The Scars of Time

TAGS: [SCRIPTFIC] [PROSE] [ALTERNATING SCRIPT AND PROSE] [ALTERNATE UNIVERSE] [TIME TRAVEL] [ALTERNATE TIMELINES] [ACTION/ADVENTURE/HUMOR/ROMANCE] [INAPPROPRIATE HUMOR] [ADULTS TRAPPED AS THEIR KID SELVES] [KIDS BEING KIDS] [KIDS BEING ADULTS] [ADULTS BEING KIDS] [UNFINISHED WORK] [PRESENTED AS IS]

Notes: This is a project I started in 1999 and worked upon over the years. It's ultimately abandoned, posted only because I feel that it (in dialogue and characterization) is some of the best South Park I've written in the many years I've been doing this. One chapter, "All Along the Time Rift" is unfinished and, unfortunately, is integral to a key moment in one of the final chapters I've written. In this case, my outline notes will be used to finish it off. The notes at the end of the final chapter will give a brief synopsis of what would have happened afterward.

Also, my apologies for the awkward formatting. FFN is a fickle mistress in that regard.

Chapter One:
She's Got Issues

BLACK SCREEN

NARRATOR:
Previously on South Park-

The boys are on the playground. STAN is getting ready to hike a football until BEBE appears behind him.

BEBE:
Wendy breaks up.

STAN:
What?

KYLE:
Like Stan gives a crap if Wendy breaks up!

STAN puts his hands in his pockets and walks away, head down. The CAMERA then cuts to STAN's heartbroken reflection on the surface of Stark's Pond.

JIMMY:
*voice over*
Stan's says you're a cont... You're a cont- Suh-Stan says you're a cont- Cont-

The CAMERA then cuts to WENDY's front yard as STAN holds a boombox over his head.

WENDY:
*voice over*
Well, tell Stan to fuck off!

His expression drops when TOKEN appears in WENDY's widow and shuts the curtains.

JIMMY:
*voice over, cont'd*
-continuing source of inspiration.

At Raisins, the boys are sitting at a table. CARTMAN leans back in his chair and coddles his bulging stomach. STAN looks rather bored.

KYLE:
*voice over*
We just have to show him that there's other girls out there.

CARTMAN:
*strained*
Oh my god. You guys... This is the greatest place in the world.

STAN:
*annoyed*
Can we go, please?

The CAMERA then cuts to GOTH STAN drinking coffee with the GOTH KIDS.

KYLE:
*voice over*
What happened?

KYLE arrives to have words with STAN.

KYLE:
*voice over, cont'd*
Aren't you still wallowing in pain?

STAN:
*voice over*
I just realized that there's gonna be a lot of painful times in life-

STAN and KYLE are talking on the playground.

STAN:
*voice over, cont'd*
-so, I'd better learn to deal with it the right way.

TOKEN and WENDY walk past the boys. STAN and KYLE notice.

STAN:
Hey, Wendy!

They both turn to the boys.

STAN:
*cont'd*
You're a bitch. Token?

STAN flips the middle finger.

STAN:
*cont'd*
Right here, buddy.

The CAMERA then cuts to a shot of the town from the sign on the outer limits.

NARRATOR:
And now for tonight's special presentation!

CUT TO EXT. MARSH RESIDENCE – DAY
MUSIC CUE: "Positively Fourth Street" – Bob Dylan
During the establishing shot, the music is slightly muffled giving the effect that it's coming from within the house. A cat, running screen right from a barking dog, plows head first into the garbage cans at the curb and knocks them over with a loud metallic commotion. The two noisy animals continue off screen as TOKEN WILLIAMS enters from screen left and slowly approaches the MARSH's driveway. SHARON MARSH pokes her head out the front door to investigate what the commotion had been about and instead finds TOKEN.

INT. STAN'S ROOM – DAY
The muffled effect on the music suddenly lifts. Here STAN is lying on his bed and lobbing darts towards the opposite wall. He laughs after a dart embedding thud is heard.

STAN:
*laughing*
And Stan Marsh scores another point against the evil hose beast monster!

On the opposite wall one would find not a dart board, but a picture of WENDY complete with an inscription at the bottom that reads "i love you forever – Wendy."

STAN:
*cont'd*
He needs only to score one more hit to fell the hose beast terrorizing the town! Can he make it?!

