(Cut to: the Morales Residence Exterior. There are several cars parked in the street by the mansion. Randy notices this as he and the others step out of their car.)
Randy: Looks as if we're the last ones to arrive.
Sharon: It would seem that way; I can see six cars and a truck.
Stan: Or at least what's supposed to be a truck. You can never really tell what it is when it's in front of Kenny's house.
Shelly (impatiently): C'mon, it's freezing out here!
(The Marshes make their way to the mansion's front door. Randy rings the door bell, and it is answered by Aaron a few moments later.)
Aaron (pleasantly): Ah, so glad you could join us! You must be the Marshes! (He has removed his white coat and is wearing a black suit.)
Randy: Yes, sir (holds out his hand, which Aaron takes and shakes). My name is Randy Marsh. This is my wife Sharon and my daughter Shelly. I believe you've already met my son Stan.
Aaron (shaking hands with Sharon): Indeed I have. I'm Aaron Morales and I'm so pleased you could make it.
Sharon: Has everyone else arrived?
Aaron: Yes. Now that you're here, the evening can officially get started (The Marshes step inside and Aaron closes the door behind them). Come this way, please.
(Cut to: the Morales Residence Interior, Foyer. On the far end of the room, everyone else is gathered. Some people are seated in chairs while others are standing up straight or leaning against the wall. Several are talking with others. The group is composed of twenty-six people: Kyle, Shelia, Gerald, Ike, Cartman, Liane, Kenny, Stuart, Carol, Kevin, Karen, Wendy, her parents, Bebe, her parents, Lola, her parents, Red, her parents, Quincy, Juliana, and Sylvia. Each of them is dressed formally for the occasion: the men in suits, the women in full-body dresses. Kenny has even removed his parka and his blonde hair is nicely combed. His parents and siblings still have dirt marks on their faces, but are at the very least wearing presentable clothing. Kyle has removed his ushanka, and he has inexplicably managed to comb down his bushy red hair. From the way he is positioned, his hair appears to be no more than two inches tall now. Cartman has removed his hat, and his brown hair is combed in a similar way. As for the girls, each one of them is wearing a dress of one solid color. Bebe wears a mauve dress, Red wears a lime green dress, Lola wears an ochre dress, and Wendy is wearing a silver dress. They are all wearing earrings that match the color of their dress. Wendy has removed her beret and she lets her hair freely flow over her shoulders. Sylvia, Quincy, and Juliana have all removed their white coats and they are dressed in formal attire as well.)
Cartman: 'Bout time you got here. We've been waiting forever!
Liane: Eric, dear, you shouldn't be impatient.
Cartman (sarcastically): Sure, Mom. Whatever you say.
(At the site of his girlfriend in such a lovely getup, Stan hurriedly makes his way over to Wendy. She greets him warmly.)
Stan: You look amazing (she smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek).
Wendy: You, too. I like how you… (She pauses and sniffs the air). What's that smell?
Stan: Just some cologne I put on (he smirks deviously). Do you like it?
Wendy: Yes, it's… it's quite stimulating.
Randy: That's probably because he used a type of pheromone cologne; it's much more potent than normal cologne.
Sylvia: Ah, yes; I'm familiar with that type. Aaron uses it from time to time. It's quite an effective way to get us out of our lab coats every once in a while (several of the others laugh. Sylvia steps up to the Marshes and shakes hands with Sharon and Randy. Quincy and Juliana are standing next to her.). My name is Sylvia. These are my children, Quincy and Juliana.
Sharon: We're thrilled to meet you all.
Aaron (to his wife): These are Sharon, Randy, and Shelly Marsh, Stan's parents and sister (Sylvia nods her head).
Randy (looking around the foyer): This is quite a grand house you have here.
Sylvia: We know; we just moved in the other day. There are still rooms that we ourselves have not even been in yet.
Aaron (to all the adults): We gave your children a tour through it yesterday. Perhaps you all would like one later on? (The other parents look around at each other, initially making their decisions without a word spoken)
Carol: That sounds perfectly fine to me.
Gerald: Yeah, I'd like that, too.
Aaron: Alright, then. After dinner, we'll show you the house.
Sylvia: For now, I need to see to our meal (She turns to leave the room. Her husband follows her).
Aaron (over his shoulder): We'll call you when dinner is ready (He then follows his wife to the kitchen. As soon as they step out of the room, everybody starts talking with somebody else).
