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.

A/N: Oh? You thought I was gone? I'M NEVER GONE!!

Ahh… Don't you just love it when you get hate mail for saying someone's story is kind of crap? That's happened three times to me now. Oh well, mine's no better I suppose! Kind of funny how someone says "Your story was so bad I didn't even bother to read it."

After I finish writing this story, I have the script for Mexican Standoff: Paco's tale that my two friends and I wrote together that I will be uploading. Short but sweet. But that's only if I get more reviews. They aren't very long, but I will post both the English and Barely-Spanish copies. I've pretty much planned out the whole story (this one), and I think this may last a good, solid 20 chapters. That's if I'm lucky!

I introduce my first EVER Made-up characters (Or ooc, whatever the hell you like to call 'em) in this chapter, who's picture was made on Planearium South Park Studios. I have uploaded their picture on my Deviantart, That and other miscreant abominations that are featured in this ghastly justification for a story.

Well, I should cut down on the rambling and just get to the story! This one is a little longer…

Hope you enjoy! That's if you don't die of boredom first.

-Jessica

Kenny McCormick walked away from his Drama group. As far as they herd, a talent scout was soon to arrive with an important director. But as Kenny saw it, it was his one-way ticket to Hollywood. Stan, meanwhile, continued gossiping like a hormonal school girl with his comrades, Kyle and Eric.

"You hear that, guys? A scout is coming to watch the play!" Stan exclaimed tauntingly cupping his hands together. "Looks as if McCormick has his hopes up there." He slowly smirked towards his companions. "He is a douche-bag! What makes him think he will be actually recognized?" Kyle replied with a similar smirk. "You know what would be the best you guys?" Eric glanced menacingly at his friends. He looked around to make sure that no one was listening in, and then huddled the three amigos together. He leant forward and rubbed his palms together.

"Let's give McCormick a show of our own…"

The three rambled consistently as they plotted young Kenny's 'treat'.

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Kenny, meanwhile, walked over to the vending machine to get a Chocolate Yum-Yum bar. His favorite snack, for a pissed off mood. There was something in the back of his mind that told him he should be somewhere… But right now he didn't bother. He walked up holding his money firmly in his hand. Just as he was about to insert the dollar, a familiar voice rang in Kenny's ear.

"H… H… Hi…. Ken… Kenneth…" stuttered the eerily quirky voice.

"Shut up, Pip." Kenny replied. Pip was always breathing down someone's neck for a little attention. There was even speculation that he was gay, but everyone is gay here. "Sorry sir. Kenneth..? I…I have recently noticed that Master Marsh has been giving you some grief recently. " He whispered. Every beating second, Pip somehow miraculously grew a little bit gayer. "What has that got to do with you?" Kenny questioned. He did not feel like talking to anyone at this moment.

"Well… It's just that I… I really want to help you… I…I…I overheard that Master Marsh and…and his comrades Master Broflovski and Master Cartman are planning something… I…I don't know exactly what… But…But I really do want to help you..."

There was only one word to describe what Kenny was right now: Lethal. He looked as if he was about to detonate on the spot with rage. Stan had always had something rolled up his sleeve to make Kenny a little worse off, and it always worked. Stan just wanted to annoy him for the sheer enjoyment of it. He clenched his fist hard, and, If Pip wasn't nervous enough before, he definantly was now.

"WHAT?!" Kenny snarled loudly. Pip just whimpered back like a little puppy, but he soon regained his normal position. "Well...Well… If it's any consultation, I… I can gather up some of my homeboys to take him to the ghetto and slap his bitch-ass up and bust a cap in that fools head… If… If that is alright with you."

Kenny stood shocked. Pip smiled a bit. "Heh.. For Shizzle my Nizzle." He exclaimed.

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A young girl rested her head on the front of Kenny's trailer. Her ruby red hair glimmered through the slight sunshine, as she let out a huge sigh. Her name was Val Yum. And she was Kenny's longtime girlfriend. She was a little nerdy, but all the other girls were either lesbian or sleeping with Stan and/or Kyle. Kenny and Val had been going out for two years, but they were better friends than they were a couple.

Right now, she was irritated. Kenny was late.

Shaking her head and tapping her foot, she saw Kenny walking with Pip and munching on a Chocolate Yum-Yum Bar. He didn't even notice her until the last moment…

"Kenny! You are late!" She fumed. Her eyes narrowed towards him as he jumped up with fright. Man, could she be scary sometimes! "Val! Why…What are you doing here?" Kenny calmly questioned. Val stomped her foot down hard on the soft, white snow. "Kenny McCormick! You said last week that you would come out for coffee today!" Oops. Kenny often messed up when it came to relationships. "Whoa…" Pip whispered. "The bitch is pissed. Peace out, dawg." Pip hammered his heart twice and gestured towards Kenny. As Pip left, Kenny tried to explain to his furious girl why he was late.

