-(Later, Cartman waits outside for the bus. But for some strange reason, the bus isn't coming on time. Cartman gets frustrated.)
Cartman: Aw shit, the bus ain't here yet. I wonder what's going on? Hmph! (crosses arms and sits down on the snow).
(Still, the bus hasn't yet arrived. Cartman is furious and demands an answer. So he goes inside his house again. This leads to him asking his mom why the bus didn't arrive over 10 minutes ago.)
(Liane Cartman is busy washing dishes. She isn't in the mood to listen to her son whine at this time...)
Cartman: Alright bitch, where'd the school bus go? Down a cliff?
Liane: I don't know, Cartman. But earlier in the news today, I read an article about South Park Elementary closing down. Some kid got ill at the school, and now he's in the hospital with a really contagious disease.
Cartman: So I guess that kid was watching some stupid-
Liane: Don't say racist things about Chinese people, Cartman.
Cartman: Ah, crap! Now I won't be able to take that science test, or see my friends...
Liane: Cartman? You still have friends? You're joking, right?
Cartman: Uh... yeah, I have friends, like Kyle and uh, Stanley and uh, Kenny and Clyde... AND THEY'RE NOT CHINOS OR MEXICANS!
Liane: What if your friends were actually Chinese or Mexican people?
Cartman (waves his hands up, shrugging): Then I wouldn't care! They're mostly all crackers and blacks and Indians anyway. What-eva! I do what I want!
Liane: Wow... racist. What Indians are you talking about?
Cartman: I don't care if they're Asians or those Americans with feathers on their heads, you get it, mom? They're not white!
Liane: Some Native Americans are actually white, like the native Canadians. Skin color doesn't matter.
Cartman: So what, bitch? The school bus should've arrived like, like, 5 minutes ago.
Liane: I'm sorry, Cartman. But I guess that school is closed. Let's come back in the house, sweetie. I'll make some minestrone soup for lunch later.
Cartman: Alright mom. I guess we're all gonna miss out on school anyways. *sighs* (walks back into the house with Liane)
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(Meanwhile, Timmy and his parents are staying home with two daily life assistants from Denver watching over them. Assistant #1 is preparing beef stew for dinner, and is chopping carrots. The other assistant is doing chores off camera. Timmy is scared, and he expresses his fears in his own unique way, as he can't talk much.)
Timmy (frowning and flaps hands in fear): Mommy, Daddy, Timmy Tim-Tim-oh! Ahh!
Assistant #1: I get it, Timmy. I hope this virus stops soon, cause it's really bad. Way worse than the common cold... How about I make you and your parents some caramel custard after dinner?
Timmy (Nods and giggles): Yay! Custard! Timmy!
Stay tuned for the next chapter.