Another dart is thrown and nails WENDY right in the eye. STAN laughs maniacally.

STAN:
*cont'd*
Right in the eye! Hell, yeah! See that, bitch?!
*pauses*
Oh, well, I guess you can't.

As he laughs, again maniacally, a knock comes from the door. He stops laughing, blinks, and promptly sits up.

STAN:
Dude, it's open.

The door swings open as RANDY MARSH steps into the room. He raises an eyebrow, eyes STAN for a moment, then the boom box on the dresser, STAN again, WENDY's dart riddled picture on the wall, the boom box, and then STAN for one final time. STAN all the while sits confused.

RANDY:
Stanley, I…I know you're probably still upset about...well, what happened two weeks ago, but I think it's time you found something else to listen to.

STAN:
What? Why? Listening to some guy put down some bitch makes me feel kinda warm and fuzzy on the inside.

RANDY:
Stan... You've been listening to this song over and over for well over a week now. I can take the holes in the wall, but Bob Dylan's singing is like rubbing a cat on a cheese grater. Also, Mrs. Kase-strasse next door has been complaining for days now.

STAN:
What?! Dude, what a bitch!

RANDY:
*sternly*
I know! I know!
*normally*
Just turn it off. Listen to something else for a change, like Toto-

STAN:
Eww...

RANDY:
-or whatever it is you kids listen to these days. I can't keep making excuses for you, Stan. Be a man.

STAN:
*sighs*
I guess you're right.

RANDY:
*beaming*
I'm glad you're finally coming around, son.
*eyeing the picture on the wall*
I'll...just leave you to your game of darts then.

Outside the house finds not only the music switching off, but TOKEN standing at the front door conversing with SHARON.

SHARON:
What brings you here, Token?

TOKEN:
*nervously*
So, uh, I was wondering if Stan was here?

Back in STAN's room, STAN has pulled out his nightstand and is crouching behind it.

STAN:
*darkly*
Through early morning fog I see...visions of the things to be...
*closes eyes*
...the pains that are withheld for me...

He peeks his head over the top of the table.

STAN:
*cont'd, darkly*
I realize and I can see...

STAN ducks back behind the table and screams.

STAN:
*cont'd*
DUDE!
*darkly, dramatically*
Holy shit! The psycho-hose beast nearly took my head off with her putrid gaze of hatred! I...just have to...time this...just right...

Just as STAN dives out from behind his cover and whips a dart at his target, SHARON opens the door.

SHARON:
*confused*
Stanley Marsh! What in-

The dart hits the wall at an angle causing it to ricochet off towards the boom box-

SHARON:
*cont'd, pissed*
-God's name-

-where it ricochets again towards STAN's bed-

SHARON:
*cont'd, pissed*
-are you-

-where it ricochets a final time off of a bedpost and embeds itself in the door frame near SHARON's neck.

SHARON:
*cont'd, pissed*
-doing?!

STAN:
*looks up from the floor*
Um... Nothing?

SHARON:
*sighs*
Just go downstairs and see what your little friend wants.

STAN:
*confused*
Little friend?

Back outside the front door finds TOKEN fidgeting uncomfortably. The door opens to reveal STAN looking quite confused.

TOKEN:
*nervously*
Uh... Hi.

STAN blinks in confusion before his face switches to that of one in anger.

STAN:
*calmly*
Hey, dude. What the hell do you want?

TOKEN:
*laughs nervously*
Uh, heh. Wendy, uh- Wendy sent me here to get some of her things.

STAN:
*calmly*
Really?
*pissed*
Look, dude. If the psycho-hose beast wants her crap-

TOKEN:
*confused*
Psycho-hose beast?

STAN:
*pissed*
-she can walk her happy ass here and get it herself. I'm not dealing with this middle-man crap.

TOKEN:
Look, man. If you want, I can stay here while you get her stuff.

STAN:
*glares*
Maybe you didn't hear me, asshole. I told you to get lost.

TOKEN:
Hey! There's no reason to be a shit-head about this!

STAN:
Look, dude. I like to think of myself as reasonable. So, that means, you've got five seconds to make yourself scarce before I kick your ass.

TOKEN:
*pissed*
Whatever. I don't need this.

After TOKEN storms away-

STAN:
*mutters*
Asshole boy-toy.

-STAN steps inside and slams the door.

CUT TO EXT. HAPPY BURGER – DAY
Establishing shot.

