Note: Sorry about taking so long to update. I'm just thinking up everything as I go, even though I do have a plan for future chapters. Right now, I'm vacationing with my family in New York. Yesterday we saw Memphis, in a few hours we're seeing Evita, and we're going to see The Book of Mormon tomorrow. Now THAT is something I am really looking forward to. However, after watching the season 15 episode "Broadway Bro Down," I'm going to be very careful when I sit next to my sister at the musicals (heh heh heh).

(Cut to: The Morales Residence Exterior. Stan and Wendy approach the mansion and stop at the front door. Stan knocks on the front door a few times. It is answered by Kyle.)

Kyle: Hey, guys! Glad you could make it!

Stan (a little aggravated): I hope you're not wasting our time, Kyle. (Kyle appears to be a little surprised by the tone in his best friend's voice.)

Kyle: Don't worry, Stan; I'm sure this will be worth your while. (Stan and Wendy walk inside the house and Kyle closes the door behind them.)

(Cut to: The Holo-Room. Aaron is standing at the panel on the wall and he enters a code into the main console. After a few moments, the grid-like pattern covering the room disappears once again. It is replaced by the sudden appearance of a grand-scale wild landscape. Trees appear to be all over the room, and the group is standing near the edge of what appears to be a cliff.)

Red: Where are we now?

Sylvia: We are now in our own recreation of the world from that one movie that nobody really cares about but made a lot of money at the box office.

Kenny (muffled): Titanic?

Aaron: No, the other James Cameron one.

Lola: Oh, you mean Avatar.

Cartman (angrily): Don't mention that filth. Cameron stole my idea without consulting me first.

Juliana: What do you mean, Eric?

Cartman: Around the time Avatar came out, I made a documentary about my time with Smurfs, about how I was an undercover agent working for our class president. My goal was to spy on the Smurfs and get them to move, but I ended up growing attached to them overtime. However, by the time my services were no longer needed, our class president came in and destroyed the Smurfs' territory for their Smurf berries. I called my resulting DVD "Dances with Smurfs."

Quincy: You have quite an imagination. At least, I assume you're joking.

Cartman: Yeah, I admit that I made all that up as a way to expose our class president, but I didn't plan on her to go along with it when I confronted her. She claimed that she only "exterminated" the Smurfs for a fuel source. Then she told me that she wrote her own version of the "affair" and sold the rights to James Cameron. So that butthole used MY idea to make money.

Aaron: Who is your class president?

Cartman: As it turns out, Wendy. The same Wendy who's coming over with our friend Stan. Shortly after that crappy Avatar film came out, she "relinquished" her position to me in order to shut me up.

Bebe: A smart move, if you ask me.

(The door to the Holo-Room opens and Kyle, Stan, and Wendy walk in. Kyle closes the door behind them.)

Quincy (to his parents): Mom, Dad, this is Stan Marsh and Wendy Testaburger. (To Stan and Wendy) Stan, Wendy, these are our parents – Aaron and Sylvia.

Stan (cordially): Nice to make your acquaintance.

Wendy (politely): Thank you for having us over.

Aaron: Welcome to our home. We were just showing your friends our Holo-Room. (Stan and Wendy look around, amazed by the scenery and the detail of the landscape.)

Wendy: Is this real?

Sylvia: No, it is all an illusion. However, we have rigged this room to replicate the sights, sounds, and smells of an actual rainforest. At the moment, the room appears to cover miles in any direction. In reality, it only covers a total of 225 square feet. Here, I'll show you what I mean. (She turns to Cartman) Eric, go stand over near the end of the room.

Cartman (shrugging): Okay. (He turns around and starts walking away from the others. After a moment, he comes to the edge of the cliff. He stops there and looks down worriedly.)

Aaron: Keep walking.

Cartman: I don't think I want to.

Quincy: It's only an illusion, Eric. The floor is still in place. (Cartman breathes in deeply and keeps on walking. He expects to fall over the edge of the cliff, but instead, he appears to be suspended in mid-air. He scoffs and walks on. A moment later, he slams into the invisible wall; the wall opposite the entrance of the room. The others laugh as he rubs his forehead)

Cartman (sarcastically): Ha, ha, very funny. What was the point of that? (He still appears to be suspended in mid-air)

Aaron (to the other children): As my wife was saying, this room is only 15 feet by 15 feet, and in its current mode, it still is. However, by making a few minor modifications to the program, we can make this landscape seem be as vast as it would be in real life. (He turns back to the panel and presses a few keys. All of a sudden, Cartman falls off the cliff.)

Cartman (getting distant): Weeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaak! (The other children seem shocked and run to the side of the cliff, expecting to see him making his rapid descent to the ground.)

Stan: Oh my God, they killed Cartman!

