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"No," All three of them replied.
"We got into anime once..But that turned out terrible," Kyle informed.
"Yeah, Kenny threw a ninja star in Butters' eye," Stan said, chuckling a bit.
"Better him than me," Kenny said epicly.
"The bus is gone. It's safe to leave. Trinity, can you fake cry?" Stan asked.

"Of course!" Trinity yelped. All of a sudden, she began to cry, and the cry looked so very real, it was scary. She sobbed quickly, then said, "Does that look real enough?" With a smile on her face.

"Totally," Stan said, trying to hide the fact that he thought they'd upset her by not liking anime. She seemed a very unstable girl. "My place isn't far off, let's go," He said after a moments, walking out from behind the tree.

Cartman suddenly appeared, breathing heavily. "You guys...Seriously....Stan, are you taking Kyle to your house so you two can make out?

(Lol. A Cartman kind of thing to do.)

(Lol...Cartman is such a tool......And I totally laughed about the unstable thing. XD)

Trinity followed.

(I don't know what else to put XD)

(I just love watching Kyle misprounounce things. Check this out: South Park quotes...with picture :3 )

"Kenny, go hide in those bushes over there," Stan said, pointing towards a few clumps of leaves barely clinging to some twigs. "Sparky!" He called, summoning his dog, who was wearing a pink bandana. Stan momentarily pinched the bridge of his(nonexistant) nose. "Ok...Protect Kenny, Sparky."

(That was HILARIOUS!!!!)

Trinity giggled. "Sparky's so cute!" She then began to fake-cry.

"Um..You're really good at that," Stan said, surprised. He opened his door, staring at the ground with a few tears dripping down his cheeks. His dad immediatly came to see what they were doing.
"Son, why aren't you at school?" Randy asked.
"Well, dad...Our best f-f-f-friend Kenny died yesterday and...We just couldn't take it, being at school without him..Can we stay home?" He said through tears.
Kyle, who had played it off as the strong one, started crying too. They had definatly had a lot of practice with this.

"Sure..That's...That's fine," Randy said sadly, walking into the kitchen. He could faintly be heard saying, "Sharon, Stan and Kyle are going to be staying here with their new friend to mourn their dead friend, Kenny."

(EDIT: Right after I posted this I realized it said "Our best f-f-f-fried Kenny...")

(Lol...fried....)

Trinity sniffled, lifeless tears streaming down her face. Once Randy had left, she smiled, happy that Stan's plan had worked. "Hehehe," she whispered. "We did it."

"Score!" Stan whispered. "I'll get Kenny to climb in through the window. Let's go to my lair room," He added, climbing up the stairs. As soon as he got in his room, he went into his closet and grabbed some rope.
"Dude, did you get that from Cartman's Mission Impossible Breaking and Entering Playset?" Kyle asked.

(Haha lair....I in fact don't own a room, I own a lair XD)

Trinity tiptoed up the steps for some odd reason. Once she got to Stan's room, she began to giggle with excitement. "Wee! This is gonna be awesome! We're gonna make Cartman drop his balls! If he owns any, in that case." She then thought about something. "Uh, Stan....what if...you know that Kenny dies a lot, so...what if falls off the rope and dies??"

"Well, that is just a chance that we'll have to take. He doesn't really die that much anymore. Usually only in a life-or-death situation instead of every other day, after he died of a terminal illness," Stan said, a little bit too casual. He opened a window and threw the rope out, landing it precisely where Kenny was hidding. He made a motoin for him to come up, which he did.

"Wow, I never thought climbiing a rope would be that hard again," Kenny mumbled after he was in Stan's room, safe.

Trinity sighed in relief once Kenny was safe. "So where's the paint?" A thought occurred to her. "What if fumes kill him!?!" she exclaimed, paranoia rushing through her.

"Don't worry about it. If glue fumes didn't kill Butters, paint fumes won't kill Kenny," Stan sighed, starting to get a little annoyed.
"Finally, somebody who cares!" Kenny mumbled.

"I'll get the paint from my basement. I'll be back in a few." With that, Stan was headed down the stairs again, making sure to look sad. If his dad asked, he was apinting a picture to put on Kenny's grave.

Trinity took a step back, clearly uncomfortable. "This all feels a little.....wrong...."

"Why does it feel wrong?" Kyle asked, clearly perplexed. It's like when people eat stuff that makes them crap blood, but the eat it again anyways...

Trinity shuffled her feet. "Well....we're lying to our parents...and....never mind........."

"It seems bad the first time, but you get used to it," Kyle said nonchalantly.

Trinity smiled. "Okay, let's paint him already."

"Yeah, we'll get right to it," Stan said, pulling out a thick painbrush and dipping it in an open can of white paint. "You might not want to eat any of this stuff, it probably tastes nasty, and it could be a little poisonous," He said as he painted across the front of Kenny's parka.

"Yeah, I'll try," Kenny mumbled.

Trinity flinched. "Ouch, that's gonna leave a ton of stains...." Yes, that was what she was concerned about. "And if that's the only jacket you have, then......"

"It's cool, I have an extra jacket just in case. Blood does not come out easy," Kenny said, smiling.