Mr. Testaburger: Isn't this remarkable? A couple who formerly worked for the CIA moved into our neighborhood.
Stuart: That's remarkable, all right. I wonder what their line of work involved.
Cartman (to himself): I have all the answers to that right here (He is still working on an iPad).
Liane (looking over her son's shoulder): Eric, dear, that doesn't look like your iPad.
Cartman: That's 'cause it isn't mine, Mom. Butters and I switched ours for the evening.
Liane: Why, hon?
Cartman: No reason. He was just telling me about this one app I should look up, but he recommended I borrow his in order to properly test the app out.
Liane: So he just gave you his iPad?
Cartman: No, not "just." I'm letting him hold onto mine for as long as I hold onto his.
Liane (shrugging): Seems like a fair trade to me.
Cartman: Indeed it is, Mother. (Under his breath) On my part, at least.
(A few feet away, Kyle is talking with his parents)
Kyle: Mom, Dad, did I mention that we're putting on three musicals this year at school?
Sheila: Really, bubbie? Why three?
Kyle: I was hoping that you might have something of an explanation; Mr. Garrison told us that the faculty received numerous requests from students' parents to put on more than one musical.
Gerald: Is that so, Kyle? I had no idea that so many people in town had such taste in the performing arts.
Kyle: Neither did I, Dad. But Mr. Garrison claims otherwise.
Gerald: Well, I look forward to seeing yours whenever you're scheduled to perform it.
Kyle: I hope I don't disappoint; we're putting on CATS.
Gerald: CATS? That's one of the finest musicals out there (He looks over his shoulder at Randy and winks at him. Randy knowingly winks back, as the two of them know full well how their wives will react to Broadway musicals, especially to one as "subtle" as CATS).
Kyle: I've heard that you have to be a professional dancer in order to get the whole dance number right. And as far as I know, Butters is the only professional dancer in our grade.
Sheila: I'm sure you'll manage just fine, sweetie.
Randy (aside to Gerald): Let's hope so. Otherwise it'll be blue balls for us (Both men snicker).
(A few feet away, Juliana is talking with Lola and Red. Kenny stands a few feet away from them, but his attention is clearly focused on Juliana. He is gazing at her as if he is mesmerized, and he smiles. Just then, someone tapes him on the shoulder. He quickly stops daydreaming and looks over his shoulder to see Quincy standing behind him. Kenny looks a little nervous, as he already knows full well that Quincy is very protective of his sister, and he just caught him staring at her.)
Quincy: Something on your mind, Kenny?
Kenny: I… I guess you could say that (he scratches his neck tensely).
Quincy: You don't have to put on a show; I know you were gazing at my sister.
Kenny (perspiring slightly): Well, maybe I was… but I didn't mean to offend you by it or anything.
Quincy (scoffing): Don't worry, you didn't. I just want to ask you something: Do you like my sister?
Kenny: (he is speechless for a few moments, and then responds apprehensively) I suppose I do. But not in a sexual way. I'm certain some people at school have told you that I'm a pervert or something like that.
Quincy: No, no one has called you that. I've been told Mr. Garrison was once a raging pervert, but not you.
Kenny: Oh, yeah, he was, Quincy. But after he reversed his sex change, he became less and less eccentric over time (Both boys laugh).
Quincy: If I'm the only thing that's preventing you from approaching my sister, then don't hesitate to talk to her. I won't stop you, as long as you treat her with kindness.
Kenny (a little stunned): You mean that?
Quincy: Of course I do. Go right ahead and talk to her.
Kenny (turns back around to look at Juliana): Maybe I… maybe I will. I'm just worried that I actually might end up emotionally hurting her. Both of my two previous girlfriends couldn't handle it after I told them… (he doesn't finish his sentence).
Quincy (raising an eyebrow): Told them what?
Kenny (sighing): I have a dark secret, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Quincy (smirking): Try me.
Kenny: No, I think it's best I don't tell you. You know what? Fuck what I just said and fuck worrying (he slowly walks over to Juliana and taps her on the shoulder. She slowly turns around).
Juliana (smiling): Oh, hi, Kenny. How are you?
Kenny: I'm doing fine. I just wanted to ask how you and your family like South Park so far.
Juliana: At first glance, I would say it's a quiet mountain town full of rednecks (she pauses). And that's just how we like it; nice, suburban, and secluded. Much nicer standard of living than city life.
Kenny: I'm glad you think so. Not many city people choose to migrate to these parts.
