Ike's Wee Wee The School counselor is fired during one fourth grade seminar on drugs because a bag of weed goes missing. Oscar's the culprit. Then his Jewish friend has news, his baby brother Ike is having his Bris, his penis circumcised... Bart and Oscar try to stop the ritual. Hilarity insues.
Based on a South Park episode of the same name.
PlotIt is fourth grade class. Mrs Krabappel is having to do an anti drug seminar instead of a lesson today.
Boy with shades was running along the desks again and Oscar was talking nonsense about dumb stuff.
"I'm just saying the world would work better if pineapples were explosive." said Oscar. Some of third grade was there too for some reason.
Ace the vampire kid winced.
"Okay take your seats, children! Our school counselor will be telling you about why drugs are bad..." Mrs Krabappel sighed. Everyone was already sat at their desks except Lewis and a girl named Nina. Then when the school counselor came in they all sat down.
The school counselor had a speech impediment. Not as funny as Mr Mackey's, Mmmmmmkay? But still funny.
Bart and his friends made fun of the way the school counselor spoke and cleared their throat.
Bart cleared his throat.
"That's quite a nasty cough you have, Bart." said the counselor, not realizing Bart was taking the mick.
Milhouse coughed an exaggerated cough.
"Oh my! I think we have a bug going round today!" said the counselor, not realizing. Mrs Krabappel face palmed.
"Now class I'm aware it's a bit stuffy in here but settle down."
Ace coughed deliberately and exaggerated.
Okay first up Smoking is bad. You shouldn't smoke. Okay children?" said the counsellor clearing his throat by coughing a lot. "Next alcohol. Alcohol is also bad, you shouldn't drink alcohol! Then we go onto drugs..."
Everyone looked bored or were making fun of the counsellor.
"Any questions?" said the counselor. Oscar put up his hand. "Yes, Oscar?"
"Why do some animals like dogs have cold wet noses?" Oscar asked an irreverent question. His teddy bear crawled up onto his lap and smooshed his wet slimy black nose into Oscar's face, pressing against his nose. "Uuuuugh!" Oscar groaned in disgust.
The class laughed at Oscar for bringing in his teddy bear.
"Okay class settle down." said the counselor. Everyone stopped laughing. "Now I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that question, sonny. But for now let us get back to the subject of drugs. First up we will be discussing Marijuana. Marijuana or cannabis is bad, children. Now I have a sample of it in this little bag. Get a sniff of it so next time you suspect one of your school friends has some you can recognise the smell to look out for. Then pass it on." He passed a bag of weed to the children. Obviously something goes wrong...
"Hey Oscar, are you coming to my brother Ike's party this weekend?" A nerdy looking boy with a big ginger jewfro and glasses wearing a yarmulke asked Oscar.
"Why? Is it his birthday, Jurkle?" Oscar asked.
"No it's his Bris." Jurkle replied.
"What's a Bris?" Milhouse asked.
"I don't know but there's gonna be lots of party food, and games! And Krusty's dad is gonna be there to perform the Bris!" said Jurkle.
"Oh cool!" said Oscar.
"Why Rabbi Krustofski?" Bart asked.
"Because Rabbi Krustofski is his local rabbi!" said Oscar. "He goes to Rabbi Krustofski's synagogue."
"I knew that..." Bart sulked.
Eric Cartman was about to be racist about Jews.
"Don't even think about it Cartman!" Oscar warned him as Bart aimed his slingshot at him.
"And there's gonna be a band!" said Jurkle.
"Oh sweet!" said Oscar.
The school counselor moved on from the topic of Marijuana.
"Okay are you kids finished with that Marijuana yet? If so, pass it up." said the counselor. None of the fourth graders visibly had the Marijuana.
"Okay moving onto LSD. Children LSD or Lysergic acid diethylamide is bad, okay?" He talked about LSD.
Oscar snickered deviously as he put the bag of Marajuana in his backpack. Yes he gets away with it. Don't ask how he does. I know it's stupid.
"LSD was made famous by musicians such as Jimmy Hendrix." said the counselor.
"And Lyserg from Shaman King is named after it!" said Oscar.
Lyserg from Shaman King grimaced at Oscar.
"Yes I'm sure he is Oscar, but please do not shout out okay?" said the counselor.
"Okay, sir." said Oscar coughing deliberately to take the Mick out of him.