INT. HAPPY BURGER – DAY
Inside finds KYLE, CARTMAN, and KENNY sitting in a booth talking among themselves.

KYLE:
*excitedly*
-and there's supposed to be lots of realistic blood and gore and chopping off of limbs!

CARTMAN:
*excitedly*
Yes!
*orgasmically*
YEEEEEEESSSSS! I can smell...the sweet smell...of Jew blood!

KYLE:
Jew blood?
*raises an eyebrow, unimpressed*
Really, Cartman...?

STAN walks up to them and shoots them a quizzical look.

STAN:
*confused*
Did I...miss something?

KYLE:
I'm actually wondering that myself.

CARTMAN:
*rolls eyes*
I only meant that I'll be kicking your Jew ass at video games, Kahl.

STAN:
*sitting down*
I don't know, Cartman. I've seen Kyle kick your ass plenty of times.

KYLE:
Yeah!

CARTMAN:
Yeah, well, I'm gonna get Thirst for Blood 2: Quench That Thirst before any of you assholes and not let you play until I learn all the moves!

KYLE:
Dude, I got the demo yesterday in my copy of Okama Gamesphere Magazine. So, if anyone's kicking anyone's asses, it'll be me.

CARTMAN:
I- Shut up, Jew!

STAN:
Yeah, dude. Plus, the move list was leaked months ago on the internet.

CARTMAN:
*huffs*
Yeah, okay. Like that's going to matter.

STAN:
Frankly, I can't wait for it to come out. I need some death and destruction to get me through my emotional problems.

CARTMAN:
Hah! Pussy.

KYLE:
What's wrong, dude?

STAN:
*pauses*
The bitch and her boy-toy are trying to start shit with me.

KYLE:
That's gay.

CARTMAN:
*scoffs*
Okay, Stan. I rarely do this, but here's some free advice from me.
*pauses*
Just drop the bitch already.

STAN:
*blinks*
What?

CARTMAN:
Seriously. Just take that bitch and drop her...

CARTMAN shifts his eyes side to side and leans forward.

CARTMAN:
*cont'd, hushed*
...off a cliff.

STAN:
Dude! As much as I like the idea I don't think I could kill her.

CARTMAN:
*smugly*
Then you are a weaker man than I.

KYLE:
Dude, don't listen to Cartman.

CARTMAN:
*pissed*
Ay! Why the fuck not, Jew?!

KYLE:
*rolls his eyes*
Here, Stan. Maybe what you should do is-

CARTMAN huffs and looks off screen. After a moment, his eyes widen in surprise. He gasps audibly before bringing his head down to the table. He motions for the others to do the same.

CARTMAN:
*hushed*
You guys!

KYLE:
*hushed, irked*
What is it, fat ass?

CARTMAN:
*points, hushed*
Look over there!

In the direction of CARTMAN's indication, WENDY and TOKEN are sitting on the opposite side of the dining area near a soda fountain. WENDY, eating a leafy salad, raises an eyebrow at TOKEN as he takes a bite of his burger.

WENDY:
*miffed*
I thought we agreed that there wouldn't be any more animal killing, sweetie?

TOKEN:
*confused*
I don't remember agreeing to that...

WENDY glares at TOKEN.

CARTMAN:
*hushed, off screen*
What the hell are you doing, Jew?! Get down!

Going back to the boys reveals KYLE standing on the booth's seat to better look behind them.

STAN:
*hushed*
Dude, get down! She'll see you!

KYLE falls back to a sitting position.

KYLE:
*hushed*
What? I couldn't see!

CARTMAN:
*hushed*
Pfft! You're such a fag.

STAN:
*hushed, miffed*
That bitch. Of all the places she could have gone with her asshole boy-toy it had to be HERE.

KYLE:
*matter-of-factly*
Actually, the only other option would be Denny's...

STAN:
But that's all the way in Fairplay.

KYLE:
My point.

There is a pause.

STAN:
Touché.

CARTMAN starts giggling.

KYLE:
What's so funny, fat-ass?

CARTMAN:
*snickers*
Check this out!
*loudly with an altered voice*
Attention Happy Burger patrons. We have assholes near the soda fountain. I repeat: We have assholes near the soda fountain. Especially Wendy Testaburger. Boo! What a bitch! Thank you.

