♪ I'm going down to South Park ♪
♪ gonna have myself a time ♪
♪ Friendly faces everywhere ♪
♪ Humble folks without temptation ♪
♪ I'm going down to South Park ♪
♪ gonna leave my woes behind ♪
♪ Ample parking day or night ♪
♪ People spouting "howdy neighbor" ♪
♪ Headin' on up to South Park ♪
♪ gonna see if I can't unwind ♪
♪ Come on down to South Park ♪
♪ and meet some friends of mine ♪
I don't know. That looks pretty high up.
Yeah, I think it'd be better to start lower.
Dude, I really don't think it's smart, Cartman.
This is gonna be totally cool, you guys.
It's not gonna work. Just come down from there.
Jeez, this looks a lot higher from up here.
What's going on?
Cartman thinks he can fly off of his roof.
Do it! Do it!
I'm gonna!
I wouldn't if I were you!
Those wings don't look very strong!
Don't listen to them, Cartman!
I'm sure it'll work. Go for it!
Yay, Cartman! Fly, fly, fly!
Okay, here we go.
Since the days of Copernicus, man has dreamed of flight.
On this historic day, let us--
Aw, go on and do it already!
Hold on. I'm giving my speech!
On this historic day,
we remember the Wright brothers, Orville and Redenbacher,
whose dreams and visions inspired generations.
He's not gonna do it.
And now, again, one man's vision
ushers in a new era of aerial travel,
proving the power of imagination and intellect.
The magic of flight!
Oh my God, Eric!
Eric, Mommy's here, sweetie.
Well, what's wrong with him?
I'm afraid that your son is...
incredibly stupid.
He thought he could fly with cardboard wings.
The stupidity is so severe that it caused a fall
which has put him into a deep coma.
Coma?
My God. For how long?
There's no telling. He may never recover.
We'll just have to wait...
and see...
♪ Seasons change, time passes by ♪
♪ As the weeks become the months ♪
♪ become the years ♪
Oh, my-- Doctor, he's awake!
Where... where am I?
Oh, you've finally come back.
It's a miracle!
You're at the hospital, Eric.
You've been in a coma for some time.
Coma...how long?
It's been two... Days.
Nurse, you can remove his face warmer now.
Yes, Doctor.
Now, Eric, you've suffered massive head trauma.
Your road to recovery will be long and arduous.
At least another two days.
♪ Seasons change, time passes by ♪
♪ As the weeks become the months ♪
♪ become the years ♪
You're doing so much better, muffin.
Why the hell do I have to share my room
with other patients? This is bull crap!
Oh, you're sounding just like your old self again.
I'm sorry, detectives. There was nothing we could do.
Damn it! Another murder victim.
For three years, the left hand killer has been at large,
and I've exhausted every lead.
Maybe I just don't have what it takes to be a cop anymore.
We'd better get back to the station, sir.
Good, because you assholes
have kept me up for three hours.
Alright, let's go, Murphy.
Hang on a second. Where are my car keys?
Probably in your front pocket, dumb ass.
Doctor, didn't you say that kid suffered head trauma?
Yes, it was... pretty severe.
What is it, Lou?
I've...heard cases where people suffering head trauma
awaken to some psychic abilities.
Aw, come on, sir.
I know it's ridiculous,
but I'm going to explore every possibility I can.
Hello, young man, could we have a quick word with you?
Not now.
The nurse is gonna walk in any minute with my lunch.
12:30, Eric, lunchtime.
Young man, how did you know
the nurse was gonna walk in just now?
I don't know. I just knew it.
Oh, man, this smells like meat loaf again!
Yup, meat loaf again.
Jesus, how did he...
Little boy...
Well, it's a snowball's chance in hell,
but we were wondering if you could come down
and see if your...
new powers could help us catch the killer.
His new powers?
Alright, make sure you get pictures
of everything in this crime scene.
Who's the kid?
Supposed to be some kind of psychic.
Pff! Oh, Christ.
This is... where the body was found.
Multiple stab wounds, just like all the others.
How come the outline is missing its hand?
The killer always cuts off the left hand of his victim
and keeps it as a trophy.
Stand back. Give him room.
Come on, kid, concentrate.
What do you see in your mind?
Ice cream...
covered with... chocolate sprinkles.
Double-stuff Oreos.
He's taking the top off of one and...
Being put together to make quadruple stuffs!
I see ice cream with sprinkles and quadruple stuffs.
Jesus Christ. - Sir?
Tom Johansen,
the owner of the ice cream shop.
Yes? Oh, hello, detectives.
Mr. Johansen, could we have a quick word with you?
Well, sure, come on in.
