Author's Notes: This next chapter has taken a little jump in time to 4 years later, so along with Stan & Kyle, we're gunna be having the POVs of Daniel & Miles from now on as well. And an important note to be aware of, whenever either of the kids says is talking about daddy, they mean the one who's got them. So as you know, for Daniel, it's Stan and for Miles, it's Kyle. Anyway...

M.O.R.

4 Years Later

4th September 2025

Daniel's POV

I bet our daddies never saw this coming. And here they were thinking we'd just sleep until one of them wakes us up. Well NUH-UH, me and Miles thought we'd give daddy a little surprise wake-up, ha ha.

Before we went to bed last night, daddy said he had to stay up late to finish these drawings of his that he's been working on. We didn't understand a single word he was saying when he tried to explain it to us, but I think I knew enough to know that they were VERY important drawings for work or sumin. And as me and Miles slowly and quietly creep our way down the stairs – holding onto the banister as we do so, we finally see daddy lying on the couch sleeping. Ha ha, guess he must have fell asleep last night.

Finally, as we touch the ground floor – still barefoot and still wearing our different coloured pyjamas, me and Miles do the usual 'Shhhh' look to each other with our fingers and we begin to creep up to the side of the couch where a plate of cookies is. Daddy's pretty silly if he thinks me and Miles woudn't resist having a cookie before breakfast – he should have eaten them all last night. Ah well, more for us two I guess. I slowly move my hand forward and reach for the nearest (and biggest) cookie on the plate as Miles stands next to me watching. But out of nowhere, daddy shots up and grabs my hand – scaring both of us and making us laugh.

"Hey, what on Earth's going on over there, huh?"

"We thought you were sleeping daddy." I say – still laughing.

"Are you kidding? How can I sleep when there's two cookie-burglars sneeking around the house." And as soon as daddy's turned away as he yawns, me and Miles quickly snatch a cookie each from the plate and shove it in both our mouths – trying to eat them as quickly as we can. Daddy turns back 'round and gives us funny looks – obviously noticing that our mouths have now got something circular in them. Miles covers his mouth to TRY and hide the evidence, but daddy simply smiles and sits us down on the couch. "Y'know, if yer' dad knew you were eating cookies at breakfast time, he'd give us three loads of trouble."

"Well you can always pwetend...and say you just ate two more." Miles suggests – letting a few cookie crumbs fall out of his still-stuffed mouth. "Can we watch TV pweeeeeease?"

"Alright...but only for 10 minutes – you two have got kindergarten today, OK?"

"OK" We both reply back just as daddy stands back up and looks down at the coffee table at the remote.

Stan's POV

Now this is the one reason why I hate technology – WAY too many commands and things something can do – you just forget how to even turn something on. I regret getting one of those advanced Universal Remotes now – especially for a hundred devices with thousands of buttons. We've got one of those crystal-flat touch-screen remotes that controls practically every electrical device in this room. "Ummmmmm...which one controls the TV?" It'd be pretty embarassing if either of these two knew better than me. Ah well, better just try them all and see.

It's automatic (It's automatic),
I need to unload (Need to unload).
Under the pressure (Under the pressure),
Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road).

I press the first random button on the remote that grabs my attention and I point it towards the TV. Unfortunately, my first attempt turns the lights on in the living room and the fans that are connected to it too – which makes Daniel and Miles laugh. Turning the off button next to that, I try again. Second go, and the air conditioning system turns on – the two laugh even more AT me. Gee, I'm not doing good here am I? Third go...and the CD player that I accidently paused before I fell asleep resumes playing and starts playing a quietened CD of mine.

"Ha ha, you listen to girly music." Miles says to which those two laugh at me again.

"Oh hardy ha ha. I bet'cha you can't do it then, smarty-pants." I laugh back at Miles. Giving the remote to him, he points it at the TV and has his own go. And just like that, the television screen lights up and buzzes to life. Miles looks up at me with a smirk on his face. "Alright fine, I admit it, you're better than me at working this remote." Shaking Miles' little short red 'fro and making him giggle a little, Kyle comes downstairs – dressed in a bedroom gown.