"Hey do we have to bring your brother presents?" Bart asked Jurkle.
"I don't know. I should ask my mom." said Jurkle.
"Well you better hurry! It's this weekend?" said Bart.
"Children are you paying attention?" The counselor asked.
"Sorry sir!" Bart apologized.
"That's okay, Bart." said the counselor.
Bart coughed an exaggerated cough and his friends giggled.
"Now children have you passed that marijuana up yet? Kids, where is that marijuana...?" None of the kids had it. "Well, one of you must have it! Oh dear..."
...
In Principal Skinner's office, he was angrily yelling at someone.
"How could you be so stupid?! Not to mention flouting various school rules bringing in marijuana!" Skinner yelled. "Then giving it to children?!"
"I'm so sorry! Really Principal Skinner! I don't know what happened!" The counselor was shaking like a leaf.
"I'm afraid sorry doesn't cut it, George!" said Skinner furious with him.
The counselor gulped like Curly.
"As it is the cops have been called to strenuously and heavily search every single student!" said Skinner.
Wiggum was outside the school doing a very bad job of keeping students on the school grounds and thoroughly searching them. Oscar and Jimbo, Kerne and Dolph went home.
Wiggum didn't even heed his police dogs picking up the scent of marijuana from Oscar and growling and yanking at their leashes.
"Officer Sniffy, I've told you about this! Stop getting aroused by that boy's dog! Yes, I know she looks pretty..." said Wiggum to one of the police dogs. Oscar was walking home with his Alsatian.
Back in Skinner's office.
"You leave me no choice, George." said Skinner. "Because of this embarrassing incident you leave me with only one option. You're fired!"
"Fired?!" George the counselor gasped. "But where will I go? What will I do?"
"Frankly my dear George, I don't give a damn..." said Skinner. Hehehe! Gone With The Wind! "Now go and empty out your desk and get the hell out!"
The counselor cried and went to his office to pack his things and leave.
"Ach! I think ye were too harsh on him, Skinner..." said Willie.
"Get back to work, Willie!" Skinner yelled.
"Aye..." Willie sighed.
At the Power Plant.
Homer was asleep at his console as usual.
Suddenly monkey surgeons bursted in chattering and playing with the buttons. Sirens and the red emergency lights came on but Homer slept through the whole moment of madness.
Then Bill Cosby came in speaking gibberish. "Herble Lerble! Wakey Wakey! Ah ah ah!"
Homer stirred in his sleep.
Bill sighed and left.
Then the Treehouse of Horror Gremlin scuttled in and started dismantling the console that controlled most of the reactors and electronics of sector 7G. Causing severe malfunctions and small fires.
(Gremlin muttering) the gremlin ripped out wires.
Paranoid Bart ran in frightened and tried to wake Homer.
"Dad! There's a gremlin in here!"
"Stupid imaginary gremlin..." Homer moaned in his sleep.
School, remedial room.
Ralph Wiggum was attempting to jam a fork into a power socket.
Oscar came in and saw Butters playing with the toys and singing Joni Mitchell.
"Ooooooooeeeeooooo ooooo oooooh! Oooooooooeeeeeoooo oooo ooooh!"
Oscar smiled.
"Butters you're annoying the pyromaniac leprechaun!" Ralph frowned. "Must start fires..." He went off to fetch some petroleum.
Oscar frowned at Ralph.
The remedial room for the disabled kids had a TV on. Roofi was on.
Oscar winced. He changed the channel. Now Happy Little Elves was on. He sat and watched.
...
Otto was rocking out to Spinal Tap when he dropped off Bart, Lisa and Milhouse.
"Man, that blow's getting searched..." said Milhouse.
"I don't like Daddy's work friends anymore! They touched my bad area!" Ralph whined.
"No fair! We didn't even get to see any of that marijuana!" Bart grumbled.
"I wonder who has it right now...?" Milhouse asked.
...
At Uncle Buck Tamaki's flat.
"Hey there sport! Had a good day at school today?" said Oscar's uncle Buck clearly smoking a joint.
"It was so so." said Oscar, "I got a present for you!"
"Well ain't that nice!" said his uncle getting up to see what it was.
"I got you some marijuana!" said Oscar giving him a bag of Marijuana.
Uncle Buck Tamaki screamed like Homer.
"What's wrong?" Oscar asked.
