Chapter 9: London Waits

"COME ON! COME ON!" Marcus shouted at his telly back home. He was watching the highlights to a football match on telly and Marcus was screaming on his home town Middlesbrough in full support like he always does. He was a die hard football fanatic and he was desperate to see his team win. He hadn't seen any of his team's matches for quite a while.

Marcus gripped onto the edges of his seat as the tension built up in the match.

"Oh now here's Jones coming down on the left hand side…" The commentator was speaking on the telly. "He crosses it into the box and there's……GREENWICH!"

Marcus jumped up and yelled at the top of his voice in utter delight and celebration.

"Middlesbrough take the lead here against Manchester United with only 4 minutes of normal time to be played! The Riverside Stadium is absolutely rocking! And Chris Greenwich scores his 6th goal of the season to take Middlesbrough into a 3-2 lead here!" The screen changed to a huge screenshot of thousands of fans jumping up and down in delight and celebration.

A few minutes later, Marcus was sat back down taking a huge breath as he had finished watching an unbelievable game of football. He had already placed all his bags, belongings and other minor things next to the door and he was ready to go. All was needed now, was the four boys to arrive and they were all off to London.

But something in the back of Marcus' mind was causing him to worry about something. Marcus knew something bad would happen. He didn't know why, but he had a tiny feeling in his mind that said to him everything wouldn't turn out as it should be. But before Marcus could think anymore about this there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, Marcus stood to the sight of the two MI6 officials from before.

"You ready to go!"

"Go!...It's only 8 o clock, the flights not until…" He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. "…11.30. We don't need to go now!"

"We do. This is an international continent flight. You need to check in at the airport 3 hours in advance of the flight remember."

"Oh yeh….DAM IT!" He sighed. "OK then, let's go. But don't you f---ing dare say anything about this mission in front of them ok?"

"Oh, we won't." The two officials laughed under their breath.

"Hey I'm serious here!"

"……Oh, you are!"

The two officials began helping carry Marcus' bags into the boot of the car. With that done, the twoofficials got into the front seats of the huge vehicle. With one small bag over his shoulder, Marcus slid the sliding door open and jumped in; sitting down on the only empty seat left in the vehicle.

"Alright guys, you ready!" Marcus turned his body round to talk the four boys.

"Sure dude, whatever." Stan replied. "Say Marcus, when's the actual flight?"

Marcus showed a sign of fear. He knew what the boys' reactions were going to be when he said it."Errrrr, it's 11.30."

"WHAT?"

"OH SON OF A BITCH!" Cartman shouted.

"Hey but don't worry. We're flying business class anyway. So the journey there's going to be so much cooler than an ordinary flight."

"I guess that's pretty cool." Kyle spoke.

"Yeh, besides, we'll probably be sleeping the whole flight there so the time'll fly by." Stan spoke.

At which point, the huge vehicle drove off into the night and off to South Park Airport.

Four long and very dark hours later, the five lads were on the plane; having just took off and now flying in the higher area of the sky. The five lads were all sat in the middle section of the seating area of the plane. They all had a larger area of space to themselves since it was business class that they were flying in. Marcus was busy writing and reading some word documents on his laptops; listening to his MP3 walkman as he did so. Kenny and Cartman were listening to some crappy airline music since there was nothing else to do while Stan and Kyle were both reading the same airline magazine that was placed in the seat glove in front of them.

"Dude, airline TV sucks ass!" Stan spoke.

"Totally, it sucks ass big time!" Kyle replied.

"I mean, who wants to watch all this crap for six f---ing hours. And the movie totally sucks as well."

"Don't worry Stan; we're only going to be on this flight for another……" Kyle looked at his watch. "……5 hours and 28 minutes."

"God dam it!"

Suddenly, one of the members of the cabin crew came walking by.

"Hello there boys, would you like something to drink?"

Stan looked at the woman in his usual neutral tone look. "Yeh, can I just have a drink of water."

"OK, here you go!" She replied in a cabin crew's usual happy smiley voice. Stan took a sip from the small cup of water given to him. "Great, that'll be three dollars fifty please."

"WHAT? You're charging three f---ing dollars fifty just for a small cup of water?"