Kyle: You saviors! (His friends look at him strangely.) What? What'd I say?

Aaron: Your friend isn't dead, children. He is actually standing exactly where he was in the room a moment ago. He only thinks he is experiencing the sensation of falling. (He turns back to the panel and presses a few keys. The landscape disappears, and is replaced once more by the grid-like pattern. Cartman is still in the exact spot he was just a moment earlier, but he is shouting in terror and rolling on the ground.)

Cartman: Oh, God! No, not like this! This sucks so much! Make it stop, Jesus! (He quickly realizes that he is not falling any more. He blinks a few times and then looks up at his friends. After a few moments of silence, his friends roar with laughter. Cartman angrily gets back to his feet and mutter his next line under his breath) Shut the hell up, you stupid hippies.

Kyle (to Stan): Are you glad I called you now?

Stan: I guess so. This is pretty sweet stuff right here.

Sylvia: That's not the end of it (She removes a small electronic gadget from her pocket and holds it up for the children to see). This device can be used to recreate whatever environment one is thinking about at any given moment. It's even more effective than a computer program. Would you like to see how it works? (The children nod. Sylvia walks over to Bebe and hands it to her.) You go first, Bebe. Just put your thumbs on either end and concentrate on the first building or location that comes to your mind. The Holo-Room will reproduce it in front of us.

Bebe: Alright then (She puts her thumbs on the side of the apparatus, closes her eyes, and focuses her mind. A moment later, the Holo-Room goes from the grid-like pattern to the appearance of the second floor of the South Park shopping mall. Bebe opens her eyes and smiles). Cool; it worked!

Lola: Good idea, Bebe. I was thinking about the same thing.

Juliana: Shopaholics, I assume?

Bebe: You know it! I could hang out here all day! (She walks across the second floor walkway to a certain shop. She approaches the glass covering the windows and looks it over.) Wow, the glass even has those distinctive markings on it! This thing is amazing!

Aaron: The Holo-Room only reproduces what you yourself remember of the mall.

Wendy: I guess Bebe's been to the mall more times than any of us; she's recreated it almost flawlessly down to the last detail.

Cartman (under his breath): Talk about a waste of time.

Kyle (to Bebe): Can I try that device next?

Bebe: Sure, Kyle. (She hands it to him. He puts his thumbs on the sides of the device, closes his eyes, and focuses his thought just as Bebe did. After a few seconds, the mall disappears and is replaced by what appears to be a Hebrew Temple.)

Stan: Where are we, now?

Kyle: The Temple at Jerusalem. I've always wanted to see it in person, but I figured this would be the next best way to do so.

Aaron: If you've never been there, then how do you know what it looks like?

Kyle: I've seen a lot of pictures and paintings of it. I just used them to imagine it the best that I could.

Aaron (nodding in approval): That is always an excellent method; if you are uncertain as to what a place looks like, just attempt to piece it together through what you know of it.

Cartman: Nice. Okay, my turn (He takes the device from Kyle and puts his thumbs on the sides.) This Jewish temple gave me an idea. (After about ten seconds, the temple disappears and a black-and-white like landscape replaces it. It appears to be Nazi-Germany; there are rows of marching soldiers with swastikas on their uniforms and helmets, crowds of people raising their left arms into the air, and a short man with a small mustache standing on top a balcony, shouting angrily in German. Kyle and the girls appear to be horrified. Kenny and Stan just roll their eyes. Quincy, Juliana, Aaron, and Sylvia just study the scene in interest)

Aaron: Very impressive, Eric. You must do well in history if you can recreate this.

Kenny (muffled): Give me that, fat-ass! (He swipes the device from Cartman and takes his turn with it. The Nazi-Germany background fades away and is replaced by the Morales Residence Living Room.)

Red: You don't have a very active imagination, do you, Kenny?

Kenny (muffled): This is just the first place that crossed my mind. After all, I like it here already.

Aaron: Thank you, Kenny, we are pleased to hear that.

Cartman (whispering so that only Kenny can hear): Give it up, Kenny. Just because you're poor, that doesn't mean rich people are going to take pity on you (Kenny punches Cartman angrily.) Ow! That hurt, ya poor piece of crap!

Kenny (muffled): Whatever (He tosses the device to Stan, who catches it with both hands). You go next, Stan.

Wendy: Yeah, I'd like to know what's on your mind, Stan.

Stan (smirking): Alright. You'll be glad to know that it has something to do with you, Wendy (When he uses the device, the living room goes away and is replaced by something very different. it is replaced by a dimly-lit bedroom. There are lit candles on all flat surfaces, Elton John music is playing, and a bottle of wine is on the nightstand beside the bed. Wendy looks at Stan and smiles.)