Uncle Buck had to be deadly serious for a moment as he held Oscar's wrists tightly but not enough to hurt him. "Oz this is serious. Where did you get this?"
"The school counselor. He was doing some drugs seminar and gave it to us to look at so I swiped it!" said Oscar pleading. "I thought you'd like it. Please don't be mad!"
Buck released him and face palmed sighing heavily. "Kiddo, you're too young to understand this but... when I smoke this stuff I use my own supply. It is illegal to buy or sell it! You could get in a lot of trouble!"
"Wiggum didn't see anything. I think he's missing a few hundred brain cells..." said Oscar.
"Well... thanks for the weed. But don't ever do this ever again! Understood?" Uncle Buck said deadly serious.
"Okay Unky." said Oscar.
There was an awkward pause. "So Jurkle, this Jewish boy in class is having a party. So I won't be around Saturday." Oscar explained.
"That's okay. I kinda need you out of the house because you know it's a drug thing.
"Say no more Unky." said Oscar.
He went out, he had things to do anyway. Ie help Jurkle buy party food for his baby brother's Brisk.
He met Jurkle at the ethnic district.
But he heard this...
"Come on Ike! Kick the baby!" Kyle was kicking his baby brother again.
"DUDE! NOT FUNNY!" Oscar snapped.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
...
To catch up with the South Park counter part since there's no Chef, Bart is owed another favor from Krusty. Plus, he saved him from prison and reunited him with his father and all that. Bart was in Krusty's office.
"Krusty, what's a Bris?" Bart asked him.
Krusty spat out his coffee. "Ohohoho no! I ain't answering that one...!" Krusty found the question cringeworthy.
"Please Krusty..." Bart asked.
Krusty sighed.
"It's when a baby boy of a Jewish family is circumcised!" said Krusty.
"Cool! We're you circumcised?" Bart asked him.
"Yes! Now that's not the sort of question you ask people!" Krusty yelled.
"I was just asking..." Bart whined.
Krusty groaned. "I need a drink... Mr Teeny get me some vodka..."
Mr Teeny screeched and roller skated over to the drinks cabinet and poured Krusty some vodka and gave him a shot glass of vodka and the bottle.
Plot 2Jurkle and Oscar are running errands for Jurkle's parents to get ready for his Brother's Bris.
Cartman was annoying them by getting Ham.
"They can't have ham you fat fuck!" Oscar swore at him and called him fat.
Jurkle winced covering his ears because of a Oscar swearing.
"Aye! I'm not fat you hippy!" Cartman yelled.
"I can't have ham! It's not kosher!" Jurkle explained.
Bart was in the ethnic store.
"Guys! I know what a bris is!" said Bart.
"Oh what is it?" Jurkle asked.
"It's when a very young boy is circumcised." said Bart.
"Oh dear." said Oscar.
"That's not good?" Jurkle asked.
"No, Jurkle. It's when a boy's err... (Oscar is embarrassed to say) wiener is cut."
Bart smirked.
"Aye! That's not how you call it, Oscar! You call it a fire truck!" said Cartman angrily.
"A fire truck?!" Bart started chuckling.
"Yes that's the proper way to say it or you get a spanking." said Cartman.
"Well maybe you like having the vocabulary of a four year old but I'm calling it a wiener." said Oscar. "And besides since when have you ever been spanked?! Your mom spoils you rotten! Maybe she should spank you once in a while!"
"Maybe your parents should have spanked you once in a while Oz..." said Bart in a mood with Oscar over something. "My dad Homer chokes me a lot with his bare hands."
"Bart... My parents used to beat me! There's a fine difference between a beating and a spanking." said Oscar.
"No, there isn't!" said Lisa.
"Oh look the looney liberal brigade! It's that manner of you can't raise a hand to your kid that explains why there's brats like Cartman running around!" Oscar ranted.
Lisa seethed.
"Guys can I just do my shopping..." Jurkle sighed.
"Okay buy latkes. I really, really love latkes..." said Oscar.
Jurkle winced. "There's gonna be latkes Oz, don't worry."
...
At Moe's the school's guidance counselor was there drowning his sorrows with duff beer.
"Oh for crying out loud! He's bringing the whole bar down!" said Moe.
"What we need is a good laugh..." said Homer. "Unfortunately I don't know any good jokes. But I sure as hell know good humour more than that boring nerd Marge was watching on a comedy gala the other week!"
