Disclaimer- I do not own "South Park", this is soul property of "Comedy Central". I do, however, own any characters I make up along the way and not mentioned in the show at anytime. I also do not own any material products mentioned in the story… Eg: 'Mercury Cougar', 'Kellogg's', 'Whore Dolls'... err... I mean… 'Bratz'… ECT.

Hello Again! Yes, I have decided to do a chapter two to my lacking story…

I wonder what the future will bring for Kenny…Hmm… Well, I pretty much will be doing a chapter every few nights. You guys…seriously Ha-ha!

Anyway... I did not know that the 'asterisks' and 'tilds' did not work on this site, so I'll have to fix that. And some orders of the words were jumbled up, but that's fixed…

Also, the reference to "Philadelphia" Was completely random. I do not know where "South Park" Is actually shot, and Philly was the first place that came to mind. Maybe you can come up with something better. Use your imagination!

So, yeah…

Here is chapter two to "Light, Camera, Kenny!" Hope you enjoy!

-Jessica

Kenny walked out from the big metal doors from the studio and busted out into the suburban world known as Philadelphia. This was a normal day for him. He would always get yelled at by his director, he would always get laughed at by his fellow actors. And… As always, He looked onto the wide blue sky and sighed.

There is something out there, waiting for me… And I just know I have to find it…

He made his way down the path to the local café Shoppe. He needed his fix, man.

He unexpectedly noticed a car slowly pull up aside him. It was large, crimson polished 1970's Mercury CougarCougarCougarCougar. The tinted window slowly rolled down to reveal two blonde ladies, about 20, maybe 22, smiling with glee and staring with wide eyes at Kenny. A smile quickly made way to his face. This is what made his day…

Fans…

"Why, hello girls!" Kenny grinned. "What Can I do for you two beautiful ladies today?"

The two girls giggled with anticipation. "Hi! Oh… My god! Like, are you the Kenny McCormick from 'South Park'?"

Kenny smiled widely. "Why yes, yes I am! Do you lovely young brauds want me to sign you an autograph?"

They looked at each other and then at Kenny. The smile that was on there faces was quickly wiped away.

"Pfft… Not you, dipshit! Do you know Stan Marsh?"

Kenny slowly melted away "…Yes, I know him… Would you like me to tell him you said hello?"

"Oh…My god! That would be so awesome!" The girls soon became ecstatic again. "It's okay, little man. All you have to do is sit down in the shadow of Stan Marsh and you will get your glory cup one day." The passenger girl teased.

"But... I…" Kenny Stuttered.

"I SAID SIT DOWN!" She then giggled and put on her massive pink sunglasses.

"Bye, Loser!" They both flicked their golden hair in unity, and, like Brian Boitano in the 1996 Olympics, the car quickly revved up and burned away. Amidst the burned rubber, Kenny pulled over his trademark orange parker.

"Phwroar! Did you check out the rack on the chick in the passenger seat?" A voice called out from behind him. Kenny waved the dust away from his eyes and turned to see a familiar face…

"Butters! Don't scare me like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack." Butters smirked at his frightened friend. "Gee, you're a poet and you didn't know it… Maybe you might want to consider taking that up."

"What?" Kenny questioned, lungs still filled with rubber.

Butters, or Leopold if you will, was like Kenny in a way. He too, didn't like the so called 'glamorous life' at South Park. But, unlike his orange counterpart, he always did a good job on set. Why, he could say "Mother-Mary-of-sweet-Jesus-son-of-father-holy-lord-god-father-of-sweet-Jesus-holy-lord- Good golly" faster than Charlie Brown on Snoopy. He was a completely different person off-set.

"You had best be looking for a new job, If you ask me. That shit-hole won't put food on your table." He lit a cigarette. "They don't care about us. All they care about is fucking Marsh-mellow. That pussy! I hear that asshole has 5 condominiums and fucking unlimited resources to clothing, accessories… All that shit. Want a smoke?"

Kenny looked at Butters who had a dirty smile on his face.

"No thanks, dude, I don't smoke" He refused, gently pushing the cigarette away.

"Eh, your funeral…" He tucked it away in his back pocket.

"All I'm saying is that these dick-faced fags don't give a rat's ass about the second-hand actors. Anyway, I'll be seeing you later rug-muncher." He made a small gesture with his hand and strode off the side of the street.

Fuck, he is a weird one!

Kenny continued his path down the road to the café Shoppe. No one noticed along the way that he was the Kenny McCormick from the South Park. They just kept on going with their own business. Maybe what Butters had said was right all along. These people don't care about them. All they want is their Hollywood fancy-pants and their stereotypical characters. Well, they have another thing coming at them.

What did that chick mean by 'In the shadow..?'

Kenny arrived at the counter. It was easy for Kenny to forget about his troubles. All his problems were easily solved with a decaf mocha latte.

Now, WTF kind of ending was that! I mean COME ON! Jesus! I swear to god, I'm losing it! Well, I'm tired and I'm bored… Meh… You came, you suffered.

Keep reviewing! I thrive off good reviews, and flames are used to roast marshmallows. So I don't care as long as you keep reading these shit-house stories. Hehe…

I'll try to include Stan, Kyle, Cartman a little more in the later chapters.

Coming soon... Chapter 3: Uncle-fucka!

Bye!