♪ I'm going down to South Park ♪
♪ Gonna have myself a time ♪
♪ Friendly faces everywhere ♪
♪ Humble folks without temptation ♪
♪ Going down to South Park ♪
♪ Gonna leave my woes behind ♪
♪ Ample parking day or night ♪
♪ People spouting "howdy neighbor" ♪
♪ Headed on up to South Park ♪
♪ Gonna see if I can't unwind ♪
♪ Come on down to South Park ♪
♪ And meet some friends of mine ♪
All right, let's try over here.
Set up traps there and there as well.
Last time I saw him, he ran right through here.
This is so retarded, Cartman.
You've got everyone believing your stupid story.
It isn't a story, it's true.
I saw a leprechaun.
I've seen him come through here three days in a row, now.
Hawkeyes, this is Dragonwind.
Do you copy?
This is Hawkeyes.
We've set up the net and we're standing by.
Copy that, Hawkeyes.
Keep surveillance tag alpha-niner.
Dragonwind out.
Just admit you were lying, Cartman,
so that everyone can go home.
Oh, no, we have a deal, Kyle.
If I can prove there's a leprechaun,
you have to suck my balls, remember?
Dragonwind to Blackie.
What's your six, Blackie?
I don't want the code name "Blackie."
Code names are what they are, Blackie.
Check your six and alert when in position.
This is fucking retarded.
Getting nervous, Kyle?
When that leprechaun shows up you must suck my balls.
Don't forget, I have a signed contract from you.
Yeah, and if you couldn't prove
there was a leprechaun, you had to give me $10.
Now just pay up and stop being stupid!
Goddamn it, why hasn't it shown up yet?
Dragonwind to Faggot, come in, Faggot.
This is Faggot.
Go ahead.
Faggot, I need you to keep surveillance north, northeast.
Check back in five.
Okay, will do.
Faggot out... Ugh.
Okay, that's enough.
Everybody... Cartman is just pulling one of his
stupid tricks on everyone
because he's trying to get out of a deal he made.
It was here, I swear it!
I don't know why it's not showing up this time!
You didn't see a leprechaun, fat ass!
If you could prove it, I had to suck your balls,
and if you couldn't, you had to pay me $10.
Pay up!
I got something!
I got it!
It's a-- whoa, jeez, I think it's a leprechaun!
Set off diversion trap "c"!
Dude!
F- fuck me, it's a leprechaun.
Get it!
Get that fucking leprechaun!
I want it alive!
Wow! - Cool! - No way! - Whoa!
Move aside, move aside!
All right, butthole, where's the gold?
You lads don't know what you're doing!
I need to deliver an important message!
There's going to be an attack!
Tell me where the gold is or you die...
Slow.
Where'd he go?!
I was sent to warn of a terrorist attack,
but you boys have made me late!
Now the terrorists will prevail!
The end is near!
Dude.
Kyle...
Suck my balls.
Dad, where do leprechauns come from?
From Ireland.
So why would one come to America
to warn us about a terrorist attack?
Kyle, leprechauns aren't real.
You're almost nine now.
You need to understand the difference
between real and imaginary.
I thought I did.
Ah, Mrs. Broflovski,
how are you this fine evening?
Oh, hello, Eric.
Kyle, your friend is here.
Hello, Mr. Broflovski, Ike.
Nice evening, isn't it?
Well, Kyle, shall we go up to your room
for a few minutes?
Get out of here, Cartman, we're eating dinner.
Uh, Kyle, I believe a certain someone is supposed to
put a certain set of balls in their mouth.
I'm not doing it, fat ass!
Doing what?
We had a deal, Kyle!
Just get out of here!
You signed an agreement, Kyle!
I don't care if I signed an agreement!
Hey now, Kyle, if you made a deal with somebody,
you have to stick by it.
Thank you, Mr. Broflovski.
What was the agreement?
That if he could prove leprechauns exist
I would suck his balls.
What-what-what?!
And there was a leprechaun!
You saw it, Kyle!
Hey, dudes.
Hey, Kyle.
So... How was it?
How was what?
Sucking Cartman's ba-balls.
I didn't suck his balls, all right!
And I'm not going to!
Dude, why did you ever agree
to suck his balls in the first place?
I didn't think there would actually be a leprechaun!
And I still don't!
Why would a leprechaun be warning us
of a terrorist attack?
There's another explanation for all this.
Excuse me,
have you boys seen a leprechaun anywhere lately?
What do you know about the leprechaun?
Oh, then you did see him!
That's wondiferous!
I want you to tell me everything he said!
Where was he? What was he doing?
All right, I've had enough!
Leprechauns are imaginary!
Well, of course, they are.
But just because they're imaginary,
doesn't mean they aren't real!
Haven't you boys ever used your imagination?
You, young man, how would you like to be a cowboy
or a swashbuckling pirate?
And you!
How would you like to be an astronaut
far out in space?
All it takes is a little imagination.
