroad tracks and raced inside his crappy, run-down house.
Well, that's chapter 2! Please R&R again! Chapter 3 is well underway! Stay tuned to see if Kenny will tell Cartman, what Cartman will do, and why the hell Jennifer Lopez is in Stan's room.