When Stuart came back from getting a towel and making sure that Kevin was still sound asleep, he found Carol exactly as he had left her: cradling the baby with a blank expression on her face.

"How'd this happen?" she whispered as Stuart gently took the crying baby from her to clean it up. Maybe this was only a pot-induced hallucination, or a dream brought on by her grief and the memory of the time she'd seen a girl on the news who didn't know that she was pregnant until she gave birth.

"Why the hell are you asking me?" Stuart muttered. He noticed that the baby suddenly looked bigger and less red than a newborn. "You know, he kinda reminds me of Kenny. He's even got that birthmark on his arm shaped like Africa."

Carol leaned over to take a closer look. "Oh, yeah, he does." She sniffled. "What should we do with this one?"

"Put him in Kenny's room, I guess."

Once the baby was completely cleaned off and diapered, he was carried into Kenny's room and placed in the crib. Carol stuck a pacifier in his mouth.

"He'll get cold if he's just wearin' a diaper," she quietly pointed out.

With a tired sigh, Stuart took out one of Kenny's parkas and wrapped the now contentedly sleeping baby in it. "Happy now?"

"Yeah." Carol yawned and turned the light off.

They returned to their room, and Carol gingerly sat back down on the bed as Stuart picked the joint back up. "Did that really just happen?"

Stuart shrugged. "I don't think so." There was a sad note to his voice.

"STUART!" Carol yelled the next morning. "Come quick! Kenny's alive!"

"What?" Stuart ran to Kenny's room, where Carol was joyfully cradling their very much alive Kenny.

"It wasn't a dream!" Carol sobbed happily, passing Kenny to her dumbstruck husband.

"Waffles!" Kevin called from down the hall. "Want waffles!"

"Just wait a minute, Kevin!" his mother hollered. She looked back at Stuart, who still seemed at a loss for words. Kenny, on the other hand, was making happy, albeit muffled, noises through his little parka.

"Aren't you happy, Stuart?" asked Carol.

"Of course I am," he finally replied, "but...how are we going to explain this to everybody?"

That afternoon, Carol was taking a walk with her children, still wishing that she had a stroller, when she encountered the Cartmans. Liane had a stroller for her boy, and it looked ready to break under Eric's weight.

"Why, hello, Carol!" Liane said sweetly as Eric drank from a bottle. "How are you, today?"

"Great," Carol replied as Kevin tried to snatch Eric's bottle. "I was so upset when Kenny died yesterday, but this morning he was fine!"

Liane, ignoring Eric's screams for once, quirked an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

Carol laughed nervously. "Uh, never mind. How are you?"

"Eric and I have been quite well, thank you. I seem to have misplaced one of my larger plates, but I'm sure that it will turn up somewhere."

"...Right."

Stuart was at the bar that night, absently sipping what was only his third beer for the whole day. Randy Marsh came in and sat down on the stool next to him.

"Hey, Stuart."

"Oh, hi, Randy. How are Sharon and the kids?"

Randy shrugged. "Sharon's Aunt Flo came this afternoon for her monthly visit, and Shelly bit her, and then Stanley puked right in Flo's face. Now Sharon's pissed off at them." He sighed. "I had to get out of there. How's your family?"

"Kenny died yesterday, remember?"

Randy stared blankly at him. "Uh, what?"

"Uh, never mind. I think that was the booze talking." For once, Stuart left the bar without finishing his beer.

"So, everybody you talked to today forgot about it, too?" Stuart asked his wife when he got home.

"Uh huh," Carol muttered. "It's like it never happened."

"Maybe it didn't," Stuart suggested, watching Kenny tear up a nudie magazine that had been lying around. "Maybe we're just that fucked up from all the beer and joints."

Kevin opened the fridge door. "Cake!"

"Then explain that," said Carol, pointing to Kevin as he stuck his fingers into the leftover chocolate cake. "It's the cake my cousin brought us when she heard that Kenny died. Ad over there"-she pointed to the kitchen counter- "is the plate that had cookies Liane gave us when she found out that Kenny died."

"Oh, yeah." Stuart needed to think for a minute before continuing, "If nobody else remembers that Kenny died, then we won't ever mention it again."

Carol nodded as she wrestled Kevin away from the cake. "It'll be our secret forever!" she shouted over Kevin's screams. "I mean, it's not like it'll happen again, right?"

Before replying, Stuart had to stop Kenny from putting a torn piece of the magazine into his mouth. "Right." He then stopped Kenny from trying to eat a rusty nail that he'd picked up. "It won't ever happen again."