Chance Moore finally moved all of his boxes into his new house.

He had just moved to South Park, Colorado, because his dad got a job here. Chance had ruffled sandy blonde hair, a gray jacket, and a gray baseball cap. He really hoped his time getting friends here would be easy.

All his boxes here stacked in his otherwise empty room, and he sat on one of them. "Hey, there, son," his dad said, walking in. "Tomorrow, you'll be going to school. Do you know what you're wearing?"

Chance looked at his dad with a look that said, "Really?", and his dad left.

He began to unpack his boxes, and when they were all unpacked, he sat on his bed and switched on his TV. "Chance?" His dad asked, walking in.

"What?" Chance said, in his voice that sounded similar to Kyle's.

"There's some kid at the door. He wants to meet you." His dad replied. Chance got up and walked out of his room. He went down the stairs and went to the front door, and noticed Butters standing at the door.

"Hey there!" Butters said.

"Oh, hey," Chance said.

"I'm Butters, nice to meet you!" he introduced.

Chance was silent, until he realized he was supposed to introduce himself as well. "I'm Chance Moore," He said plainly. "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too!" Butters exclaimed."Where did you come from?"

Chance replied, "I came from Chicago."

"Oh, well that's neat-o!" Butters said. With that, he walked away, and Chance closed the door.

"Who was it, Chance?" his mom asked from the top of the stairs.

"Just some kid," Chance said. After he said this, he climbed the stairs, entered his room again, and again sat on the bed to watch TV.

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Butters reported back o the boys. "His name is Chance Moore," He said to Cartman.

"So, what's he like?" Kyle asked Butters.

"Shut up, Kyeeeeel!" Cartman shouted. "So Butters, what's he like?"

"He seems like a pretty neat guy," Butters replied. "He's from Chicago."

"Chicago?" Stan asked.

"Yeah!" Butters exclaimed.

Kenny said something muffled, and laughed.

"That's gross, dude!" Kyle said in response.

"Huh, we should invite him over to our table tomorrow!" Stan suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," Kyle said as well.

Cartman said, "I think that idea sucks!"

"Kenny, what do you think?" Kyle asked.

Right as Kenny was about to answer, a wooden beam from the old falling down clubhouse they'd made crushed him, splattering his blood everywhere.

"Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" Stan exclaimed.

"You bastards!" Kyle shouted.

After a few seconds of awkwardness were over, Stan said, "Well, I guess he's sitting at our table tomorrow."

Cartman growled, shortly before saying, "Screw you guys, I'm going home!" With that, he left the clubhouse, and walked home in the darkness of night.