"Yeah you said it Homer!" said Lenny.
Suddenly the bar's telephone rang. "Yeah hello?" Moe asked the caller.
"Is there a Jacque there? Jacque Strap?"
"Okay I'm looking for a Mr Strap. First name Jacque. Jacque Strap... Hey everybody! I'm looking for a jock strap!" Moe yelled.
Everyone in the bar laughed.
"Oh! It's you isn't it?!" Moe yelled at the prankster. "If I ever get ahold of you I'll slice open your belly!"
...
Bart was the prank caller. He laughed hysterically as Moe put down the phone.
"Bart, that strange kid from Colorado is here." said Marge.
Stan came running in in panic. "Dude you have to ask your Jewish friend to stop his brother's Bris!"
"Why would I do that?" Bart rolled his eyes.
"Because I know what a Bris is! It's where a boy has a circumstition and! They chop off his wee wee!" Stan yelled.
Bart face palmed. "Dude that's not what happens! It's a circumcision and they only cut off the foreskin..." Bart explained. "Dude we're in the same grade. How can I be far more mature than you?!"
"I'm mature! I'm in an R rated cartoon with swears!" Stan yelled.
"Dude. You're in fourth grade yet you use kindergarten terms for genitals. The only time you use any explicit language is when you and your friends swear!" Bart sighed.
"Hey shut up man! Our show is edgy and cool!" said Stan storming off somewhere.
Bart rolled his eyes.
...
At Jurkles.
"Ah sweetie, you're just in time to help put up the decorations for your baby brother's party!" said his mom.
"I'd be happy to help, mom." said Jurkle helping out.
"Oh isn't our son so well behaved?" His mom said to her husband. One of Rabbi Krustofski's Rabbi friends.
"Well at least I'm not dysfunctional and prone to listening to my friend's ridiculous and childish stories about things." said Jurkle. "Oh and by the way Mom, those kids from South Park are going around saying a Bris is where a boy gets his er wee wee chopped off."
"Oh my!" His mom gasped.
"Those poor children... where do they get their ideas..." said Jurkle's dad. "I blame video games..."
"Well I have a surprise for you sweetie." said Jurkle's Mom to him.
"Oooooh! Can I see it now?" Jurkle asked.
"Why sure! Your cousin is coming over for the weekend!" said Jurkle's Mom.
Jurkle was horrified when his even nerdier cousin arrived.
"I'm baaaaaaack!" said his cousin.
Jurkle screamed.
...
Oscar has news for Bart and finds him outside the Kwik e mart.
"Bart!" He is panting with exhaustion along the way. "I have news! Kyle from South Park has got a pet elephant!"
Bart spits out the mouthful of Squishee he had. "What?! So they're just copying storylines now?! No way!" Bart yelled. "Come on, Oz! I won't stand for this laziness!"
They ran off to South Park and yelled "Simpsons did it!" At Kyle's house until he came out hopping mad.
"Okay! My show copied yours! I'll get rid of my elephant!" Kyle yelled.
Butters appeared.
"Guys! You're not gonna believe this! But Kenny got trapped down a well!"
"Simpsons did it! Simpsons did it!" Bart and Oscar chanted.
"Okay! He didn't then! Geez! So we copied off of you. I'd say that mention of Kyle having an elephant was a reference to your show! Not lazy writing and poor research!" Butters ranted.
"Come on let's go home, Oz." said Bart smugly.
...
At Jurkles house.
They're having dinner.
It is a beef dish with a Yiddish name.
"Um Aunty, what is in this?" Jurkle's cousin asks.
"It's beef (Throat clearing and phlegm hawking sounds) It's delicious!" said Jurkle.
"Oh I can't eat beef! I'm pescatarian now!" said the cousin.
"Oh dear! I'll cook you some nice fish dear!" said Jurkle's Mom.
Jurkle stirred at his dinner with his fork and muttered in a silly Meh Meh Meh! Voice about how he doesn't get to choose his dinner.
"Jurkle don't kvetch... oy vey..." said his father admonishing him for whining. Kvetch is Yiddish for whining, fretting or moaning about something.
After dinner, Jurkle was doing his homework. But his cousin was bothering him while eating kosher crackers. He would eat a cracker while breathing heavily and occasionally quoting Yoda.
