A/N: I'm feeling bored! Always a good thing, because that means I can write Fanfiction XD. Well, this chapter and the previous chapter altogether are about the length of one chapter, or at least in my eyes.

Chapters will hopefully get longer.


"Well shit dude, I still think that Kenny should stop wearing his hoodie so much." Stan said.

"Dude, that would be like if I stopped wearing my green hat." I tried to apparently reason with him.

"Hmm...yeah better not do that. You'd kill too many people with that Jewfro of yours." I guess he was teasing. Subconsciously, I pulled my hat down further.

"Goddamn it Stan, why can't I have hair like yours? It takes me an hour to brush my hair, then, like a half-hour trying to pull the hairbrush out of my hair." I complained. It was true though, it was pretty much Battle of the Brushes every morning. Stan took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I know I have nice hair. Too bad for you!" He teased and put the hat back on.

"We're at the park, now shut up already." I practically shoved him through the entrance. After about, maybe a minute of wandering around, Kenny came up behind us, dragging Butters behind.

"Mm hrrmmm MMMM HUMHRRMHIM!" Kenny shouted through his parka (Translation: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS HE'S HERE)

"Who's here Kenny?" Stan asked.

"HRM!" (Translation: Him) Stan sighed in exasperation.

"Butters, who the hell is Kenny talking about?" Stan asked. Butters played with his fingers nervously, glancing behind himself every once in a while.

"H-he's back...and it's only been a couple months..." Butters murmered softly. Listening to their conversation, I almost lost it.

"WHO THE FUCK IS 'HE'?!" I shouted at Butters, who flinched.

"I-it's it's...


A/N: Just a mini cliffhanger. I'm going to hope that it isn't TOO obvious who it is...