"What are you two doing down here? It's a little early for you guys to be up isn't it – I was gunna wake you up." To which I see Daniel & Miles starting to run over shouting 'Daddy!'. And I guess they would do that – Kyle's been away for a week on another one of this crucial business deal trips and the twins haven't seen him for ages.

I walk over and smile as I see Kyle picks both boys up with his arms. "Oh I've missed you two sooooo much this past week." He says as he gives both a kiss on the cheek. "You been good to daddy this week?" To which they both happilly say 'YES daddy'. Kyle turns his attention over to me. "Are they telling the truth?" He asks with a smile.

"Yeh, they've been good, though they did try to steal a cookie or two from my plate I left over last night before I fell asleep."

"Oh really? What have I told you two about not having any cookies so early in the day?"

"Sowwy daddy..." Miles says in a soft voice. "...but he left them out when he was sleeping and me and Daniel couldn't wesist."

"That's alright son..." He places the twins back on the ground. "...now go and watch TV for 10 minutes and then you need to go get dressed and eat some breakfast. Remember – it's first day of kindergarten today."

The twins rush back into the living room and jump onto the couch – flicking over to KBSM Jr. to watch whatever's usually on at this time for kids. Suddenly out of nowhere, Kyle grabs me by my creased T-Shirt I'm still wearing from last night and gives me a kiss on the lips.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I missed you – these days have felt like months here."

"Awwwww, you missed me that much, huh Stan? Well I'm back now so there's no need to be counting down the days now."

"Yep, bye bye marking down days with an X." I joke as we too laugh softly. "Now then, I gotta get a shower as you can OBVIOUSLY see and probably smell, and I know you need to get ready since you've got that 'important' talk later today, so do you wanna use the shower first?"

"Oh there's no need Stan..." Kyle smirks – wiggling his eyebrows. "We could SHARE if you want – it's big enough for both of us."

I smirk back. "OH, I didn't know that you can withstand a hot, sweaty and filthy me, Kyle."

"Well how about I help you get all nice and squeeky clean, huh? I've missed not being next to you this past week – I could soap you down really good if you want."

"Fine by me!" And as soon as that's said, Kyle grabs me by the hand and leads me upstairs into the main bathroom where the fully marble shower is. Three weeks it's been without a 'shared' shower – I thought I'd go mad, ha ha.

Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion),
Fall out again (Fall out again).
We stick together (We stick together),
Coz it never ends (It never ends).

Kyle's POV

40 Minutes Later

Guess that 10 minutes me and Stan allocated to the twins for TV time, turned out to be 30 minutes really. But then again, that's what you get when me and Stan share a shower together – we lose all focus in how much time we spend in there. But at last, all four of us are sat by the table in the kitchen eating breakfast. Whilst Stan is wearing one of his usual work-suits, I on the other hand have decided to go for an even smarter piece since I DO have a talk today. Los Angeles High School contacted me before I left for my business trip and asked if I'd give a speech to both the lower grade and the higher grade on careers and business and all that usual stuff about not wasting your life or sumin. But if I get even ONE witty cry or call of absolutely anything related with the awful word of 'FAG', then I'm walking out of there, FULL STOP. I know high schools and they can be a hell hole when it comes to bullying and abuse, and I won't tolerate it.

Anyway, like we all know by now, today is the twin's FIRST DAY of kindergarten and both the boys have mixed emotions about today. Whilst Daniel couldn't be any more excited and happy about what might happen, Miles meanwhile is dreading it. But he shouldn't do – Miles is a clever boy, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before he gets accustomed to it and before long, he'll be loving it as much as Daniel probably will do. Besides, there'll be plenty of people to make friends with – both boys AND girls with. They've already got Butters' & Bradley's son Alex as a friend, so at least they're not going there alone.

Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl).
Here comes a high (The only ones in the World).
Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out).
Here it comes; you, me, we'll work it out!

I guess Mile's nervous feelings about kindergarten are showing – he's hardly eaten his cereal, and he usually loves those wheat pieces stuff. "Miles……you OK? You've hardly touched yer' breakfast?"