Who the hell are you?
Still not convinced, eh?
I tell you what, boys,
what say we all take a ride on my
Imagination Flying Machine?
Dude.
Hop aboard, kids!
I have something to show you!
Ah, are you gonna rape us?
Ubla... Uh... No.
Oh, all right then.
Come on, guys.
Watch it, fellas.
I'm pretty sure this guy wants to rape us.
All aboard the Imagination Balloon!
Some people feel imagination isn't real.
But I tell them that they're wrong!
'Cause whenever I want to play and pretend,
I just sing the
♪ Imagination song ♪
♪ Imagi-na-tion ♪
♪ Imagina-tion ♪
♪ Imagi-nation ♪
♪ Imagina-tion ♪
♪ Ima-gination ♪
♪ Imagi-nation ♪
♪ Imagination ♪
♪ Imagina-tion ♪
♪ Imagination ♪
- Are you gonna take us somewhere or not?!
O-o-oh!
But, my boy, we're already here.
!Hoaoa! Whoa!Hoa !Hoaoa! Whoa!Hoa
What is this place?
This is Imaginationland.
It's where all the wonderful and goofy things
that humans have made up over the years, live together.
Citizens of Imaginationland!
We have distinguished guests from the world beyond!
Ooh! - Ahh! - Ooh! - Hello!
Welcome to Imaginationland.
I am the Lollipop King.
We are honored to have creators in our kingdom.
Now, good news, everyone.
These boys did see the leprechaun!
Yeah! Woo-hoo ! Woo! Yeah!
What did the leprechaun tell you?
Did he have any news?
Well, he said there was gonna be a...
That there was gonna be a--
Allah!
Oh, fuck, no!
Augh!
Stan, we have to get out of here!
Quickly, boys, get on my back!
Fellas!
Fellas, wait!
Hold on, fellas!
Butters!
Don't leave me, fellas!
Come back!
Ugh!
Dude!
Butters! Butters! Butters! Butters!
Agh!
Aghgh! What, where?
Oh, oh, dude.
Oh, it was just a dream.
It was all just a crazy dream.
Oh, my God.
Hello.
Dude, did you finish your math homework?
I kind of lost track of time last night.
No, no, I hardly got any sleep.
I had this whole messed-up dream
about some gay mayor guy taking us to Imaginationland
where all these imaginary characters lived.
And then it got attacked by terrorists?
Yeah, how'd you know?
Dude, I had the same dream!
We jumped on a dragon's back
and Butters got left behind!
Stan, Stanley...
You haven't seen your little friend Butters, have you?
Why?
Our darling Butters never came home last night.
What did they say?!
We don't want to jump to conclusions,
but we're worried that maybe somebody kidnapped Butters,
sodomized him over and over again
and then fed his genitals to wild animals.
There, there, darling.
Dude.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have dire news.
Yesterday, at approximately 1800 hours,
terrorists successfully attacked...
Our imagination.
Our imagination?
How?
The imaginary attack appears to have been
in the works for years.
The effects of the attack are so far unimaginable.
We've intercepted this videotape
the terrorists made for broadcast.
Luckily, we've kept it from being broadcast to the public.
No, he's just a Care Bear!
Agh!
Oh, my God.
Later in the video, we can see another imaginary hostage,
this one reading a forced statement.
"Praise to the mighty Allah.
His divine grace and will have brought forth this day."
Whoa, jeez!
"Uh, now see your safety is at our whim.
"this is the price you pay, America!
"You have defiled Allah,
"and now we shall turn your imagination against you!
Death to the infidels!"
Can I go now?
Stan, Kyle, could-could ya get me outta here?!
Gentlemen, the terrorists appear to have
complete control of our imagination.
It's only a matter of time before...
Our imaginations start running wild.
I believe a serious blow to democracy
has just been dealt.
A travesty has occurred, and I want justice.
Kyle Broflovski did willingly and knowingly
sign a contract
and yet, as to date, he has made no effort,
nor does he show any intention
of ever sucking my balls.
I have given him ample time to fulfill his obligation
and he has thus refused.
I stand before you with dry balls, your honor.
I have provided witnesses, collected testimonials,
and still my balls remain dry.
I want what I'm entitled to.
Mr. Broflovski, did you agree to orally imbibe
Mr. Cartman's scrotum and testicles?
I...
Is this not your signature on the contract?
Uh...
Oh, uh, but...
Come on, really?
I mean, aren't there more important things
going on right now?
From what I have been presented and the evidence put forth,
the court has no choice but to order you to place
Mr. Cartman's pubical sack in your mouth
and draw upon it succulently for no less than 30 seconds.
Yes!
You have 24 hours to suck aforementioned balls.
If after that time you've still refused,
the court will be forced to arrest you for contempt.
Next case.
Thank you, Your Honor.
This isn't a victory for me.
This is a victory for the justice system...
And my balls.
What I am about to tell you is highly classified.
Two days ago Muslim terrorists hijacked our imagination.