Juliana: No, I'd say not. Though one could argue that the average level of intelligence of a city dweller is a little higher than that of someone who lives in the countryside.
Kenny: Perhaps. Based on what I'm seeing right now, the people from city life are a far sight more beautiful as well. (Awkward pause. Juliana blushes a little as Lola and Red giggle at Kenny's remark. Kenny quickly covers his mouth with both hands) I'm sorry, did I just say that out loud? That was stupid of me, totally random and uncalled for. I hope I didn't make you feel–
Juliana (interrupting him): No, it's alright. But Kenny… do you really think I'm… beautiful?
Kenny: Well… (he slowly begins to look over his shoulder, as if to gaze at Quincy, but before he does, he turns back to Juliana and rubs any trace of nervousness off his countenance) Yes, Juliana; I do think you're beautiful.
Juliana (awed): Kenny… no one of the opposite gender has ever told me I was beautiful before.
Kenny (surprised): Really? No one?
Juliana: Well, there's my father and brother, of course, but that's different. No one outside the family has ever called me beautiful.
Kenny (smiling): That's surprising; you have to be one of the most beautiful girls this town has ever seen (Kenny is slightly taller than Juliana. She looks up at his eyes and the two of them share a moment of sincere eye contact).
Juliana: You know what?
Kenny: What?
Juliana: I think I like you better when you don't wear your hood. I can understand what you say much better, and I can see more of your face (This time it is Kenny's turn to blush as Lola and Red giggle more).
(A few meters away, Stan and Wendy are standing side-by-side, flashing each other a beaming smile.)
Wendy: I really look forward to later tonight.
Stan: So do I. Fortunately for us, Butters isn't here to ruin the moment, our cell phones are off, and I'm pretty damn sure we aren't dreaming.
Wendy: Excellent. We won't have any interruptions.
Stan: Let's hope not (He then notices a slight dark brown mark below Wendy's right eye). Hey, Wendy, you've got something of a discoloration right here (he points his finger to a spot under his own right eye to correlate the mark's position to her).
Wendy: I do? (She takes out her compact and uses the mirror to examine her face) Oh, I must have used a touch too much makeup on that spot. I better fix that up (She moves off to the side and takes out a bit of eyeliner and a few other cosmetics. Stan is temporarily left standing alone. Until Bebe walks up to him).
Bebe: Stan, what type of cologne are you wearing?
Stan: Chikara, Bebe. Why do you ask?
Bebe: Because that's some pretty strong stuff. Isn't that a brand of pheromone cologne?
Stan: Indeed it is. What's wrong with that?
Bebe: Well, nothing really… unless you wore it for the reason most men choose to wear pheromone cologne.
Stan (shiftily): Which is…?
Bebe: Oh, don't try acting all innocent and such, Stan. We're two mature fourth-graders, and I think we both know what's going on.
Stan: Oh, really, Bebe? What pray tell is going on? What am I up to?
Bebe: Stan, calm down; I never said you were up to anything. Unless Wendy… (pause)
Stan: Well? Unless Wendy what? What does Wendy have to do with this?
Bebe: Nothing… and everything, I suppose. But you better be careful around her.
Stan (rolling his eyes and speaking sarcastically): Sure, I'll be careful around the only girl in town who never followed Paris Hilton's example by becoming a stupid spoiled whore. In fact, why don't I just go ahead and take advice from the girl who headed the SSW movement in South Park?
Bebe (slightly offended): That was a long time ago, Stan! Paris Hilton's lifestyle is meaningless to me and the other girls now.
Stan: I certainly hope so. I have no desire to relive what happened at that so-called "party" you held at your house (Wendy has just finished touching up her makeup. She notices her best friend is talking with her boyfriend, and the former seems to be aggravating the latter from her point of view. She marches over to them).
Wendy (angrily): Bebe, are you harassing my boyfriend?
Bebe: No, Wendy. At the moment, he's too pompous to be harrassed.
Stan (scoffing): Really, Bebe? I'm pompous?
Bebe: You are right now.
Wendy (annoyed): Leave him alone, Bebe. He doesn't want to talk to you.
Stan: I literally could not have said that better myself, Wendy. Bebe, please just go away.
Bebe: Fine, whatever. It's not like I care (She walks away and joins Red and Lola).
Wendy: What's up with her tonight?
Stan: Your guess is as good as mine. She almost sounded as if she was on to us; like she knew about our plans for later this evening.
Wendy: I don't think so; she would have spoken out by now if she did.