"Merrrrrr…daddy……I don't wanna go to nursewy…" Miles still seems to call the kindergarten a 'nursery'. "…What if I don't like it – what if I don't fit in and make a weally big idiot of myself?"

"You will fit in son – don't worry about it. Besides, you've got your brother with you to be with, right Daniel?" Daniel meanwhile is still scooping away at every wheat piece that's left in his bowl. "Daniel!?" Finally, he looks up with the spoon in his mouth.

"Oh…oh yeh, of course I'll be there, bwother." I don't think he knew what the question was, but Daniel's response makes Miles smile a bit and he starts to eat more of his own cereal. "Don't wowwy bwo…" Daniel says with a mouth full of cereal. "…you and me'll have LOTS of fun at the thingy place." And Miles' smile grows as his brother gives him the assuring smile back.

Finally, a few minutes later and as soon as I've slipped four bowls, four spoons and four empty glasses into the dish-washer, I follow the twins upstairs so that I can watch how they PROPERLY brush their teeth. Miles has no problem whatsoever with the correct vertical movement, but Daniel…well…guess he still needs a little more of a lesson into what direction the tooth-brush needs to go and WHERE it actually goes in his mouth. I know we bought them both double-sided tooth-brushes but I can't believe Daniel still doesn't know that the bristles are for his teeth and the rubbery side is for his tongue.

Another five minutes later, Daniel and Miles pick up their small little bags in their bedroom and head on downstairs and out to where Stan's waiting in the driver-seat of our people-carrier. Grabbing what belongings and important documents I need for the day, I follow suit and head on down and out of the house – shutting and locking the door behind me. And as soon as I've helped the twins into their kiddy-seats and fastened them in securely in the back seats, I climb into the front passenger seat and Stan begins to drive the vehicle out of the estate towards the LA kindergarten.

Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow),
One, two, three episodes (Three episodes).
We stick together (We stick together),
Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road).

Miles' POV

"I'm not gunna like it – it's gunna be tewibble…" I whisper to myself – worrying about anything and everything that could POSSIBLY happen today. Despite how much Daniel assures me that today's gunna be fine, I still worry about how I could look like an idiot today. I still find it amazing how Daniel can be so cool about it – he looks really happy and excited about today and yet he hasn't stopped to think about the fact that he's just as likely to look like an idiot today as I am. Ah well, if he's happy than I guess I can be too. But that's gunna take some time though – even still, I'd much prefer liking nursery than I would worrying about it every day. Oh the thought of going to nursery every day except Saturday and Sunday makes me worry even more – that's 5 days and 5 possibilities every week that I could look so silly in front of all the boys and girls. Which reminds me – I wonder how many there'll be in our class, I hope not many, let me, Daniel and Alex be with hopefully a few more and that'll be alright for me.

I hope they have some fun toys and stuff there. That would be so good if they did – especially trains – oh me and Daniel LOVE train-sets. I'm guessing they won't have a big a set as we two have back home, but hopefully there'll be enough for us to make a nice little 'CHU-CHU!' game of trains with it. Please let there be a train-set, oh please Jehovah, LET there be a train-set there.

Coz' that's entertainment (That's entertainment),
It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel).
It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever),
Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels).

Moving on from nursery and what this first week's gunna be like, daddy says that next week, he's gunna start talking to me about my 'religion' and what I'll be learning from both him and what's called a……ummm…I hope I get this right…a…syna…syna…ummm…synalog…no wait it's a…ummmm……oh no, I forget what it's called. AH YES, that's it – daddy calls it a synagogue. I don't know what it's supposed to be, but daddy says it's where I'm gunna be taught most of my religion and whatever's in it. And starting from next week, daddy's gunna take me there and I'm gunna be introduced to the religion properly and all the people who go there with daddy. Though one thing slightly puzzles me. And that's the reason why I'm getting a fish when I go there. I don't know if I'm getting this coz' my daddy's famous or sumin, but daddy says that among the things I'm getting introduced to will be what's called a kippah. I hope me being Jewish and everything isn't ALL gunna be weird coz' being introduced to a fish is pretty weird so far.

