Chapter 7: Gee, I Wonder Why They Got Picked

It was a bright Monday Morning and the four boys were standing at the bus stop; waiting for the school bus to pick them up just as normal on any other school day.

"Listen guys…" Stan began to speak; at which the other three looked towards him. "…let's promise not to mention that thing regarding Marcus' dad. We don't want him going off on that whole getting upset and shocked thing again."

"Yeh that's true." Kenny replied.

"Alright, look, here comes Marcus now."

The four boys returned to their usual silent style; watching Marcus as he walked up to them and stood right next to them. However this time, unlike all the other previous days, Marcus was yelling on his mobile phone to someone, as he was walking.

"Listen you f---ing bunch of f---ing twats. Don't you f---ing tell me what I can and can not do. Unlike you f---ers, I HAVE a social life and that's not going to be controlled by a bunch of cocky-mouthed arse-licking f---ing p----s like you. YOU GOT THAT? I'm doing this my way and if you don't like it, well you can just F---…OFF!" Marcus pressed hard down on the end call button and immediately chucked his phone a great distance into the nearby snow-covered fields. But before it could hit the ground, Marcus picked up a small stone, threw it and caused it to hit his phone which was still flying through the air. The collision caused the phone to smash into pieces which all landed hard on the white snowy plains of the field.

Marcus took a deep breath and picked his small college bag back up; putting it over his right shoulder and taking a deep breath. He looked to his right to see the four boys all looking up at him with huge faces of shock and confusion.

"What? Have I got sumin on my face?" Marcus was oddly enough confused by why the boys were staring at him with confused looks on their faces. Suddenly he realised.

"Oh s---, did I just say all that out load...OH SUGAR!"

Before anybody could say anything, the bus arrived just in time. Marcus along with the four boys walked on and sat down on their seats. Marcus rubbed his head in sheer embarrassment; knowing that his shouting left him with egg completely on his face.

About ten to fifteen minutes later, the four boys had made their way to their classroom and had already sat down.

"I wonder what all that shouting was about from before." Kyle spoke.

"It was probably just some people at Marcus' college, you know what they're like; they can be fags at times." Stan replied.

As soon as Marcus had entered and had taken his seat in the front far corner of the room, Mrs. Garrison walked in.

"OK children, now before we start our history lesson today, Marcus has a got surprise announcement to make, Marcus?"

Marcus stood up and began speaking.

"Errrrrrr…ahem…yeh. Now as all you may know, I'm expected to return to England by Wednesday since your President ordered all us Brits to return to our own country. HOWEVER……my college have rang me up this morning and said that my Child Psychology course here hasn't finished yet……"

"So it was his college who rang him up on his phone then." Stan whispered to the other three.

……so in order for me to complete it and gather enough information for my write-up and exam, they've asked me to bring back four kids from THIS CLASS to spend two weeks at home in London. Think of it as a holiday………but not a holiday, if you know what I mean."

"London? You mean THE capital of England?" Kyle asked in a shocked voice.

"That's right. You'll have time to have a look round London and visit all its major sites and attractions yada yada yada, but the most important thing about it all, is that I'll be asking more questions relating to my college course to the four who get picked."

"OK children, now Marcus has wrote down all your names on separate pieces of paper and placed them all in this hat. Whoever's names he pulls out will go to London for two weeks…………and yes, miss two weeks worth of school (like any of you would give a crap)."

Mrs. Garrison held out the hat and Marcus put his hand inside the hat. However, unaware to everybody else, Marcus had only written down the names of the four boys and put their names in the hat.

Marcus pulled out the first name.

"OK, the first person going to London is………Eric Cartman."

Cartman jumped up in joy.

"ALRIGHT! NO SCHOOL FOR TWO WEEKS. SUUUUUPER SWEET!"

The second name was drawn out.

"The second person is……Kyle Brovlowski."

"AH CRUD!" Kyle shouted.

"What's wrong Kyle? I thought you said you always wanted to go to London?" Stan asked.

"Yeh, but not with fat-ass going as well."

"Oh, TOO BAD KYLE! Looks like I'll be going to London with you as well. HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Cartman spoke; trying to rub salt in the wound as much as he possibly could.

"The third one will be………Stan Marsh."

"Alright!"

"Sweet dude."

"OH, GOD DAM IT!" Cartman was the least pleased of the three boys.

"And finally, the forth and final person going to London is……Kenny McCormick."

Stan and Kyle were slightly shocked by that.

"Oh my god! He picked Kenny!"