A silence falls over the restaurant as TOKEN and WENDY look around in shock and anger, respectively. WENDY roughly stands-

WENDY:
*miffed*
Stan Marsh, I swear to god-

-and accidentally knocks her dressing covered salad all over herself. Her face turns red in severe agitation.

WENDY:
*screams*
I just BOUGHT these pants!

Everyone including TOKEN laughs at her sudden outburst. KYLE can be seen poking his head out from behind a booth.

KYLE:
*laughing*
That was awesome!

When he disappears behind the booth, the CAMERA returns back to the boys and their hysterical fits of laughter.

TOKEN:
Wendy, I think maybe you should calm down a little.

WENDY:
*screaming*
Calm down?! Shut up, you asshole! Some fucking dick just insulted us and I've ruined my god damn pants! I have every reason to be fucking PISSED OFF!

KENNY, no longer able to keep himself upright, falls underneath the table as he laughs.

TOKEN:
*holds up his hands in defense*
I'm sure it'll come out if you wash it...

WENDY:
*silent for a beat*
...WHAT?!

TOKEN:
*nervously*
I said-

WENDY:
*pissed*
I fucking heard you! No defending my honor?! Just "wash your fucking pants"?!

Another much more pregnant silence falls over the restaurant. CARTMAN wipes tears from his eyes as he silently giggles. STAN and KYLE lean against each other to keep from falling under the table. The scene cuts to a giggling CLYDE and CRAIG nearby.

CRAIG:
*low*
He's fucked.

CLYDE:
*low*
I'm glad that's not me!

TOKEN:
Babe, please... You're causing a scene...

WENDY:
*pissed*
You're damn right I am!
*looks around*
I know you're behind this, Stan! So FUCK OFF, asshole!

WENDY storms off and shoves DOUGIE out of the way, who lands to the floor face first in his tray of food. TOKEN reluctantly follows.

WENDY:
*off screen, pissed*
And how many times have I told you that I hate being called "babe"?!

TWEEK:
*grabs his hair*
Gah! What a bitch!

BUTTERS:
Yu-you said it, boy howdy!

Back at the boys' table, as they recover from their fits of laughter, KENNY climbs out from under the table as CARTMAN leans back and gasps for air. KYLE straightens his hat and snickers. STAN wipes tears from his eyes.

STAN:
*snickering*
Fat ass, you just made my day.

CARTMAN:
*grinning*
You're welcome, homo.

There is a silence for a beat as the four boys look at each other. CARTMAN suddenly holds out a hand.

CARTMAN:
That'll be fifty dollars.

STAN plants his face into his palm.

CUT TO EXT. MARSH RESIDENCE – NIGHT
During the establishing shot, WENDY storms up to the door and angrily beats on it. The CAMERA cuts closer when the door opens to reveal a surprised STAN.

STAN:
*raises an eyebrow*
Uh, hi?

WENDY:
*pissed*
Don't you "hi" me, asshole! In case you're too stupid to figure it out, I'm here for my things!

STAN:
*disinterested*
Oh, right... Your things...

WENDY:
*pissed*
Is that all you have to say, cock gobbler?!

STAN:
*shrugs*
Well, it's just that both you and Token have been really vague with "things." Like, what things?

WENDY:
*pissed*
I don't have to take this from you, asshole! Token was right! You're being a total shit-head!

STAN:
*pissed*
Well, I don't appreciate you sending your freaking boy-toy around here!
*pauses*
And, seriously, what things?

WENDY:
*pissed*
And I don't appreciate what you and your fucking asshole friends did to us today at Happy Burger!

STAN laughs.

WENDY:
*pissed*
It wasn't funny, ass monkey! As soon as I figure out who the fuck it was I'm gonna strap both your asses to a god damn rocket!

STAN:
*bemused*
Actually, that was pretty funny. You know what's even funnier? Ditching your boyfriend and then dating some other dude an hour later.

WENDY's face loses her angry expression when STAN laughs again.

STAN:
*cont'd, smirks*
Hold on a sec, dude. I'll go get your "things."

He slams the door in her face. She genuinely looks upset for a brief moment before getting angry again.

WENDY:
*pissed*
You better not be fucking with me, mongoloid!

In STAN's darkened bedroom, KYLE is in the shadows looking out the window.

KYLE:
*low*
Wow... What a bitch.

The door opens allowing a rectangle of light to fill the room, save for a STAN-shaped void.