Stan: Good call; I think we're in the clear.
(At that moment, Aaron and Sylvia come back into the room.)
Aaron (speaking loudly so that everyone can hear): Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served!
Cartman (putting away Butters' iPad): Sweet!
(Cut to: the Morales Residence, Dining Room. There are two tables set up. The larger one is where all the adults are seated; the smaller one is where the children are seated.)
(Aaron is standing at the front of the adult's table, using a thick carving knife to cut a large turkey into individual slices. Sylvia passes plates around the table so that everyone has an individual serving. Once all the adults have their plates, Aaron and Sylvia serve the children at their table. Everyone helps themselves to the other food items around the tables and proceeds to pass them around after getting their own helpings.)
(A bit later, everyone is eating.)
Randy: So, Aaron, Sylvia… what exactly do you do for a living?
Aaron: My wife is a particle physicist and I am a natural science manager. My son told me that your son told him that you are a scientist yourself, Randy.
Randy: Well, yeah, I am. I'm a geologist.
Aaron: He also mentioned that you're the only one of your trade in the whole of Colorado.
Randy (scoffs): He exaggerates. A while ago I was the only one, but I now have several co-workers at the Geology Center. However, I do believe I'm the only Nobel Prize-winning geologist in the whole of the state.
Sylvia (interested): You've won a Nobel Prize?
Randy: Indeed I have. I found a solution to end the threat of spontaneous combustion. But I prefer not to talk about it; especially over dinner.
Aaron: Why not?
Randy: For a variety of reasons. One is how I'm both proud of it and ashamed of it.
Sharon: I'm proud and ashamed of you, too, Randy.
Randy (smirking): Thanks, Sharon.
(Across the room, the children eat their food. Cartman is careful to demonstrate proper table manners in the Morales' dining area)
Red: This is rather ironic; I never thought I'd have a formal dinner until we entered middle school.
Lola: That would make sense to me; most upper schools have mandatory etiquette classes in the seventh or eighth grade.
Cartman (in a somewhat showy, preachy way): It's always vital to have proper table manners, especially in the company of your host. A lot of agreements between world leaders have been jeopardized simply because one of them could not wipe his mouth or raise his glass correctly in the presence of the others.
Kyle: The fat-ass slob has spoken; take in his "words of wisdom" and they will get you nowhere (The other children laugh. Cartman glares at Kyle, but restrains himself from responding).
(Further down the table, Kenny and Juliana are sitting next to each other. Every once in a while, one of them looks at the other out of the corners of their eyes. Kenny apparently wants to say something, but he is not sure how to begin. Finally, he opens his mouth.)
Kenny: Do…
Juliana (cutting him off): I'd love to.
Kenny (stunned): What do you mean?
Juliana (turning to him): I assume you were going to ask me if I wanted to meet you somewhere tomorrow.
Kenny: Actually, that is what I was going to do. Would you mind?
Juliana: Oh, not at all. Let me just check my itinerary and I'll get back to you.
Kenny (smiling): You go it.
Cartman (muttering to himself): Oh, goody. The poor boy falls for the rich girl. Didn't see that coming! (No one except Quincy hears him. Quincy quickly dismisses it and puts it aside for the moment.)
(Stan and Wendy are sitting next to each other. As they eat, he rubs his ankle against hers underneath the table. Enjoying the feeling, she giggles and smiles at him. He smiles back and continues brushing the side of his foot against hers. Bebe happens to notice that the two of them are more focused on each other than they are on eating, and she takes a quick peek under the table. After she does, she looks seriously concerned.)
(At the adults' table, everyone is about halfway finished with their plates.)
Gerald: So, what exactly did you do while you were in the CIA?
Aaron: We worked in a variety of fields, but it was the field of genetic engineering that made us rich.
Sheila: Oh, really? Genetic engineering? We have a genetic engineering ranch downtown.
Sylvia: We know; our children told us that a certain doctor visited the school yesterday to demonstrate his latest invention of "regression pills." The man must be an expert in his line of work.
Randy: He is… if everything in his line of work has more than one ass (Several of the adults laugh).
Liane (to Aaron and Sylvia): But what exactly did you two do that involved genetic engineering?
(Aaron and Sylvia look at each other, as if they are thinking up their response without any verbal discussion)
Aaron: I'm afraid we cannot discuss that; it's classified.
Stuart: Classified? You made a fortune and you can't even tell anyone how?
