Tegridy Farms- Stan and Randy are going at it.
Stan: Well, you know what Randy?! I've put up with your bullshit, but now I've had enough! I'm moving back to South Park, and there's nothing you can do about it!
Randy: Oh really? Stan! You're grounded!
Stan ignores him, opens the door and leaves.
Randy: You're no longer my son, you hear me?!
Stan (Distant): I never wanted you to be my dad anyway!
Randy: I want Jaden Smith to be my son!
Stan (Distant): He's no longer relevant!
Randy: Well, then Finn Wolfhard should be my son!
Outside:
Stan: C'mon Sparky. We're going home.
Stan puts Sparky on a lead and walks off to the road. He catches a bus.
Testaburger Residence. Wendy has a towel wrapped around her after a shower when there's a knock at the door. She answers it.
Wendy: Hi Stan.
Stan: Hi Wendy.
Sparky jumps on her, obviously happy to see her. He starts licking her face.
Wendy: Ha ha! Oh Sparky, that tickles! Okay, get off now.
Sparky gets off her and sits by Stan.
Stan: I never thought I'd say this but... I'm moving in!
Wendy's towel falls, her face one of utter surprise.
Wendy: Say what?
Stan (Trying not to stare at her exposed body, and focus on her face): I said, I'm moving in; I want to live with you.
Wendy: Well, I'll ask my parents first.
She picks up the towel, puts it back on, kisses Stan and goes upstairs to change. Stan can hear her talking on the phone to someone, but can't make out exactly what they're saying. Wendy comes back downstairs, now clothed.
Stan: Who was that?
Wendy: My parents. I asked if you could stay.
Stan: And?
Wendy: They said yes.
Stan and Wendy joined hands, literally jumping for joy, yelling "Oh My God" over and over, as though they discovered they're going to be parents. There's another knock at the door. Stan answers it; it's Towelie.
Stan (Rather agitated): What is it Towelie?!
Towelie: Randy cut you out of his life. And, he wanted me to give you this.
He punches him in the stomach. Stan groans and falls to the ground. Wendy kneels beside him.
Stan: Sparky. Attack.
Sparky growls at Towelie aggressively. He advanced towards him. Towelie backs away nervously. Because whenever a dog attacks a towel, the end result is a ripped towel.
Towelie: Stan, you're a traitor to the business. And your girlfriend? Is a good-for-nothing bitch!
Wendy gasped, hurt.
Wendy: How Dare You! Sparky, Kill!
Sparky charges at Towelie, barking aggressively. Towelie screams and runs; he jumps on a bus and is soon out of sight. Sparky returns to the house.
Stan: Good boy.
Stan gives him a dog biscuit; he happily chews on it.
Wendy: Anyway, do you want to sleep in my room?
Stan: Yes.
Wendy: In my bed? (Blinks flirtatiously)
Stan: YES! Also, I don't have any pyjamas so can I, well, improvise?
Wendy: Oh my. Well, just don't get too excited, alright?
Stan: Alright.
The End
Author's Note: I just wrote this to show that I'm not dead, but just very busy with school.