STAN:
Alright, dude. Guess I gotta give the bitch back her crap.

After KYLE nods, the scene shifts back to the front door where WENDY is still standing. She huffs-

STAN:
*off screen*
Bombs away!

-before looking up in shock. Several colorful water filled balloons fall and break on her, soaking her to the core.

WENDY:
*screaming*
IT'S FUCKING COLD!

STAN and KYLE poke their heads out the window. STAN laughs outwardly, while KYLE tries to hold it in with his hand.

WENDY:
*pissed*
Do you actually think this is FUNNY, assholes?!

As KYLE laughs into his hand some more, STAN throws a backpack out the window. WENDY screams as it narrowly misses her. She shivers as she glares angrily up at the boys.

STAN:
*harshly*
Freezing, Wendy? Well, now you outwardly match the inside of your cold, black heart.

WENDY picks the bag up off the ground and slings it over her shoulder.

WENDY:
*pissed*
What the fuck is your problem, asshole?

STAN:
*harshly*
You broke my heart, so I threw water balloons at you in the middle of winter. I'd say we're even now.

The angry expression on WENDY's face turns to one of sadness for the briefest of moments before going all out angry. She points a shaking finger up at STAN. Whether it is shaking in anger or from the freezing moistness is up for interpretation.

WENDY:
*pissed*
That's it! You better be watching your back, Stan Marsh! You want an enemy?! Well, you just fucking got one!

STAN:
*rolls eyes*
Whatever. Just leave me alone, dude.

He pulls himself back through the window and shuts it.

WENDY:
*pissed*
What-?! Whatev-?!

WENDY screams in frustration as she storms off. Back in STAN's room, STAN has slid down the wall and is sitting on the floor staring blankly into space.

KYLE:
Christ, dude. Was this a good idea? I mean, she's pretty pissed off.

STAN:
*shrugs*
She deserved it.

KYLE:
Well, yeah. She's a bitch, but you know as well as I do that she's not someone to be trifled with.

STAN:
*shrugs*
Whatever.

CUT TO EXT. WILLIAMS' RESIDENCE – NIGHT
During the establishing shot, WENDY storms up to the door and flings it open.

INT. WILLIAMS' RESIDENCE – LIVING ROOM
TOKEN is on the couch watching TV. His eyes go wide in shock as WENDY's backpack flies inches in front of his face.

TOKEN:
*surprised*
What the hell?

WENDY:
*pissed*
You need to go kick that sonova bitch's ass!

TOKEN:
*irked*
Maybe I should kick yours for almost killing me with a back pack.

WENDY:
*scoffs, pissed*
It's not all about you, Token! That cock-sucking mongoloid threw water balloons at me! You need to defend my honor!

TOKEN:
*irked*
Defend your honor? Personally, I think you should just let it go.

WENDY:
*pissed*
No! Because he never will!

TOKEN:
Actually, Stan hasn't said anything for two weeks. You're the one-

WENDY:
*pissed*
He won't leave us alone as long as we're together!

There is silence for a beat.

TOKEN:
Well... I have a solution then.

CUT TO EXT. STEVENS' RESIDENCE - NIGHT
The CAMERA is set up for a typical establishing shot.

WENDY:
*off screen, faint, echoes*
You what?!

BEBE opens her window and sticks her head out to look around.

BEBE:
*worried*
Oh, god... That doesn't sound good...

CUT TO EXT. SCHOOL PLAYGROUND – DAY TIME
STAN, KYLE, CARTMAN, KENNY, TWEEK, and BUTTERS are in a huddle.

STAN:
Okay. Here's the plan. I'll say a bunch of random stuff that has nothing to do with anything. Then someone throws me the ball or something.

KYLE:
Sounds good to me.

TWEEK:
*twitches*
Gah!

TOKEN walks up behind STAN and clears his throat.

TOKEN:
Hey, Stan.

The six boys get out of their huddle and form a line in front of TOKEN.

BUTTERS:
Gee whiz... Why is it whenever we play football someone has to talk to Stan?

TWEEK:
*grabs hair, twitches*
Gah! I dunno, man!

STAN:
*irked*
What's she want now?

TOKEN:
Don't know. Don't care.

KYLE:
*raises an eyebrow*
Then why are you here?

TOKEN:
I dropped the bitch.

There is a shocked silence for a beat.

