Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.
Knock knock!
Mr Garrison lifted his gaze up upon hearing the tapping on his classroom door.
"Come in!" he called.
The door slowly opened - and in walked the New Kid. He made his way silently into the quiet, vacant classroom. School was finished for the day and all of the other children had gone home. Yet he was to stay behind for a while with his teacher - for he was in detention.
"Oh there you are!" Mr Garrison exclaimed. "Shut that door behind you and take a seat!"
The New Kid said nothing. He let the door swing shut behind him as he made his way over to Garrison. He sat down at the single seat that was next to the teacher's desk.
"You are in a lot of trouble," Garrison said. "Isn't that right, Mr Hat?"
It was at that moment when Garrison raised his hand from behind his desk. The New Kid blinked upon seeing he was wearing the puppet that he used to communicate with his students, along with other people he met throughout the day.
"That's right," Garrison spoke in-character as Mr Hat. "We can't have you disrupting the class when Mr Garrison's trying to teach you like the good teacher he is."
The New Kid stared blankly. Despite having only recently joined the class, he'd been there long enough to know Garrison was far from a good teacher. It took barely any time to realise that he failed to teach his students anything at all.
"You have no one to blame but yourself for ending up in detention," Garrison continued. "And I don't care what your little friends in this class had to say to defend you; this is your fault - not Eric's!"
Still the New Kid said nothing. The whole reason he'd ended up in this detention was because Cartman had framed him for some trouble which the overweight boy had been causing in the class that day. Being the idiot that he was, Garrison had fallen for the false evidence that Cartman had planted to let the New Kid take the fall. Despite the insistence from the other students in the class that he was blaming the wrong person, Garrison had dished out this punishment to the New Kid that should've been given to Cartman.
The New Kid kept his emotions under control. He gave nothing away about how he felt about being placed in a detention which he didn't deserve. All he was focused on was how to escape from here - and to deal with Garrison.
"Well?" Garrison frowned sternly, trying to look like he was not a teacher to be messed with. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Of course, the New Kid didn't say anything. He just looked at the puppet without saying a word.
"Mr Garrison asked you a question!" Garrison raised his voice as held Mr Hat in front of the New Kid. "Speak!"
The New Kid didn't speak. He just averted his gaze from the pupper to his teacher - before getting up from the chair.
"Hey!" Garrison yelled. "I didn't give you permission to stand up! Return to your seat!"
The New Kid ignored him. He just pulled himself up onto Garrison's desk.
"What the hell d'you think you're doing?" Garrison roared. "That's my desk! You can't climb up on there! Get down!"
Garrison's orders fell on deaf ears. The New Kid took no notice of him as he perched himself onto the desk before turning his back onto the outraged teacher sitting behind it.
"What are you playing at?!" Garrison roared. "Out with it!"
The New Kid took Garrison's last three words as his cue. He took a deep breath, summoned all his energy, squeezed his eyes shut - and farted.
BRRRRRRRRRRP!
"Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!"
Mr Garrison gave an agonised, disgusted roar as the New Kid blasted gas into his face. The teacher coughed and choked as he began to puke harshly. The New Kid quickly jumped off the desk as Garrison sprayed his own puke all over it. Never had the classroom been filled with such a foul stench. The incredible power of the New Kid's fart had taken its intense effects on Garrison.
"Oh my god!" Garrison hollered between projectiling puke. "You filthy little turd! I can't believe you farted in my classroom! Farted in my face!"
The New Kid just stared at Garrison, taking in what he'd just done to his teacher. If he was feeling pleased with himself, he didn't show it. He remained as mute as always.
"I'm not having you stinking out this room! Not while I'm here!" Garrison spluttered, pointing towards the door. "Get outta my classroom! Get out, you disgusting little shit!"
The New Kid didn't wait to be told twice. He raced out of the room which he was leaving far sooner than initially expected. His plan to get out of detention had been worked perfectly. As far as he was concerned, the odour he'd left it in was the smell of success.
Left alone in his polluted classroom, Garrison continued to choke, covering his nose and mouth with his one hand as he tried to prevent himself from breathing in the awful aroma.
"That New Kid sure is a troublemaker in this class! Isn't he, Mr Hat?"
The sickened teacher held up his other hand, still controlling the puppet as he spoke on its behalf.
"He sure is, Mr Garrison! I hope that stinky little asshole dies!"
THE END