"You will be! (Heavy breathing) you will be!" Was what one of his heavy bouts of asthmatic breathing sounded like.
Jurkle frowned and covered his ears before slamming his face onto his homework book.
It was bed time. Jurkle had to share his bed with his cousin. As he got under the covers he took his big thick black rimmed glasses off and put them on his nightstand.
"Oh but I must be careful to get up and go to the toilet in the night as I'm prone to forget and I wet the bed sometimes!" said the cousin.
Jurkle frustrated hide under his covers.
"Goodnight sweeties!" Jurkle's Mom kisses then goodnight.
...
Bart and Oscar are getting ready that weekend for Ike's Bris.
"Um Oscar it's very difficult for the readers to imagine what Jurkle looks like with just text..." said Bart as he brushed his spikes.
"He looks like Neil Goldman from family guy but smaller and younger. And always wears a yarmulke." said Oscar not bothering to dress up nice. "Actually just to annoy you, I'm gonna say he looks like Chuckie Finster..." Oscar smirked.
Bart gave him a gentle dig on the arm. Oscar winced and rubbed his sore arm.
"Are you not even gonna put on a nice shirt?" Bart asked him.
"Nope. I'm already wearing a clean set of clothes. And that's an effort from me!" said Oscar.
Bart sighed as he finished combing his spikes.
"Why am I even going to this party? Jewish Milhouse is your friend!" said Bart.
"Hey! He is not a Jewish Milhouse! He is his own character!" Oscar ranted.
"How is he?" Bart asked.
"He er... he is a stereotypical nerdy Jew with all the negative stereotypes such as greed over money, hypochondria and nose bleeds." said Oscar.
Lisa came in with a note pad. "So let me get this straight. Jurkle is ginger haired, a real carrot top..."
"Yep." said Oscar.
"Hair style?" Lisa asked.
"Wild and spiked like mine." said Oscar pointing to his over grown hair.
"Any distinguishing features?" Lisa asked.
"Yeah. He wears big thick rimmed glasses like Bart's nerd glasses when he had that lazy eye." said Oscar. "And freckles."
"Okay..." said Lisa.
"On the other hand he could be that buck toothed Jewish kid in Ms MacConnell's class..." said Oscar.
Lisa winced.
Bart and Oscar are dropped off at Jurkle's house for the Bris. The four South Park boys, Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny are there harassing Jurkle's parents by insisting Ike is gonna get his wee wee chopped off.
"Oh no..." Jurkle sighs as the South Park boys continue to be stupid.
"You guys have the right nerve to be showing up here..." said Oscar annoyed at Stan, Kenny, Kyle and Cartman.
"He means you have a real chutzpah to be showing up here, Kyle." said Jurkle to Kyle.
"Jurkle, just because I'm a practicing Jew doesn't mean I'm a walking stereotype and can fluently understand Yiddish... I understand what Oscar said better." said Kyle.
Jurkle's parents tried to set the stupid boys straight but they imagined Jurkle's Mom and Dad as monsters with giant scissors for arms.
"Let us chop off your wee wee!" The monsters with scissors for arms said to the South Park boys.
They scream and run off.
"Oh well, they're gone. That's a relief." said Jurkle.
"What is wrong with those kids?" said Jurkle's Dad.
"Oh they're just misinformed, dear." said a Jurkle's Mom.
...
In South Park the boys ask Chef what a Bris is. He is reluctant to answer. "Boys what is the most sacred thing to a man?"
"Is it ham?" Cartman asked.
"It's not ham you fat fuck!" Kyle yelled.
"Ay! Don't call me fat! You hippy Jew fucker!" Cartman yelled.
Kyle whacked him hard with Ike as a club.
"Oof! It's ham isn't it?" said Cartman.
"Goddamn it children! This is serious!" Chef ranted.
At the Bris at Jurkle's house.
The party was just getting started. Oscar was teasing Jurkle by taking his yarmulke.
"Hey give me my yarmulke back!" Jurkle whined.
Jurkle's Mom was so fed up with these antics she opened a packet of Soreen. Mmmmmm Cakey bread... And it completely froze reality like someone had hit pause on a remote. This meant Oscar and Jurkle were frozen in silence.
Jurkle's Mom ate some Soreen with butter. While she did this Jurkle silently ran up to Oscar and snatched back his yarmulke.