STAN:
You did what?!

CARTMAN:
*points at STAN*
See?! I told you, asshole!

KYLE:
But why, dude?

TOKEN:
Because she's a bitch.

KYLE:
Oh.

CARTMAN:
How is this news? I've been sayin' that fer years!

STAN:
Shut up, Cartman.
*to TOKEN*
Why tell me this, dude? Nothing changes between us.

TOKEN:
I know, but still wanted to apologize.
*pauses*
I'm sorry.

STAN:
Sure.
*nods*
Apology accepted, but still.
*flips the middle finger*
Fuck off, buddy.

TOKEN nods and turns to walk away. After a few steps, he stops and looks back at STAN over his shoulder.

TOKEN:
She's coming to kill you.

As TOKEN walks off, STAN turns to regard the other boys.

STAN:
Well, there's a point for me and none for the bitch.

BUTTERS:
What're you gonna do, Stan? If Wendy's angry, then you could be a real dead man! Whuh-why that'd be terrible. I'd have to wear my tuxedo to your funeral then toss a handful of dirt onto your casket-

STAN:
*flatly*
No one's going to die, Butters.

KENNY:
*alarmed*
[Uh oh...]

WENDY:
*off screen, screams*
STANLEY MARSH!

The boys turn or look up to find WENDY angrily eyeing them with BEBE standing not too far behind her.

STAN:
Wendy.

WENDY:
*pissed*
This is it, asshole! We're fighting right here, right now!

CARTMAN:
*cracks his knuckles*
Sweet. I like the four to one odds.

KYLE:
Three to one, fat ass.

STAN steps forward and holds a hand back towards his friends.

STAN:
This is between me and her. Stay out of this, guys.

The CAMERA cuts to a close up of WENDY's anger filled face.

WENDY:
*pissed*
Get ready for-

Suddenly a loud crack fills the air. WENDY's eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls forward, revealing BEBE waving her hand about in pain. The CAMERA returns to its previous position.

BEBE:
*pained*
God damn! That hurt!

STAN/KYLE:
*shocked*
Bebe?!

BEBE:
*pained*
Jesus! I think I broke my hand!

CARTMAN:
*to KENNY, low*
Well, this is a strange turn of events.

KENNY:
*nods*
[Kinda hot, actually.]

CARTMAN:
*low*
I know, right?

WENDY painfully sits up and clutches the back of her head.

WENDY:
*pained*
Why the fuck-?

STAN:
Actually, yeah. I'm a little confused here.

BEBE:
*mutters*
Oh, shit this hurts!
*normal*
Wendy, all you've done is bitch about Stan and go on about how much of an asshole he is! God damn, if I didn't know any better I'd say that he had been the one dating Token behind your back!

WENDY opens her mouth to protest, but quickly shuts it and hangs her head in shame.

STAN:
Wait... What?!
*pissed*
Just how long were you seeing him before I found out?!

CARTMAN:
*shocked*
Damn, man...

BEBE:
It was long enough that I got tired of hearing about it and holding her hand.
*waves her hand*
Jesus Christ, this kills!

WENDY:
*pained*
But, Bebe-

BEBE:
*pissed*
No. I'm done. Stop being a bitch, Wendy. You brought it on yourself.

BEBE walks off while shaking her smarting hand.

BEBE:
*off screen*
Just get over it already.

CARTMAN:
*low, to KYLE*
Wow. Points go to Bebe for that.

CARTMAN sighs with a love stricken smile.

CARTMAN:
*cont'd*
What a babe...

WENDY slumps forward as tears well in her eyes. STAN crouches down and stares intently at her face. She quickly looks at him from the corners of her eyes before returning her gaze to the ground.

KYLE:
*background*
Wow. This whole thing is fucked up.

CARTMAN:
*background*
Puh. I always said that she was a hippie bitch. Keepin' the main course on the platter and gettin' some extra free lovin' as a side dish...

KYLE:
*background*
You would make a comparison to food, fat ass.

KYLE and CARTMAN continue to bicker in the background.

WENDY:
*softly*
Go ahead. Kick my ass. I deserve it.

STAN stands and looks down on WENDY.

STAN:
*glares*
No.

All the boys fall silent and give STAN a collective shocked look.

KYLE:
What?

STAN:
I said "no".

CARTMAN:
But- But you need to quench your thirst with some refreshing domestic violence!