"Errrrrr………you non-bastard!"

"KYLE! Watch your language!"

"Sorry Mr. Garrison, I just had the urge to say it."

"Yeh, just like all you Jews had the urge to kill Jesus!" Cartman replied; thinking he was smart in saying that.

"Shut up fat-ass!"

A few hours later, Marcus was back outside; sitting on one of the playground's benches once more. With his laptop on his knee, he was reading through all the plane flight information one final time; whilst listening to some indie music with his headphones connected.

Marcus looked to his side and noticed the four boys standing there; staring at him and ready to speak.

"Didn't see you there. You guys alright!"

"Yeh, we're cool." Stan calmly spoke with his hands in his jacket pockets.

Marcus closed his laptop. "So, you boys looking forward to going to London for two weeks."

"Totally!" Cartman relied with a huge grin on his face. "No school and no grown-ups for two weeks. OH MAN, this is gunna be AWESOME!"

"Hey, but remember, this isn't a holiday…….well it is, but well it isn't. You four are going to be asked a hell of a lot of questions by me regarding my college course so there's a serious side to this trip as well the holiday side. OK?"

"Yeh, that's cool." Stan replied; again in a calm mood.

"Hey, Marcus…" Kyle began speaking.

"Yeh, what is it Kyle?"

"…what's London like; not just as a city, but as a…well…place?"

"Hmmmmmm, well to be truthful, it's a great place. Apart from the ridiculous amount of different cultures and amount of asylum seekers who live in the city, it's a great place. But it's much bigger than South Park, by a long shot. But I'm sure that once you get there, you'll love it."

"Cool!"

Marcus looked at his watch.

"Right, I have to be going back home now. I've got a lot of packing to do. I suggest once you get home, you boys pack your bags as well. The plane to London leaves WEDNESDAY NIGHT so you haven't got much time."

"Oh don't worry about us Marcus…" Cartman began speaking "……especially Kenny, he's poor anyway, he's probably got nothing to pack anyway."

"Stop mocking the fact that I'm poor fat-ass!" Kenny yelled with an angered look on his face.

"Don't call me fat Kenny!"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH boys! Let's not fight!"

Ending the conversation on a positive note, Marcus walked off and returned back to his house. A few minutes later inside his home, Marcus placed his bag and laptop on the couch and turned on the TV; walking straight into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. The TV automatically turned onto the news channel. Marcus' downstairs telly was set to receiving British television so Marcus felt at home listening to channels that he would watch back home.

"This is BBC News 24; the news that still thinks that The Rockafella Skank is a breakfast cereal……Breaking news this hour as the Prime Minister addresses the nation regarding the continuing feud between Great Britain and America regarding the discovery of the British spy satellite just outside of South Park, Colorado."

Marcus walked through; eating an apple and looking straight at the TV which changed to showing the Prime Minister addressing the nation with his fists clenched.

"People of…Great Britain……We…are still continuing…in discussions with America over the discovery of one of our satellites……As a Prime Minister who is not afraid to say 'HA HA HA HA HA HA, I lied to you; NA NA NA NA NA'……I can confidently say to this country……that we will not simply just roll over……and allow America to boss us around like the fat sods that they are……And so, on Thursday Morning……I will be giving another speech to you all……regarding how I am going to tackle this problem…We will not just surrender this problem to America just because they are bigger than us…because…this time……it's personal."

"The Prime Minister there; addressing the nation not too long ago. Well many famous celebrities have been giving us there views on the situation regarding Britain and America. One in particular is of British singer; James Blunt-Pencil."

"OH JESUS CHRIST. Not that guy!" Marcus spoke in a very disappointed and annoyed manner.

James Blunt-Pencil appeared on-screen and began speaking; singing all the words that he said.

"It's so un-beautiful! It's so un-beautiful! It's so un-beautiful; it's true.

I saw the face…of those bastard Americans.

And I don't know how…toooo sing! I will never talk norrrrrmal!"

"Errrrr, Mr. Blunt-Pencil, why are you singing like a little girl?"

"I just don't know! I just don't know! I just don't know, it's true.

I just like to talk about myself………and the bitch that I also talk about in my songs.

If you don't like it……you can just piss off!

Coz I was once in the army…aren't I clever?

Say……has anybody mentioned that YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! You're beautiful……IT'S TRUE!"

"Errrrr, thank you Mr. Blunt-Pencil, I'm going to have to go now!"

"GOODBYE MY LOVER!"

Marcus turned off the telly.

