The scene is in front of Kenny's house; a little boy is in front of the house. The little boy looks like Kenny, but is much younger, summer vacation is almost over and Kenny is about to start pre-school.

Kenny is playing in the street alone; none of the kids want to play with a poor kid from the ghetto. Kenny is playing with some rocks when… POW… a ball hits him on top of his head.

" HEY!" a young raspy voice yells, " Hey can you give me back my ball?" said a young looking boy

" Uh…Okay." Kenny was trying to collect himself from the hit

" Hey kid I haven't seen your face around town, what's your name?"

" Kenny."

" Hey you want to play ball with me Kenny?"

" Uh, you want me to play with you?"

" Yeah, my two asshole friends Stan and Kyle are off celebrating Kyle's new baby brother or something."

" But I'm poor."

" Yeah I can tell from the piece of crap you apparently call a house over there."

" Yeah sure I'll play."

Just then Kenny's mother came out saying, "Kenny come in, we have to go down to the homeless shelter and try and steal some dinner or else nothing to eat again."

" Mommm!" Kenny said, he was embarrassed to for the boy to hear this

" What?"

Kenny gestured his hand to the young boy, showing her he did not want to let him know he ripped off homeless people.

" Oh well maybe your little friend will want to help out." said his mom

" Damn your family is poor." said the boy

" Yeah." Kenny said shamefully

" Poor piece of crap."

" Sorry."

" Well I'll help out."

" What! Really, you will!" Kenny said shocked at the boy's statement

" Yeah, ripping off homeless people is hella cool."

" Okay, hey what is your name?"

" Eric, Eric Cartman."

The scene is now to in front of Cartman's house the boys are now back to being 9 year olds again. Cartman is about to drive off to the airport to fly a plane to Ney York. The boys are there to say goodbye.

" Well guys I'm off, maybe are roads will cross paths again someday." said Cartman

" With your fat ass that's very likely." said Kyle

" Shut your fuc!in god damn Jew mouth."

" Don't belittle my people you fat fuc!"

" Dudes, stop! We're suppose to say goodbye, not kill each other, god." Stan said agitated

Kenny came to the group.

" Oh hi Kenny." the three said in unison

" Hi guys. What's going on?" said Kenny

The boys looked at one another with a look of confusion on their faces.

" Dude, Cartmans moving. Don't you remember." said Stan in a concerned tone

" Yeah this is supposed to be the happiest day in our lives." said Kyle

" Hey screw you guys." said Cartman

" That's today, but it can't be!" Kenny said horrified

" Come on poopykins its time to go." said Liane

"Okay mom." said Cartman

" See yah later fat ass." said Stan and Kyle together

" See you assholes later, bye Kenny." Cartman said as he got into the car

The car started moving, Kenny walked up to the car wanting it to stop.

" Wait Eric you can't leave yet!" Kenny sounded desperate

The car drives away and disappears under the horizon.

" Wait, come…back… I didn't get to say goodbye." Kenny was all alone, Stan and Kyle left already, he was alone, he felt alone, his best friend just left.

" Eric…" and just like that Kenny started crying.

The scene is Kenny's room.

Kenny woke up from his dream feeling so sad inside.

" What the hell was that all about?" Kenny said sitting up in his bed. He felt like his face was wet.

" Oh fuc!" Kenny wiped the tears from his eyes realizing he was still crying from his dream.

Why did he care, it was Cartman, Cartman. Was he really going to miss Cartman that much. Cartman was a jerk, but he was still his best friend, his first friend, the first to not care he was poor, although he still made fun of him for it. ( He makes fun of us all the time) Kenny thought ( but then again, we make fun of him just as much for being fat). He was confused, he didn't want Cartman to go, leave forever.

" Oh god damn it." Kenny said out loud

(Who can I talk to?) He though to himself, not the guys they'll make fun of him and call him a pussy, not Eric he'll just do the same and probably worst, maybe Chef can help him.

" I'll talk to him tomorrow."

He tucked himself in and tried to go back to sleep, but he was still crying.