The following day, at the Marsh house, Stan was pacing in his living room waiting for that knock on the door.

"Come, on already," he said to himself impatiently, pacing on the carpet. "Get your asses here..."

And there it was. The doorbell run and Stan ran to it at full speed. He opened it and saw his super best friend Kyle with a tripod and a camera.

"I came as soon as I could." Kyle said smiling, but panting fiercely at the same time.

"That's all I needed to hear," Stan said letting his friend in and closing the door behind them. "What took you so long?"

"I had to look all over in my attic for a camera."

"Oh, okay."

"And Stan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell Cartman I was in an attic. He'll make an Anne Frank crack."

"Oh... Sure thing, dude."

"Thanks." He smiled and placed his stuff down.

"Dude," Stan said. "Don't put it down, we gotta get going outside soon."

"Stan," Kyle began. "Try not to hold your breath while waiting for Cartman's fat ass."

Stan paused. "... Good point."

He plopped his little butt on his couch and turned on the TV. Kyle joined him. Stan was flipping through when he noticed an interesting new report. He stopped.

"Fresh new indie film 'As the Rose Pedal Falls' as been acclaimed one of the best movies of the summer." The news anchor, Jock Fullaballs reported. "Critics all over North America are raving. Some say it may have the ability to stand up against other films of its type such as 'Juno,' and 'The Savages.' Could this be the new blockbuster that overcomes 'Dark Knight?' Find out more at 11."

"I can't believe it!" Stan shouted chucking his remote to the ground.

"What a load of bull shit!" Kyle agreed. Cartman ran in.

"You guys!" He shouted running in, closing the door behind him, out of breath. "Did you see the news?!"

"Yeah, we... did, Cartman." Stan said. "But... You did to? ... from your house? ... just now?"

"No, I was watching through the window."

Kyle leaned in towards Stan. "You know you're a creeper when."

They laughed.

"EH!"

Kenny followed through the door. "Let's get started before the sun goes down!"

"Kenny's right," Stan agreed. "The darker it gets, the colder it gets. Let's go."

The boys ran outside and into a forest. All the trees are dead. Dead trees dramatic effect. But the thing was, the boys couldn't make it too indie film-ish, or else even THEY wouldn't enjoy it. The stood there waiting for Stan to tell them what to do.

"Okay," Stan began. "Here's what we're going to do. The scene is going to open up with... umm..." He thought, putting his index finger on his chin, looking at the slushy snow as if their next instruction were hidding in the icy liquid mix.

"Yes?" Kyle urged on.

"Um..."

"Dude, didn't you write the script?"

"Yeah, I did." He said pulling it out. "It's right here."

"Ugh, this is why white boys write the script and not direct!" Cartman complained. "I vote Kyle to direct!"

Kyle turned to Eric, not insulted, but almost flattered. "Why?" he asked.

"Well, I'm sure you got that Steven Spielberg blood in you, or something."

"Godammit, Cartman!" Kyle shouted. "I am not blood related to Steven friggen Spielberg!"

"Well, Stan sure as hell can't do it."

"Then you do it! I don't wanna be a director!"

"Me?"

"Yeah!"

Stan stepped in. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys, I don't wanna be in front of that camera."

"Why not, dude?" asked Kyle

"I'm... Well, I'm not really camera friendly."

They, of course, had no idea what exactly 'camera friendly' meant. Kenny shrugged and began to set up the tripod.

"What do you mean 'camera friendly'?" Kyle asked.

"I can't act, dude, I completly suck!"

"You mean like Kyle does at sucking weiner?" Eric asked.

"Shut up, Cartman!!"

Stan pleaded. "Come on, dude. You can't let me go in front of that camera. I'll ruin the whole film!"

"Okay, okay. You can direct, okay? Frankly I don't care."

"Kay, thanks." He looked out to his cast and crew of three. "Alright, guys, let's start this thing!"

