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.

Howdy-do-Dee, fellers!

Sorry it's been a very long time! The damn internet was cut out in my area, so this chapter took a while to get on the net. I'm also moving soon, so I may be offline for about two to even four weeks. But that may be a few chapters time… What a bitch…

Anyway, I'll probably start replying to your reviews, good or bad (most likely bad) since I'm not getting many in due to the rating, witch, under these circumstances, will be getting altered. I'll keep on writing anyways even if I don't get TWO Reviews!

I had a blast playing around with the online translator while making this story. I'm not quite sure how accurate these things are, so bear with me! It wouldn't have been possible for me to write 'Soy un pescado feo que tiene gusto del tacos' without it! I'm in the Mexican mood right now, so I hope I don't offend anyone.

Well, I hope I get better at writing stories, because I really want to hear your thoughts on this! Tee-hee! Time to make some sweet story…

-Jessica

Oh god, I need nachos!

"You Guys, seriously!"

Wait, that's not right…

"You guys, you guys! Seriouslayh!"

That's more like it!

Eric Cartman waited eagerly inside his small, yet comforting trailer. It was a wonder why the poor old thing didn't tip over. Not only from Cartman, but from the food he stole from the canteen. Today was the day the teddy bears had their picnic, and that a director from a Soap-opera was coming in to choose four young talented actors to be in the new Broadway musical "Mexican Standoff: Paco's Tale." It was promised to be a huge hit with foreign relatives. Eric sought to portray the part of "Estavan Rodríguez", an overweight janitor. The scrip was altered in a way that all actors could relate well to the parts.

"Tornillo bien usted los individuos, voy a casa!" Cartman declared. He really should have been patching up on his Spanish.

A slow knock came from the door, tapping three times in rhythm. Cartman walked up from his chair to the door of his trailer. "¡Sostenga encendido, yo están viniendo usted pedazo estúpido de mierda! Err… I mean, I'm coming!" He grumbled in a harsh voice.

He opened slightly to reveal a familiar face.

"Cartman, you fat pig! The director's almost here and you aren't even ready."

The boy said. It was his childhood friend and co-worker Kyle Broflovski. He was the one assigned to take Cartman to see the director. Kyle was playing the role of the Yiddish speaking Mexican lawyer, Torahueiz. As much as he didn't want to be that role, it was the only part that the director claimed which was 'fit for a Catholic-Rabbi'.

"I'm ready, you friggin' Jew! I was just practicing my lines, that's all!" Cartman snapped. He hated when Kyle was right. So much, so very much…

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Right. By cursing in Spanish? Come on, let's go!" He turned his back to Eric and started pacing off. Cartman was slow to follow. "Hurry up, fat boy! You're slower than a snail on trucker drugs." Kyle teased. He liked pushing his friend's buttons sometimes. That was probably the only way that the two could ever respond to one another. "Don't call me fat, pig fucker! You smell like cows in heat!" And so did the war of the words begin.

Kenny arrived to the studios on the mild Saturday morning supporting his trademark parker. Looking glumly, he dragged himself over to where Ben Dover was lecturing the actors on the big production. Kenny could see all his fellow actors standing and watching the director with eyes wide with anticipation and glee. Tolken, Tweek, Butters, Dog Poo- Even the dreaded Ms. Crabtree. But what really caught his eye that someone wasn't interested in the discussion like the others. It was Stanley Marsh. He just sat in his hefty stout chair with a smug look on his face.

What the hell is he planning now?

"Okay, my brilliant actors and actresses. Today is the big day that we start auditioning for 'Mexican Standoff'! I hope you all have your lines because there is no turning back now!" A loud roar of praise entered the room followed by a sea of babble. Ben stood smiling at his remark. He wanted this play to be all his and no one else's. This was the chance that he would be put on the map. Forever known as 'Ben Dover: A Whole in History.'

Kenny wasn't paying any attention to the announcement Dover did, nor the continuing readings of the phrase 'Cierre fucking su cara, Uncle-Fucka.' or 'No, Gatito. Ésa es mi empanada del pud.'… He was more interested in finding out what Stan Marsh was conjuring up. Stan was eying off Kenny as he walked towards him.

"Look who finally decided to come out from the shadows! How are things for you Kenny?" Stan asked sarcastically, with the same smug look on his face.

"Cut the shit, okay, Marsh? What the hell are you up to?" Kenny snapped, un-intimidated.

"What ever do you mean my dear pal?" Snickered Stan.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Marsh. Why the hell are you here and not practicing and dancing around like a pussy like you normally do on stage with the rest of the cast?"

Stan let out a sinister chuckle. "I just needed a break for a little while… Is that okay in your books?"

Kenny wasn't at all impressed with Stan's obvious sarcasm. He stared at him and then let out a sigh. "Oh, I get it. You slept with the director again so you could get the lead role..? How typical." The smile that was on Stan's face was wiped clean of, as if to say…How did you know that!

"Looks like we got ourselves a comedian in the ranks! Well, smart-ass, if it's any consultation to you, I paid off the director so he would give me the role of Paco!"

Kenny's jaw dropped to the floor. Both Stan and Kenny had been conflicting as to who would win the lead role of Paco. Kenny wanted the role so he could get noticed in this dump and be free to live a better life. As for Stan, It was always a symbol of Authoritah to be better than the little guy. His mission was to make life a living hell for Kenny. And, sadly, it was working.

"How..? How did you..! Wha..?" Kenny stumbled over his own words. He could never get a break with this guy!

"I'll take that as a 'good luck' wish. Ha! Bye, Dip-shit!" Stan smugly grinned at his opponent, and strode off towards his friends, or 'pose', Kyle and Eric, who were still arguing about whose metaphor was better. Kenny was so mad at Marsh. He just wanted to go over to him and knock his lights out. He saw red every time Stan walked within ten yards of him.

He remembered the wise words that Butters told him. They don't care about him here. All they want is…Marsh…

Kenny quickly snapped out from his concentration to hear Ben Dover make a big declaration. "Listen up, people! A talent scout will be arriving with the director, so I want everyone to brush up on there acting and speech!"

A TALENT SCOUT!

This is what Kenny had hopped for ever since he got here. A talent scout he thought.

A chance to shine, to show these people what I'm really made of.

Yes you can Kenny! You can show everyone that you are made of the good reviews people leave to this story. And if they don't review, you will turn into foam!

Well, there is chapter 3 for you. I wanted this one to be longer than in predecessors, but not much luck for me! Ha!

On a side note, Instead of getting nachos, I got Doritos with salsa dip.

Chapter 4: Right-e-o then… Coming soon!