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(after the song, "Livin' A Lie" by the album, "Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld" ends, we see the cafeteria. Kyle, Craig, Kenny and Stan are eating things, like vegetable soup with buttered bread, at the table.

(Timmy is eating next to Kenny, as Timmy's occupational therapist helps him (Timmy) be able to feed himself. Timmy's lunch is whole grain rotini pasta, tomato sauce and parmesan cheese, plain milk, meatballs, and steamed, seasoned broccoli.)

Timmy (flaps hands and looks at his surroundings): L-livin' a lie now livin' a lie now Timmy! L-livin' a lie now livin' a lie now Tim-oh!

Occupational Therapist (cuts Timmy's meatballs into tiny pieces, so he doesn't choke on them later. Spoons up pasta, and lifts it near Timmy's mouth): Timmy... here comes the airplane... whoosh! Open wide!

Timmy (looks up at ceiling, flaps his hands, and opens his mouth, making a funny noise cause he's happy): Ah.. Timmy Tim-Tim Oh!

Occupational Therapist (places some pasta on Timmy's tongue, and takes the spoon out): Good boy! Now, close mouth and chew, and swallow, chew, and swallow. Good boy.

(Meanwhile, Stan and Kyle are a bit perplexed by how Timmy and his occupational therapist behave like that.)

Stan (puts down his slice of bread): Um, Kyle?

Kyle: What is it, Stan?

Stan: Is Timmy's... is Timmy's therapist more like a dog trainer?

Kyle: Dog trainer? What do you mean?

Stan: I mean, look at how she trains him. Like all that babyish language she uses around him.

Kyle: Well, Timmy is autistic, and that means he might not always understand people, or what they're talking about.

Stan (looks at his soup bowl, playing with his spoon): I'm autistic too, Kyle. But people don't try to treat me like a dog.

Kyle: I get it, Stan. But Timmy has what they call "intellectual disability".

Stan: Intellect-what?

Kyle: You know how Timmy kept failing school? I know you aren't retarded, but Timmy is... at least that's what the school staff says.

Stan: So he gets treated more like a baby or dog than a human being.

Kyle: I agree. But at least Timmy is happy, for now...

Stan: But Kyle... what about when Timmy grows up in like, eight years from now? How will others think of him?

Kyle (blushes): I... I didn't think of that earlier. I'm sorry... (looks at Timmy, who's currently being fed broccoli) When he's grown up, people will think he's an animal that belongs in a zoo, like they'll think he's a monkey or something, and he will be denied care...

Stan: Or he's gonna get locked up in a nasty group home, and get abused, or, uh, beat up.

Kyle: Yeah. All because he's disabled and uses a wheelchair. Group home workers, in the future, are gonna beat Timmy up, hurt him, neglect him, deprive him of nutritious food, showering, therapy, and care...

Stan: It's sad, dude. I don't want to see Timmy get hurt and all neglected.

(Meanwhile, the students in the cafeteria are all informed that they'll all be staying in the cafeteria, for the rest of the school day. The reason? Because the little kids are hosting a special Valentine's Day musical, and there will be teachers giving out gifts and treats for the kids.)

Speaker (on loud phone): Attention everyone! No schoolwork for the rest of the day! Today, in our cafeteria at South Park Elementary, the second and first graders are going to be doing a musical. There will be songs like "Chocolate Chip Cookies", "Pink Glitter", and "My Aunt Lou Stubbed Her Toe". We'll be handing out pink goody bags to all the students, and the bags are filled with toys, treats, and a little bit of allergen-free chocolate.

Timmy: L-livin' a lie now Tim-oh!