"Val, I am sorry. I got so caught up with work, I completely forgot. Stan and his crew are being complete assholes." Val stared him off with her arms crossed, as if she was looking into his mind. She stood back and let out a huge sigh. "It's always the same, isn't it? You know that this isn't the place for you. Everyday you come out from there complaining more and more about the condition of the place. If you do not act soon, you will just fail." Kenny knew she was right. After all, she was a geek. He looked down on the ground in shame, and his shoes were really dirty. But then he remembered something vital. "Yes!" He shouted "The scout is coming today! There is a talent scout for a new drama is coming to see our auditions!" He grinned wildly at the mere thought of it. Val smiled slightly. "Well, just don't get your hopes up high. If you weren't noticed before, and Stanley was, you may not find what you are looking for." Bloody Val, know-it-all, right again! Then something clicked in his head like a light bulb. "Marsh!" He snarled. Kenny remembered that Stan had planned something to do to him in the auditions. "I'm sorry baby, but I have to go." He quickly stated. Val cocked her eyebrow and had her hands on her hips, but she was easily put out of her place when Kenny kissed her cheek and ran off. "Be back soon!"

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Ben Dover stood outside of the acting studio. As the actors were rehearsing their auditions, Ben eagerly awaited this new director's, and more importantly, the scout's arrival. He checked his watch carefully. "Five to Four… Come on, where are you?" he growled impatiently, tapping his foot on the asphalt. Ben looked up and down the streets, but nothing could be seen for miles. This was it; his dreams could become a reality. His life work would be preserved in a wax museum.

Not really, but you get the idea!

He moaned. Nothing moved for the next 12 minutes. Ben sighed, disappointed, and started to lug his feet to the door.

Suddenly, as if from out of the blue, a long, black, stretch limo appeared on the horizon. It moved so gracefully, it looked like it was floating on the blacktop. Ben squealed with anticipation. 25 minutes of waiting was worth it! He danced on the spot, looking rather stupid, of course.

The vehicle pulled up beside him slowly. It was really hard to contain his excitement. He needed to keep a cool persona, or else it would cost him… BIG! The window rolled down, and a collected voice spoke. "Ben Dover, I presume." It told. The voice so eerie and nerve-racking! Ben could hardly move, if the cold frost hadn't got to him, he would have only be frozen with fear. "YES!" He squeaked in a girlish tone. Before realizing, the figure stepped out from the long vehicle, and kept a cool composure. "I can tell you are extremely exited, Mr. Dover." It informed.

"I am the talent scout. I am here to analyze you premises for potential aptitudes. And, if you do an adequate job yourself, you also will be noted." They narrowly told. Ben's knees buckled. This was it! He thought. I'm going to make it! Mamma will be so proud! He shook his head, averting from his deep concentration. "Uh… Yes! Welcome to our studios. May I escort you inside?" He politely offered, gesturing away. The character smirked. "Thank you, Mr. Dover, but I do believe you have someone else to see…" The Scout nodded their head back towards the car, to see a short, stumpy little man creep from the other side. He wore glasses and walked with a crystal cane. His hair was in a thin, dark comb-over. Ben couldn't help but snicker and bite his lip at this little Harry Potter/Yoda. The midget stood with great pride and puffed out his chest. "Greetings Mr. Dover I am Cornelius Numbkilcul from Northern Surrey pleasure to make your acquaintance." He hesitated, almost sounding like a chipmunk.

Ben could only stare and think of pushing this tiny creature off stage, but extended his arm to shake his doll-like hand. "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Numbkilcul." He grinned wildly, like a Cheshire cat. He stopped staring at the talking footstool and began, once again, conversing with the scout while leading the two to the door. "Oh, I cannot begin to tell you how glad I am to see you! I mean, at first I was thinking that---" Ben was interrupted by the scout clapping hands. "Yes, all well and true, Mr. Dover… But I do believe I have a job to do..?" They sternly questioned. Ben quivered in fright. It looked as if the Scout were to pick up Biggs by the ears and hit him across the head with him. He trembled, but continued to lead them away. "Right, sorry. Here is the Studio…"

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Inside the Studio, all of the actors practiced their hardest. Whether it be portions of "The Sound of Music" or "Cannibal!: The Musical", they did there best, especially Kenny McCormick. Little did they know that fate was just outside the door…

A/N: Arr! The end of Chapter 4! Wow, seams like yesterday I was just doodling little portions of this horrid piece in Math… Now look what it has become! Good one, Jess.

Now, if you haven't realized, the Chapter titles make up a sort of sub-story… Just thought I'd mention that:-) "Goddamit! I said sit down, Uncle-Fucka!" "Right-e-o then …"

G' Night, folks. And happy Halloween!