"Sorry kid, you already took a sip, now you have to pay for it."

"OH GOD DAM IT!" Stan leaned over to get Marcus' attention. Marcus paused his walkman and took out his headphones. "Marcus, this woman's charging me over three bucks just for taking a f---ing sip out of this cup of water. I haven't got any money, so could you pay for it!"

"What!" Marcus looked at the woman. "You're charging him that much just for a bloody sip. That's ridiculous."

"Sorry sir. Airplane policy rules."

"Why don't yer' go and shove yer' policy up yer' arse bitch!" Marcus muttered under his voice quietly as he reached inside his pocket for a few dollar notes.

With that out of the way, Marcus put his headphones back in his ears and continued his work on his laptop. But yet another woman came up to the boys and started talking.

"HELLO THERE BOYS!"

"Errrrr, hello." Stan spoke in his neutral toned voice again.

"Would you boys like to go and see the front of the plane where all the BIG buttons and controls are!"

"No thank you."

"Oh but they've got ALL THE CRAZY buttons and thingy ma jiggies in there."

"NO, we don't want to go and see all the stupid buttons."

"Well can I interest in anything to eat then!"

"No, we don't want anything to f---ing eat. You overcharge us and the plane food sucks. Now leave us alone!"

"OK then, thank you for flying with us anyway. We wish you an enjoyable flight tonight!" The woman walked still with a huge fake smile on her face.

"BITCH" Kyle quickly spoke as he put some headphones on and switched his seat telly onto one of the good 10 or so channels.

Cartman was already getting bored and decided to annoy Marcus just for some slight fun.

"Hey Marcus, are we there yet?"

"Nope." Marcus quickly replied; still looking at his laptop.

"…Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No"

"Are we there yet?"

"No!"

"Are we there yet?"

"No!"

"Are we there yet?"

"NO CARTMAN! We're not going to be there until another 5 or so hours. Just have some patience Listen to some music or watch some crap airplane telly."

Kenny on the other hand was the only one of the five lads who was enjoying this the most. Unaware to anyone, Kenny had secretly snuck in a porn magazine into his bag which he was reading at the moment. Kenny knew the only thing that could keep him entertained for that length of time was magazines of that nature.

A little beep sounded in the plane and all five boys looked overhead at the red text lights.

"The captain has now turned off the fasten seat belt signs. So now you can all unfasten your belts and go waste your time in the toilets for no apparent reason." An overhead voice spoke; at which all five lads unfastened their belts and took off their jackets and hats. The airplane was so warm that the boys were getting quite hot from wearing such thick clothes and they were glad to finally get rid of wearing their jackets on the flight.

Another beep was heard.

"The captain has now turned off the no acting like a bunch of twats signs."

"OH THANK F---ING GOD FOR THAT!" An annoying and grumpy twat behind the five boys began to speak. "I was getting f---ing annoyed with this plane because of that! God I wish they'd serve some food quick! I hope they DO realise I need food to eat y'know! I'm not a f---ing plant!"

"I wish they hadn't turned that light off now." Marcus spoke

"Yeh that guy's starting to piss me off slightly." Stan replied; putting his headphones back in his ears to listen to some music.

"You guys! You guys!" Cartman shouted; nudging the guys to his left and right.

"What Cartman?" Kyle asked

"Do y'know what'll be SO FUNNY to do right now!"

"Throw you out of the plane and watch you fall into the ocean like a rock." Kyle replied; at which the four boys laughed.

"No asshole! I just had a great idea of a prank to play in this plane."

"……..What?" Stan asked in his usual monotone voice.

"We should………flush all the toilet paper in the toilet room down the toilet and watch it all go out of the plane on these TVs. It'll be so f---ing funny!" Cartman started to laugh by myself.

"That is so stupid Cartman!" Kyle replied; showing an annoyed look on his face.

"Oh whatever yer' f---ing Jew I'm gunna go do it anyway!" Cartman pushed his way past Kenny and made his way to the small toilet room; laughing softly as he did so.

Marcus took off his headphones.

"D'yer think he'll do it?" Marcus asked.

"Based on what Cartman does…….I'll say yes." Kyle replied.

"D'yer think he'll get busted for it?"

"Based on what Cartman does…….I'll say yes."