Plot 3At the Bris Rabbi Krustofski arrived. He spoke politely to Jurkle's parents as he got out his scalpels and stuff.
"Awwww... I wanted Krusty to be here..." Bart sighed.
"Bart, my parents are not gonna hire a clown to a Bris..." Jurkle sighed.
Krusty suddenly arrived laughing his trademark laugh. "Hey hey kids! Hooahahahaha!"
Jurkle facepalmed.
Then Jurkle recited from a scroll. He was talking in Hebrew that sounded almost like e was chanting or singing.
"OMG! He's speaking in tongues! Someone call an exorcist!" Oscar was being stupid.
"No he's not! He's speaking Hebrew!" Bart explained.
Then there was music. It was a bit like that gay retarded Jewish wedding scene in Family Guy's Road to Germany.
"I haven't seen so much merriment since that time I got Sideshow Bob stuck in some rakes." said Oscar dancing.
We cut to Sideshow Bob walking about plotting to murder Bart again. Suddenly he steps on the teeth of a rake and the handle flies up and smacks him in the face.
Sideshow Bob groans with an enraged grimace and walks in another direction only to get whacked by another rake. He goes in another direction and so on and so forth.
At Jurkle's house. "Where's your cousin, Jurkle?" Oscar asked him.
"In the bathroom probably." said Jurkle.
"I'm baaaaaaack!" said Jurkle's cousin. "From the bathroom."
Then Kyle came back.
"Oh great! Kyle what do you want?!" Oscar said annoyed at him.
"Behold! My Dad as a dolphin!" said Kyle as Dolphin Gérard appeared walking with a Zimmer frame and squeaking.
"Look everyone! I'm a dolphin!" said Gerald.
Bart face palmed.
Oscar's eye twitched as he was overcome by his autism. "Dolpha! Dolpha! Dolpha!" He squealed in an infantile manner.
Bart was mortified.
...
Oscar had soon calmed down from squealing about dolphins.
"Mom, why did you invite a clown? I don't like clowns." said Jurkle like Chuckie would.
Oscar smirked.
"I like clowns too. Haaauuuuw!"
Bart sighed.
Krusty murmured and smoked a cigar.
Then Phil and Tommy were arguing because Phil called him chocolate pants.
"I am not a poopy monster!" Tommy yelled.
"Hehehe! Babies and toilet humor..." Oscar giggled.
After Krusty told some bad jokes. "And the Hasidic Jew said this and the Sephardic Jew said, that's not my Shmegeckle! Hahahaha! Our language is hilarious..." said Krusty.
Anyhoo after he was finished making a fool of himself Jurkle was up playing his violin.
"Hehehe! Fiddler on the roof..." said Oscar.
Jurkle sighed at him mentioning that play.
"Oh we are so proud of our little boy aren't we darling?" said Jurkle's mom.
"Yes dear." said Jurkle's dad as they proudly waited for him to play.
Jurkle braced himself as he rested his fiddle on the strings of his violin. Suddenly he started playing Simian Segue from Donkey Kong Country badly. The violin screeched sharply from bad violin playing.
Everyone quickly covered their ears and showed their displeasure at Jurkle's bad violin playing.
Meanwhile Kyle tried to send Ike back to Canada because he was stupid this episode and thought a circumcision is where your bits are chopped off and so he tried to flee to Canada with Ike.
And South Park was memorable for this one line from Principal Victoria when she is telling of Mr Mackey for bringing in marijuana.
"We-hell, "sorry" isn't going to cut the cheese this time, mister! I'm afraid I'm going to have to suspend you from school." said Principal Victoria.
Oscar who was in her office sitting facing a corner for bad behaviour, laughed hysterically. "Cut the cheese..."
"Oscar be quiet!" Principal Victoria scolded him.
..
In reality because Oscar was day dreaming about South Park's namesake of this episode and talking loudly to himself about it while doing the voices.
"Oscar be quiet!" said Jurkle furrowing his brow and hissing each word with an icy tone. "You're talking over my uncle's story!"
"I got bored when he started muttering and jabbering and going on about how we kids don't appreciate things..." Oscar groaned.
Jurkle frowned at him.
Elsewhere Kyle tried to send Ike back to Canada.
Cartman tried to bring ham to his house.
Dolphin Gerald gasped at the forbidden meat.
Back at Jurkle's baby brother's bris Oscar was eating all the latkes. And the bagels too.