"God that Blunt guy really pisses me off! But gee, I can't believe this whole feud between the UK and US is still going on. How the hell are they going to sort all this out." He continued; walking around the room still with an apple in his hand.

The hours passed and the sun was setting on the horizon in South Park. Marcus was sat down by a dining table in another room; eating his late evening lunch. He looked up and sighed at the fact that he was the only one in the entire house.

"God, it's so boring here by myself. I need to raise the atmosphere a little." Marcus thought to himself; finishing the last bits of food on his plate. Marcus smiled and came up with a killer idea to make himself happy again.

A few minutes later, Marcus was having the time of his life; dancing and miming the lyrics to some of his favourite dance and British indie tunes. He didn't care how daft he looked; he was loving every minute of it. However, it all came to a quick end when a phone in his house began to ring. Turning off the stereo, he moved towards the black phone rather than the normal red phone and picked it up.

"Who is it?" Marcus spoke in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Agent C here. Sorry to call you at this time of night. I was just ringing to assure that you've been successful in completing the next phase of the mission."

"Yes, I told them they're going to London. We should be in London by about 8am your time Thursday morning."

"Good. Everything is going according to plan. Once you land at Heathrow or whatever that airport is called, you'll need to take yourself as well as the four subject targets to the red dot on a map which we've sent to your laptop."

"Oh no! No no no! I'm sick of these demands and commands. Once I touch down on British soil, we're doing this my way."

"You've still got orders to follow Kane-Bridge. Those four boys need to be secure and under protection."

"And they will be as long as I'm around. Don't you realise if you start coming in all guns and big suits blazing, they'll start getting suspicious on what the hell's going on?"

"Don't worry about it Kane-Bridge……"

"Don't worry! I could lose not only their trust in me, but also my friendship with them. They're smart lads, well…3 of them at least."

"Just make sure you watch them at all times. We can't afford to fail at this stage…"

The phone call ended and Marcus slowly put the phone back on its black stand.

Suddenly, the red phone began to ring and Marcus picked that phone up.

"Hello!"

"Hey, Marcus, it's me."

"Oh hey Stan, what's up!"

"Well, I got a bit of a problem regarding going to London."

"Really……" Suddenly, Marcus heard a beep on his phone. "Oh hang on Stan, I've got another call." Marcus looked at his phone and pressed a button. "Hello!"

"Hey, Marcus."

"Oh Kyle, it's you."

"Hey dude, I've got a bit of problem with going to London."

"What, you too?"

"You too! What do you mean you too?"

"It's just Stan's rang me up saying he's got a problem as well, hang on, I'll put him on as well." Marcus looked at his phone again. "Oh dam, which button is it again. Stupid American technology! Ah, there it is! Hello? You two there!"

"Yeh, we're here dude."

A beep was heard on Marcus' phone. He immediately knew what it was and he pressed a button on the phone. Cartman and Kenny joined in the conversations so now all five lads were talking.

"God, all four of you have a problem going to London?"

"Yeh."

"Yeh."

"Yeh!"

"Well not me…" Cartman spoke. "I just rang up just so that I could be part of the conversation."

"Cartman……that is so stupid!"

"Shut up Kyle. I'll kick yer' f---ing Jew head right off if yer' don't shut up."

Another beep was heard. "GOD DAM IT! Hang on lads." Marcus pressed another button on the phone.

"HELLO! YOU HAVE WON OUR 1 MILLION DOLLAR PRIZE!"

"F--- Off, I don't like you!" Marcus resumed his conversation with the four boys.

"Right guys; listen up, Stan I want you to say what your problem is. Kyle, Kenny, if it's the same problem, stay silent, if not, well……just say what it is then. OK, Stan…go!"

"I asked my parents if I could go to London and they said I couldn't because they said they didn't ant me going there."

There was a moment of silence.

"WHAT? They won't let any of you three go!"

"Well it looks like I'm the only one who's going to London then. Well screw you guys, I'm going to enjoy this so much and make you all super jealous. HA HA HA!"

"Now hold on there, I'm sure I'll be able to reason with all your parents if I get a chance to talk to them tomorrow, alright."

"Really? Thanks a lot of dude."

"OH GOD DAM IT!"

"Alright, that's that settled. I'll see you four tomorrow at school. Later!"

Marcus put the phone down and sat down on his couch.

"Why on Earth would they not let them go? Are they mad? I need to pass this college course! Oh wait……I'm not in college anymore……………F---ing MI6!"

Marcus ran upstairs to begin packing his bag and also pack away any other things left upstairs that weren't already packed.