STAN:
Shut up, Cartman.

CARTMAN:
God dammit! Kick her hippie ass, already!

STAN:
I've learned something today. I should kick your ass, but I'm not. You're not worth the time, effort, or the scuffing of my shoes. Seriously, dude. You're a selfish bitch. You're just as bad as Cartman, if not worse.

CARTMAN:
*pissed*
What?! Ay!

STAN:
If you had actually cared about or thought about anyone's feelings then this whole mess could have been avoided. I mean, seriously, dude. You could've said something to me about there being a problem in our relationship, but you didn't...because you're a bitch. Then your boy-toy left you for being a bitch. And your best friend just clocked you...for being a bitch.

WENDY attempts to stifle her sobs and wipes tears from her eyes. The boys behind STAN look at each other as if they are unsure of what they should do.

WENDY:
*sniffling*
That's... That's how you feel, huh.

STAN remains silent.

WENDY:
*cont'd, softly*
Fine. Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll...just lock myself in my room and never come out...

STAN stares at her for a moment before regarding the other boys.

STAN:
Let's go, guys. I'm done.

The other boys shrug and walk off. STAN makes to follow them, but stops short of the edge of the screen.

STAN:
Wendy...

He doesn't turn around to face her.

STAN:
*cont'd*
I never got an answer to my question.

WENDY looks up at STAN and goes to reply, but no sound comes out of her mouth.

STAN:
*cont'd*
You know, you're right. It's probably better if I don't know how long I was being played.
*walks off*
See you around, dude.

She tearfully sighs as she watches him walk away.

WENDY:
*softly*
God... I'm really stupid...

Elsewhere on the playground finds the boys congratulating STAN on his victory.

BUTTERS:
That was a nice speech, Stan. Whuh-why I don't think the President could do better!

STAN:
*raises an eyebrow*
Uh, thanks, Butters.

KYLE:
Yeah, dude. I'd say you score about ten more points.

CARTMAN:
*excited*
Did you see the look on the hippie's face?! That...was...freaking PRICELESS!

STAN:
*half-hearted*
Yeah...

BUTTERS:
Why, the mean ol' bitch deserved it. She did, boy howdy!

STAN opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a loud whistle-

ELDERLY RECESS MONITOR:
Recess is over, you little bastards!

-which causes all the boys to groan.

KYLE:
Damn.

STAN:
You guys go ahead. I think I need some time alone.

KYLE:
What the hell are we supposed to tell Mr. Garrison?

STAN:
*shrugs*
I dunno.

STAN walks off screen.

STAN:
*cont'd, off screen*
Tell him Cartman sat on me or something.

CARTMAN:
Ay! What the hell's your damn problem, asshole?

KENNY:
*stares after STAN*
[I think I know what's going on.]

The boys start walking back to the school.

CARTMAN:
Maybe you should explain it hyah.

KENNY:
[Stan's still got a boner for her pussy.]

TWEEK:
But cats don't chew on bones!

The boys are silent for a moment until KYLE, CARTMAN, and KENNY laugh.

BUTTERS:
Now I'm really confused. What do bones have to do with Stan and Wendy?

CUT TO EXT. STARK'S POND - SUNSET
During the establishing shot, WENDY can be seen standing on the bridge overlooking the pond. When the CAMERA cuts to a closer shot, WENDY has suddenly relocated to sitting in front of an evergreen near the pond's edge. She draws her knees to her chin and rests it there. Her eyes are swollen red and she looks overall very haggard.

WENDY:
*softly*
So... This is my life now. I should just...live the rest of my days under the bridge like a troll.

She sighs.

WENDY:
*cont'd*
What the hell was I thinking? I should have just...said something. Oh, Stan... I'm so so sorry... I just...felt ignored. You always hung out and did things with Kyle and never me.

She buries her head in her arms.

WENDY:
*cont'd*
That so was not a good way to get your attention.
*sniffles*
But what choice did I have?

For several moments, the only noise heard is WENDY's tearful sobs.

WENDY:
*cont'd, tearful*
I wish I hadn't said all those bad things... I wish things hadn't gotten this far out of control. I wish I'd never fucked up in the first place.

She stares out over the pond for a moment as the sun sets on the other side. Finally, she sighs with a hitch and buries her face in her arms once again.

WENDY:
*cont'd*
I just...wish I could hide for the rest of my life.