Frankly, we don't know what their next move is
or how to stop them.
In times like these, the government often turns to
Hollywood for help.
You creative filmmakers can think of ideas we just can't.
That's why we've asked you here,
M. Night Shyamalan.
The Sixth Sense, Signs, The Village--
all very clever films.
But can you use your amazing idea brain now
to help us stop the terrorists?
What if...
What if it turns out they aren't terrorists,
but they're actually werewolves from the future?
No, no, they're terrorists.
They've been linked to Al Qaeda.
But what if Al Qaeda, it turns out,
is the group being terrorized... By aliens?
No, that's not an idea.
That's a twist.
We need ideas.
How about we make everyone think that
terrorists attacked us...
But really we were all already dead?
Get him out of here.
Mr. Bay, can you think of any ideas
how to outwit these terrorists?
I believe I can.
We start by making a big c-g building,
and then we have a meteor go fweoooshh!
And then it's all like crawwwww!
And motorcycles burst into flame
while they jump over these helicopters, right?
No, no.
We need ideas how to stop the terrorists.
An 18-wheeler spins out of control,
and it's all like brashshh
into this huge tanker full of dynamite!
It's like craw-rawwww-boosh...
Those aren't ideas.
Those are special effects.
I don't understand the difference.
I know you don't.
Get him out of here!
And being that we are all big Mel Gibson film fans,
we thought maybe you could help us.
Oh, my nipples, they hurt!
They hurt when I twist them!
Yes, uh...
I don't suppose you have any creative ideas
how to fight these terrorists?
How about this--
you have that video tape that the terrorists made, right?
Well, maybe if you did a background check
on the video tape,
you might find somebody who doesn't belong,
somebody who doesn't fit in Imaginationland.
Oh!
Hey... That's not a bad idea.
Yeah.
Say what you want about Mel Gibson,
but the son of a bitch knows story structure.
Get the videotape and do a background check
on everyone in it.
Oh, yes!
All the imaginary characters in the tape
were identified, sir.
Count Chocula, Cinderella, Snarf from Thundercats.
But here.
Nothing in American folklore
or story-telling matched this kid.
He appears to be just some kid.
Stan, Kyle, could-could ya get me outta here?!
I want digital imaging
and resource magnification done stat.
If that kid isn't imaginary,
I want to know who he is,
where he's from, and who his friends are!
Yes, sir.
Who are you?
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Terrorist, sir?
Uh, I'm actually not imaginary,
and, um, my parents are gonna ground me if I don't--
Ahh!
Okay, sorry, sorry!
Can you tell what the terrorists are doing?
They're doing something to Rockety Rocket!
No, leave me alone!
Ahg!
It doesn't make sense.
What do they want with Rockety?
The only reason they would...
Oh, my God.
They're gonna blow up the barrier!
What's the barrier?
The wall, the wall which separates
the evil side of Imaginationland
from the good side!
No!
No, you can't blow up the barrier!
Are you insane?!
We can't let this happen!
It'll be the end of Imaginationland!
Yeah!
You have to stop them, kid!
Me?
What am I supposed to do?
Don't you get it?!
If the terrorists blow that barrier,
all the most evil things ever imagined
are gonna pour out
and take over Imaginationland for good!
You have to do something!
Wahghgh!
Thanks for coming, everyone.
The big moment is almost here,
as soon as Kyle arrives.
He's not gonna show up to suck your balls, dude.
He has to.
He's been ordered by the court.
Hey, he's here.
Wha-- move aside, move aside!
Dude, do you really have to do it?
Let's just get this over with.
Yes, come on in, Peasant Kyle,
and pay homage to the Sultan's balls!
Goddamn it.
Yes...yes!
That's them, sir.
Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski.
You boys need to come with us
on a matter of national security.
Who are you?
There's no time, you need to come with us right now!
Hey, let go of him!
We aren't going to hurt your little friends.
We just need information.
No!
No, he has to suck my balls!
Blah!
No!
Allah! Allah ! Allah!
No, no!
Hold on!
Hold on a second!
Now... You really should think about this.
I mean, uh, I know you think
attacking our imagination will get you somewhere,
but will it really?
If you destroy that wall,
all the most evil parts of our imagination
are gonna break loose.
But will it really make you terrorists feel better?
Maybe it's time for us all to just... Get along.
Allah! Allah ! Allah!
Arrg, Jesus Christ, no!
Yay!ay Yay! Yay!ay Yay!
That was your plan to stop them?!
Yeah, a nice little heartfelt speech.
That's fucking stupid!
They are coming.
Glad I picked you up, kid.
It's dangerous for someone your age to be hitchhiking.
Yeah, well, when a man has been wronged...
He no longer cares about danger.
You goin' to Washington to visit family?
I've got unfinished business.
You go through life being told there's justice.
Then you learn that the only real justice...
Is the justice you take.
Make no mistake, Kyle...
Before this is over, you will suck my balls.