Stan reached into his back pack and began pulling out lots of paper. Each page scribbled with ideas and characters and bios and whatnot. He handed out everyone what they needed. "Okay, everyone look it over and tell me what you think."

"This script is pretty solid," Kyle complimented.

"Thanks."

"EH!" Cartman shouted. "How come my character's bio reads 'enormously fat loud mouth scalper'?"

"... Because you're... fat?"

The others laughed.

"EH! I will not be made a fool of, here!"

"Cartman, just used the damn script! It took me all night to write it!"

Cartman began to walk somewhere else mumbling God-knows-what. Probably about Stan and his stupid hat.

"Okay!" Stan said. "I want everyone to memorize what they have to say. Let's get filming!"

They just began to film. The sun was going down, but it only enhanced the romance scene. That's what they were filming at the time. It began with the character Lyle, that was Kyle's character, who is in the middle of a break-up with his partner, Derick Heartman, that's Cartman's character. Kyle held up the script below his waist so that the camera couldn't see.

"Why can't you just say it, Derick?!" Kyle shouted dramatically. He acted brilliantly, and he never overdid it. "You drag me all the way out here, and for what?! I said WHAT?!"

"I can't say," Cartman said turning away so that his chocolate eyes could be caught by the sun set. This was his time to shine. "I... need more time."

"Time for what?" Kyle asked with tears swelling up in his eyes. Stan raised an eye from the camera to see if Kyle was crying. He was. This was gold. Kyle could cry on demand whenever he wanted. This got his a shit load of things from his parents.

"Time for..."

Stan stared at Cartman waiting for him to finish his line. "Come on, Cartman!" he whispered.

"Time for... love?!" Cartman threw down his script and shot the most evil glare at Stan. "What the FUCK?!"

"Come on, Cartman!" Stan fought. "It's one small scene!"

"You didn't tell me I was gay with Kyle!"

"You're not! You fall in love with a girl in scene 28."

"I can't wait that long, Godammit!!"

"Dude," Kyle said. "It's just a line. It doesn't have to mean anything."

"Oh, shut up, Jew-fag!"

"Shut the hell up, Cartman!!"

"Guys!" Stan shouted. "This isn't making anything any better. Let's just see how it looks, and if there's time, we can tweak a few things. Let's go!"

"Fine," Cartman mumbled. He returned to his romantic voice. "Time for... love."

"Love?" Kyle asked turning away as well with dramatic shock on his face.

Cartman looked at Kyle and put his hand on his shoulder. "That's all I ask of you."

Kyle looked at Eric. "Only if you do one thing for me."

"What's that?" Eric asked almost whispering.

"Only if you..." Kyle widened his eyes at the script. "KISS ME?! What the hell, Stan?!"

"I'm sorry, Kyle," explained Stan, not knowing what to say. "I just figured all gay guys liked to kiss all guys."

"That's not true, you idiot!"

"Well, it's in the script!"

"I'm not kissing any guy here unless it's Rakan from Silver Diamond!"

"Who?!"

"Ugh, never mind! I'm not kissing this asshole and that's it!"

"Well, what do you want me to do?!"

"Um... I don't know, anything! Get someone else to dress up as him!"

"Well, I'm directing and Kenny's on camera two!"

"Yeah!" Kenny said muffled.

Kyle grunted and clenched his fists.

"Great!" Stan said throwing his hat on the ground. "Where are we gonna get an actor to kiss Kyle at the last minute?!"

Suddenly, as if it were a sign from God, a silver-white limo drove down the street and stopped in front of the forest. The boys turned around and spotted the limo. Who the hell was it? Was it a celebrity? Not a lot of celebrities come to South Park ever since Cartman started shit with Jennifer Lopez. They boys walked slowly closer to the limo awaiting the passenger to come out. A click was herd and the boys flinched. It was the car handle. It opened. Out he came, wearing black slacks and a slighty open black dress shirt with sunglasses and raven-hair.

"Oh my God!" Stan shouted. "It's..."