Daniel's getting the same thing too. Pops' is taking Daniel to what they call a 'church' for the same reasons I guess. I wonder if Daniel'll get introduced to a fish as well – we'll just have to wait and see. But at this very moment, I'm finding it very had to tell the difference between what they call a Christian and what me and daddy are – Jews. But even if they are different and all, Daniel's still my brother and pops' still my daddy too.

Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl),
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world).
Here comes everything (Like monkeys out in space),
Here it comes (We are members of the human race).

Kyle's POV

Finally we're here – a kindergarten where hopefully our sons will enjoy themselves – especially Miles. In case anybody started questioning our decision over our sons' education, there's been this very good and respectable law that's been made in America now that all children in the different educational structures are of a mixed background and status. No more of that ridiculous divide between rich and famous people, middle class and working class people any more. Instead, there's just one type of place for the different ages. So Daniel and Miles, two kids from a wealthy and successful background are gunna be among those who probably don't have parents like me and Stan, but will hopefully be able to make friends with.

Me and Stan walk our boys through the entrance and straight into the main reception where a delighted receptionist gives us both a nice smile. "Hello there, Daniel and Miles Marsh-Broflovski right?"

"Certainly is…" I look down and notice Mile's got a tight grip on my hand and is hiding behind m scared stiff. "…as you can see, my son's a little nervous about his first day."

"Ah don't worry about it – most of the kids are." And after she signs our sons in, she takes us into the children's classroom which is already packed with about a dozen other 5 year old boys and girls. Miles' grip tightens and it feels as if he doesn't wanna let go. And after a quick hello meeting with their new teacher, Miss Roseley, Stan and I sadly have to say goodbye to our boys. Already Daniel's had his 'kiss-and-hug' goodbye hug with Stan and he's quickly made his way over to his friend Alex. Miles meanwhile STILL won't let go.

"Daddy, pwease don't leave me."

"Miles…don't worry, I'm not gunna leave you here. Just stay with Daniel and you'll be fine…"

"But daddy…"

"Miles…" I give him an ensuring and quickly wipe away a lone tear that's already made its way out of Miles' eye. "…listen son…it's only a few hours and then you'll be out of here. Trust me, by the end of the day, when we come back to pick you two up, you'll be wanting to spend longer here. Trust me, I was just like you on my first day of kindergarten and I came to really enjoy it. Promise me you'll be a good boy and enjoy yourselves, 'kay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Alright…come here." Miles gives me a great-big hug and doesn't want to let go. But slowly and gradually, I have to break away from him. And within those few minutes of seeing my son worried, the door of the classroom finally closes and my vision of my son is gone until the early afternoon when I come back here.

Back in the car, I take a few seconds to try and put myself in Miles' shoes. The possibility of how Miles must feel worries me slightly.

"Don't worry about him Kyle." Stan assures me with a quick kiss. "I'm sure Daniel and him will enjoy it – just you wait until this afternoon. Like you said, by then, he'll probably not want to go back home."

"Yeh you're right…come on……let's go – I've gotta give a speech to 100 3rd graders and 300 sniggering 7th graders up the street. And I'm sure you've got your own annoyingly busy morning's worth to do back at the headquarters."

"Finalizing graphic designs for our advertising images and sorting out company financing in the art department – you better believe it."

And with that said, Stan starts the vehicle again and drives out and back onto the main road – now heading to the LA High School first for my first lecture on careers and business. But even the complex thought of organizing what I'm gunna say isn't enough of a distraction from what I'm more focused on…

Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl).
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world).
Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out).
Here it comes; You, me, we'll work it out!

…I sure hope more than ever that Miles is feeling a lot different about kindergarten later today. All I can hope for is that he does indeed enjoy himself.

Author's Comments: So…how will the first day go for Daniel and Miles? You'll just have to wait and find out in the next chapter. And let's hope none of the teenagers interrupt Kyle with inappropriate language and abuse – you wouldn't wanna see an angry Kyle now would you?