Author's Note: Yes, here it is at last, another brain child. I have a few other ideas too, so keep watching! This one is total random and kinda similar to my last one, but meh. That is OK.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do one every time? Aww, screw it. I don't own South Park.

Dodgeball

The fourth graders were on their stomachs, feet against the wall. The balls were laid out along the middle dividing line. Eyes narrowed, each team member glared at the classmate opposite them. This wasn't just any game. It was dodgeball. This was THE game, and they all knew it. Each team had one goal in mind. Both sides had one thing in common: a burning desire to win. There was no trophy, or nig cash prize. No, it was the glory of winning, and bragging rights.

There were three main characteristics that made a good dodgeball player. First was the ability to catch a ball. If you caught a ball, whoever threw it was out. In some variations, you could bring another member back on, but they weren't playing no pussy version. It was pure murder ball. You're hit, you're down. The second skill was a good arm. You had to be able to throw the sucker, or else there was no point in playing at all. But those skills were pointless without the last one. Dodging the ball. You couldn't make yourself an easy target. If you couldn't stay in the game, then you couldn't use your arm, or catching prowess. The key was to know your strengths, and use them to your advantage.

Stan looked around at his team. He was pretty satisfied with the results. He himself had a killer arm, and wasn't a particularly easy target. To his right was Kyle. Stan's best friend didn't have the best arm. In fact, he threw like a girl. But if a ball was coming at him, from any distance, at any speed, ant just about any height, he could catch it. As far as dodging went, it wasn't Kyle's forte, but he was good enough that coupled with his catching ability, it made him one of the best dodgeball players in the class.

Other than the two besties, they had Clyde, who could catch; Butters, who was a good sacrifice; Pip, who had one hell of an arm; Tweek, who jumped at the sight of the ball and could avoid it if it was thrown two inches away; Timmy, a catcher; Bebe who didn't throw like a girl; Heidi, who didn't give a damn, but was pretty good if she tried, and finally Red, who was hopeless at dodgeball. There were also a few other characters who are seen, but never heard from in the series.

Cartman and Kenny were on the other team. Their team was pretty good, too. It was going to be a close one.

They were all poised and ready for action, each one of them tensed up and ready to spring the second the whistle blew. It was coming...

BREET!

They all sprung up and raced towards the balls in the middle. Stan grabbed one and whipped it at the first person he saw. It made contact and the game truly began. Balls flew everywhere, and the gym was a veritable ballet of throwing, catching and dodging. The teams were whittling down, and fewer and fewer people were left.

Soon it was down to Stan, Kyle and Tweek against Cartman and Craig. Craig smoked Tweek, and Stan hit Craig. It was Stan and Kyle versus Cartman. A battle for the ages. The outcome of the match seemed obvious. Stan and Kyle both had balls, and took aim. They were going to annihilate the fat ass. Stan threw his ball first. It soared and was about to reach its target...

Cartman caught it.

"Haha! I caught your ball Stan! You are OUT!" Cartman cried triumphantly. "Now it's down to you and me Kyle! Come on, Jew-boy! Whatcha gonna do? You can't hit me, I'm invincible!"

"Oh yeah, fat boy?" Kyle shot back "You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. Besides, you're not exactly an easy target to miss. I donno how you made it to the end."

The two exchanged dirty looks. Kyle held his ball high, and Cartman waved his catch. "Throw the God damn ball!"

The people on the sides cheered and jeered, they threw out taunts and encouragement. Both students continued to stare at one another. It all came down to this. This was the deciding moment. Which team, which boy would ultimately win dodgeball bragging right for all eternity?

They both threw the balls, both at the exact same time. The crowd was dead silent, watching with bated breath as the balls soared towards the other side. Simultaneously, just as they had been thrown, the balls were caught at the exact same time in the exact same second.

The silence continued, atmosphere making a drastic switch from expectant to bewildered and stunned. They gaped at each boy, both of whom had looked triumphant, only to return to glaring.

"So what the hell does this mean?" Cartman asked.

"It's a tie, you moron," Kyle declared.

"A tie? That is so weak. That's bullshit. What do you mean, a tie?!" Cartman raged.

The rest of the class was just as indignant. It was a tie game. There was no time for a rematch, so they had to live with it. So no ultimate glory, no infinite bragging rights, nothing. It was just "They both played well, and were equally good." What in the hell were they supposed to do with that?

"OK kids, great job! Tomorrow we'll return to our regular classes with Basketball!" their gym teacher declared.

"You are going down in basketball, Cartman!" Kyle challenged.

"You're on!"

Author's Note: Yeah, yeah I know they did a dodgeball episode. Ending's kinda gay, but that's OK. Random stories, remember?