Sylvia: Sorry, Mr. McCormick, we would tell you, but we're sworn to secrecy by the CIA.
Carol (under her breath): Damn.
Aaron: We can tell you about anything else we did regarding the CIA, but we cannot talk about our work in the genetic engineering department.
Sharon: Did you every use your expertise to catch any criminals?
Sylvia: Yes, several. We worked together with a group of America's brightest minds to put dozens of dangerous and deadly masterminds behind bars.
Randy: What all did you do?
Aaron: We did extensive DNA research, we developed new methods of monitoring underground activity, and we revolutionized various ways of tracking people down. All without violating the rights spelled out in the Amendments of the United States Constitution. Well, mostly, at least.
Gerald: That's good. "Mostly" is what the government always goes for.
(Cut to: the Morales Residence, Kitchen. Several of the adults are helping Aaron and Sylvia with the dishes.)
Aaron (putting some dishes away): As soon as we're done cleaning up, we'll show you around the house.
Sharon (helping Sylvia at the sink): It's quite beautiful from the outside.
Sylvia: Thank you, Sharon. My husband and I were just in luck that such a house could be found out here in the country.
(The children are in the next room. Kevin and Shelly stand next to each other and they look at each other without saying a word.)
Kevin: Hey (Silence).
Shelly: What's up? (More silence)
Kevin: Nothing much (After more silence, the two of them smile at each other).
(Cartman is back on Butters' iPad. He seems to be struggling with accessing some files. Ike bounces over to him and looks over his shoulder.)
Cartman (noticing him): Oh, hey, Ike.
Ike: What are you doing?
Cartman: Hacking into the CIA mainframe. But I can't access the files under genetic engineering.
(Ike takes the iPad from Cartman and presses a few keys. Then he hands the iPad back to him. Cartman gazes at Ike in amazement.)
Ike: There you go.
Cartman (still stunned): Well, thanks for your help, Ike (He goes back to searching for a certain group of files).
(Karen appears to be a little uneasy, as she's the youngest person there with the exception of Ike. Quincy notices and walks over to her.)
Quincy (putting his arm around her shoulders): Everything alright?
Karen (nervously): I… I guess so. I don't do too well in crowds, and my family rarely gets invited to other people's houses. I mean, your living room alone is almost as big as our house.
Quincy: Well, you shouldn't feel anxious. You're welcome at our home.
Karen: I appreciate the gesture, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm never really that nervous, as long as my guardian angel is watching over me.
Quincy (raising an eyebrow): Guardian angel?
Karen: Yeah. He's always looking out for me, and he occasionally visits me when I'm supposed to be asleep. In a way, he reminds me of my brother Kenny.
Quincy: Fascinating.
(Cut to: the Morales Residence, Second Floor. Aaron and Sylvia are in the middle of giving their guests a tour of their house. They stop outside a locked door. While Aaron digs around in his pocket for the key, Sylvia turns to the group.)
Sylvia: Behind this door are the prototypes of several of the devices my husband and I helped to create when we worked for the CIA. In order to ensure their safety, we keep this door locked at all times.
Aaron (removing the key from his pocket): Even if someone were to make a copy of this key, they wouldn't be able to get the door open without tripping the alarm (he inserts the key into the doorknob and turns it until a "click" is heard). You see, we installed a security system in this room that is automatically activated once the door is locked. However, this key in my hand has a microchip implanted in the front that deactivates the alarm when turned correctly.
Gerald: That makes perfect sense to me. They've used those types of keys in banks for decades. They're used to activate a silent alarm when a robbery is under way.
Sylvia: Exactly (Aaron pushes the door and holds it open for the others).
Aaron: Look around all you want, but don't touch anything!
(Cut to: the Secret Room. It is dimly-lit, and it is full of podiums. The podiums are evenly spaced out with about five feet of space from each other in any direction. There is an object sitting in each podium protected by a cubical glass dome. In front of each dome, there is a small control panel.)
Kyle: You invented all of these?
Aaron: Not by ourselves. A few of them we made on our own. We were just members of a team that made the rest of them.
(Red steps up to a podium that holds what appears to be a type of thick laser-pen.)
Red: What's in here?
Sylvia: That's the Electromagnetic Lighter. It can be used to locate any sort of hidden substance on a carpet, clothes, or other surface. Think of it as a more advanced version of the "blue light" method employed the police. It can be adjusted to search for a specific form of radiation.