Wendy: I had the exact same thing on my mind, too (Everyone is quite interested in this latest scenario).

Aaron: Both of you must be feeling quite amorous.

Stan (still looking at Wendy): We are, Mr. Morales. (Quincy and Juliana look at each other and raise an eyebrow in interest)

Cartman (mockingly): Two little lovebirds, eh? Just the oldest one in the book. Maybe we should give the two of you some time alone in your little fantasy? Or would things get a little too out of hand? (He starts laughing out loud)

Stan: Shut up, Cartman! (Cartman doesn't relent. When he doesn't, Wendy takes the device from Stan and uses it in just the same way as before. The bedroom stays exactly the same, but an anvil materializes about a meter above Cartman and falls directly onto his head.)

Cartman: Ow! (He falls to the ground) Son of a bitch; that hurt! (The others get a good laugh at his expense.)

(Cut to: the Morales Residence Exterior. It is later, around 7:00 at night. Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, Bebe, Lola, and Red are all about to leave through the front door. They are saying their goodbyes to the Morales family.)

Aaron: You children are certain you cannot stay for dinner?

Kyle: We appreciate the invitation, but all our parents want us home for dinner (The others mutter their agreement).

Sylvia: Well, if you wish, we could have all of you and your parents over here for dinner tomorrow night. (The eight children look around at each other and then back at the Morales family.)

Bebe: I suppose that can be arranged. Here, we'll give you our families' home numbers. (She opens up her backpack, pulls out a pencil with a sheet of loose-leaf paper, and writes her house phone number on the sheet. She then passes the sheet and pencil around to the others so that they can add their own phone numbers to the paper. Once all eight of them have done so, Bebe hands the list to Aaron). Thank you for having us over today. This is a very nice house.

Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Wendy, Lola, and Red: Yeah.

Aaron: We'll call your parents later tonight. Have a safe walk home. (The children all nod and turn to walk down the front walkway. Once they reach the sidewalk, the girls go one way while the boys go the other. But before walking off with their respective groups, Wendy and Stan ardently kiss each other goodnight. This kiss lasts almost a full thirty seconds. Lola, Bebe, and Red smirk while Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny snicker. The Morales family also witnesses this from their porch. Aaron and Sylvia just smile while Quincy and Juliana look at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Both of them appear to suspect that something is wrong. After Wendy and Stan come apart, they bid each other goodnight and head for home.)

(Cut to: South Park Genetic Engineering Ranch. There is a flash of lightning and a tidbit of music from a church organ, even though it is not raining and there are no churches in sight.)

(Cut to: South Park Genetic Engineering Ranch, Interior. Dr. Mephisto is working with his lab assistant Kevin. He is busy studying a slide on a microscope and taking notes on it simultaneously.)

Mephisto: Fascinating, Kevin. This new culture of bacteria is rapidly reproducing. This just might be the type we are hoping to enhance our cross-breeding experiment between the woodpecker and the mouse. (He stands up straight and sits at his desk.) I can only imagine what the offspring would look like. (He rubs his chin and takes more notes by hand. After a few moments, the phone in his office rings. He gets up and walks over to the phone.) Who would be calling at this hour? (He picks up his phone and holds it up to his ear.) South Park Genetic Engineering Ranch. This is Dr. Alphonse Mephisto.

Quincy (over the phone): Dr. Mephisto, this is Quincy Morales. My sister Juliana and I just enrolled in the fourth grade at South Park Elementary.

Mephisto: Yes, I remember you from my presentation this morning. What can I do for you?

Quincy (over the phone): Sir, about your lecture… do you by any chance know the exact number you have of each type of those "regression pills?"

Mephisto: I created exactly three hundred of the ones that cause physical, mental, and intellectual regression, and five hundred of the ones that cause sexual regression. Why do you ask?

Quincy (over the phone): Sir, I know this may sound strange, but I feel I should request that you count up the number of pills that cause sexual regression.

Mephisto: Why?

Quincy (over the phone): I can't say why just yet; I have a hunch that you may be a few short.

Mephisto: Alright then; I'll count them up right now. Would you like me to call you back when I am finished counting?

Quincy (over the phone): If you would please, yes. My number is –

Mephisto (interrupting): No need to give me your number; I already have it thanks to the caller ID. I'll call you back when I have an official count, Mr. Morales.

Quincy (over the phone): Thank you. Goodnight (he hangs up).

Mephisto (sighing): Right. Better get back to work (He moves over to his desk and takes out the bag with the bottles of pills. He takes out the bottle with the red pills, pours them onto the top of his desk, and begins counting them one by one.)

Sorry this chapter was so short! The next one will be longer, trust me! I just wanted to put something up, as I felt a little guilty for being so overdue for an update. Review, please!