"Will you care about what happens to him if he does get found out?" Marcus said in a joke-like manner.

"Based on what Cartman does…….DEFINATELY NOT."

"How did I know you were going to say that?"

Cartman rushed back to his seat and laughed as he sat back down. Realising that Cartman had already changed the channel on his seat TV to one of the outside cameras on the plane, the other boys did the same. And so it happened as they watched sheet upon sheet upon sheet upon sheet of toilet paper fly out of one of the hols on the underside of the plane. It was dark outside but the boys could just see the toilet paper fly out of the open hole.

Cartman's mouth was flooded with laughs.

"Cartman, you are in deep s--- when they find out what you've done."

"DEEP SHIT! AH HA HA HA!" Cartman continued to laugh.

A few more hours passed on the flight.

The five boys were now eating their 'evening' plane meal while watching a British-made film. Marcus seemed to be the only one out of the five of them who really knew what was going on in the storyline, but I guess that was the evidence of an American and British divide through TV and films. Having just finished eating their plane crap (ooops I meant meal) of meat and vegetables with a small dessert, they all switched to different channels to watch different things. Stan and Kyle watched some typical American entertainment programme, Cartman was watching cartoons, Marcus was enjoying watching an old World War 2 documentary while Kenny on the other hand was loving watching a XXX rated channel. How and why that channel was on airplane telly was very confusing but Kenny seemed to be really enjoying himself here.

Suddenly Cartman started to feel really sick in his stomach; desperately needing to go to the toilet immediately. Rushing to the same toilet room he went to before, Stan and Kyle looked at one another.

"I wonder what he's going to use now."

"Should we care dude? It's his own fault; he got himself into this mess."

Cartman desperately looked around to find something reasonable to use, but there was nothing. Like Marcus said, he was in deep s--- literally. Worried and near desperate, he used his last resort idea. A few minutes later, he walked back to his seat with a slight sign of worry on his face. Stan and Kyle looked at him with staring faces of confusion.

"WHAT THE F--- ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Cartman yelled in an annoyed state of fashion.

"OH MY GOD, WHO SMEARED CRAP ALL OVER THE MIRRORS AND THE CUBOARDS IN HERE!" Some random guy shouted in shock. All four boys looked at Cartman with annoyed looks on their faces. Cartman stared straight forward and hid himself under a blanket cover he picked up from under his seat.

Even more hours later, the time now, was 5.45am (American Time) and all five boys had fallen to sleep. But they were all eventually woken up by the huge bump of the plane's wheels touching down on solid ground. Scratching their heads as they opened their eyes, they looked to their sides to view what was outside the plane through the side windows.

And finally, after more than 6 hours in the air, the four boys finally saw their first ever small shots of British land. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny were now in London, England.

"Well boys, we're in Britain now." Marcus spoke with a slight smile on his face. "I'm finally back home; back where I live."

A few more minutes later, the five lads walked into the main luggage collection area of the airport where they were to pick up their luggage bags out of those fun conveyor belt things.

"Hey dude, what's the time now?" Stan asked Kyle.

"Errrrrrr, I think it's six in the morning."

"Six! Jesus Christ, I never thought England was this bright at this time in the morning!"

"It's not that time guys. It's actually six hours ahead of what it says o yer' watch." Marcus spoke.

"What! You mean it's…" Kyle worked out the time with his fingers. "…..Twelve PM? How come!"

"Coz' here in Britain we're always six hours ahead of America. That's just how the world works."

"Oh, right."

"Anyway, come on guys, we better go and get a trolley and wait for our bags to appear."

"OH SWEET! I love these moving conveyor things. I'm gunna go and ride all the way down it. IT'S SO SWEET AND FUN!" Cartman spoke in delight.

"Cartman, that is so stupid!" Kyle replied as all five boys made their way to the conveyor belt.

"Hey don't tell me what to do Jew. I'LL DO WHAT I WANT!"

The conveyor belt started just as Marcus and the boys managed to squeeze through the tightly packed group of people to get up right in front of the moving conveyor belt.

And so begins the next section of this story. The rules have changed and the atmosphere is different. For Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny, staying within Britain and realising the major difference in society and culture, begins here!