Aaron: Here, I'll give you a demonstration (He steps over to this podium and enters a code into the data panel. The top of the glass dome opens up on a hinge. Aaron reaches inside and extracts the device). When modified properly, this device can be used to find residue from anything, especially from bodily fluids (Several of the men snicker. Aaron simply ignores them and adjusts the device). For example, I can find out if any of you suffered an injury earlier today, as the Tracker is presently set to make red blood cells glow. (He presses a button on the top of the pen and a bright light starts glowing from it. It gets wider the further it travels, and at a distance it is wide enough to cover a whole human being. As Aaron moves the light down the room, several of their guests start glowing small amounts in various areas). It would appear as though a few of you may have suffered injuries within the past few days. Most of them minor. But there's one that has me a little concerned.
Sharon: Concerned in what way?
Aaron: It appears as though Mrs. Testaburger might have severely injured her thigh, or something in close proximity to it, as I am picking up a huge cluster of blood particles located around- (his wife quickly elbows him) On second thought, forget what I just said (Out of courtesy, mostly everyone pretends they did not hear what Aaron just said. Except for Mr. Testaburger).
Mr. Testaburger (to his wife): Is that why you've been a little moody lately? (She just glares at him in annoyance)
Sylvia: I believe you all get the idea (Aaron puts the Electromagnetic Lighter back in its dome and seals the case back up).
Lola: What's in this one? (She points to a dome further down the room. It is holding an object that appears to be an airhorn attached to a remote control and a computer screen.
Aaron: That's the Sound Restrictor. It can be calibrated to localize any certain sound within a specified distance. It is really useful when trying to find, say a ringing cell phone in a loud room or to track an approaching vehicle. It can also be used to eavesdrop on a conversation, even if it's taking place in the next room.
Cartman: Sounds like my kind of gadget. Have you yourselves ever used it to eavesdrop on someone?
Sylvia: No, it can only be used like that when investigating criminal activity. We couldn't even legally use it to listen in on our children's phone calls.
Quincy (drily): How fortunate for us.
(Bebe is standing in the center of the room in front of the middle podium. This podium holds an object that looks like someone took the nozzle of a hairdryer and attached it to a rectangular metal container and fitted it with several sheets of aluminum and a keyboard.)
Bebe: What's in this container?
Sylvia: Oh, that happens to be our most valuable creation. We simply named it the Gene Chaser. It can use the satellite web around the planet to track any person on the planet.
Stan: How does it manage that?
Aaron: First, we'd need a sample of the individual's DNA. A fingerprint, hair follicle, blood sample, or even a single cluster of skin cells would suffice. The computer is then able to seek out and locate a much larger collection of this DNA, which – of course – would be a human being. It's all too complex to explain in full, but the important thing is that it can find anyone anywhere at any time with the person's DNA.
Wendy: Now that is just amazing.
Cartman: Do you ever use any of the devices in this room?
Sylvia: We can use them in this room literally, but we must contact the CIA for their authorization if we plan to utilize them outside this room for their intended uses.
Kyle: But if these are the prototypes, then aren't they essentially your property?
Aaron: Technically speaking, they are. But we gave the rights for usage to the CIA when we worked there. While we are allowed to keep the original models, we are bound by law not to use them without the CIA's permission.
Randy: Nice to see that we have some citizens in this town who are both high-class and law-abiding. Most of the time those two adjectives are contradictory (Everyone laughs).
Sylvia: Well, I guess that's it for this floor. Let's proceed to the third floor. In one room, we have one invention that no one in the CIA knows about. It also happens to be our children's first invention.
Stan: Do you mean the Holo-Room?
Sylvia: Indeed I do, Stan. Everyone, follow me (the group heads out the door. Stan and Wendy are the last to leave).
Stan (whispering): We're almost there. All we have to do is find a way to get rid of everyone so that we'll have the Holo-Room to ourselves.
Wendy (smiling, whispering): I can barely contain my excitement, Stan. Your cologne is really starting to rub off on me.
Stan (smiling back): Patience, Wendy. In just a few hours, we'll be in each other's' arms, and then the evening really kicks off.
(The two of them leave the Secret Room and Aaron locks to door to it back up.)
Note: The next chapter will get hot, trust me! By the way, one thing I'd like to know in your review; do you like my portrayal of Kenny without his hood? I always thought that of the four boys, Kenny has the most complex personality. While his principal defining trait (other than his "curse," of course) may be his addiction to sex, it is notable that he is very protective of his sister Karen and very loyal to his friends. What do you think? Did I do him justice?