I'm afraid the house is a little bit
of a disaster area since I--
Get him!
Code six, code six!
Go! Take him down! Right now, right now.
Use the taser! Use the taser!
Hit him again!
He put up a hell of a fight, but we got him!
Why? Why?
Congratulations, Eric.
You just stopped the biggest killer in South Park history.
We would give you a reward,
but I guess that knowing the people of South Park
are safe again is reward enough.
Guess again.
Alright, here's $100.
Wow!
His powers are uncanny.
Take good care of him, Miss Cartman.
Make sure he uses his powers for good.
Oh, he will.
My little poopsie-kins is a very good little boy.
♪ I'm a psychic and you aren't! ♪
♪ I have super-awesome powers, you don't! ♪
Cartman, what did you do?
Oh, didn't you hear, Kyle?
I used my new psychic abilities to catch the serial killer,
and I made 100 bucks.
Nice old Mr. Johansen runs a candy shop.
He isn't a killer, and you know it!
Then why did I see ice cream and cookies
when I closed my eyes?
Because you're a fucking fat ass, that's why!
Do not doubt my powers, Kyle.
You don't have any powers.
Don't make me do it Kyle.
I can make your head explode with a single thought.
Be careful, Kyle! - He can't do crap!
Fine, Kyle, you asked for it!
Hyaih.
Dut-dut-dut-dut.
Na-na-na-na-na-na. Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.
There he is. Hey, Eric. Eric!
We've got a little problem.
What?
While the ice cream store owner was in jail,
another murder was committed.
This body also had a missing hand
and a bowl of corn flakes next to it.
Which can only mean one thing...
Ha! You see?
That a copycat killer is on the loose!
We need your psychic abilities
to catch this new guy right away!
What?
We'll pay you up front this time.
We got to catch this new guy before he kills again.
I'm afraid that my powers...
Are not for sale.
And by that, I mean they absolutely are for sale.
Let's go.
Tom, I'm standing in a meadow just outside of town
where police have discovered the first victim
of the serial copycat killer.
Child Wunderkind Eric Cartman
is now arriving on the scene.
This is fucking ridiculous!
What have you got, Wunderkind? Are you seeing anything?
No, nothing.
Maybe his powers have left him.
Yeah.
Wait a minute.
Fried chicken.
It's tender, and it's fresh.
There's maple syrup.
Maple syrup's being put on the chicken!
What the hell is wrong with these people?
They're never gonna catch the serial killer.
He's too smart.
Do you want to see my cotton panties?
Hey, what about this guy?
Quiet! He's having a vision!
It is fried chicken!
Oh, my God. It's a fried chicken sundae.
Junior, what are you doing out?
I'm sorry, Mother!
You come home right now and have sex with me!
No, Mommy!
Hey, does anyone know who that guy is?
I said quiet, you little brat,
or I'll have you arrested for interfering with the law!
This is Park County News 4,
with your host, Jim Brownish.
The copycat killer of the "cut off the left hand" killer
has been arrested!
Police used the help of Eric Cartman,
a Wunderkind psychic detective.
At the crime scene, the young psychic had visions
flash before his mind,
and the police immediately arrested
the owner of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
The young man's vision was so astounding
that other police departments have sought out his help.
♪ if I'm happy and I know it clap my hands ♪
Eric, sweetie, there's some people here to see you.
More people need to make use of my phenomenal gift, huh?
Ah, it's so very tiring.
Uh, no, these people claim that they are
the real psychic detectives.
So you are the little boy who's been taking all our work.
Oh, I'll go make some tea.
Kid, we have a problem.
You didn't go through the proper channels
to become a psychic detective like we all did.
Yeah!
Proper channels?
You were supposed to fill out the form
on the back of the comic book
and pay the $25 fee
for the degree from the Psychic Detective School.
I was given my gift from a tragic accident.
I didn't need to go to Psychic Detective School.
Well, you can't just say you're a psychic detective.
You have to use the ad in the comic book.
You must pay the $25 fee
and give us 10% of your earnings.
10%, my balls. Get lost.
Very well, then you leave us no choice.
Roger?
Chur-chur-chur-chur.
Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom.
Enh-enh-enh-enh.
Na-na-na-na-na-na.
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.
Gwon-gwon-gwon-gwon.
Alright, everyone!
Oh, goodness, what's going on?
Stand back, Mother.
We're having a telekinetic battle of minds!
Oh!
Enough!
Doo-doo-doo-doo.
We are...obviously quite evenly matched.
I guess this will have to be settled in court.
In court?
We've brought a class action lawsuit against you.
We'll see you before the judge tomorrow.
Is it over?
Her name is... Veronica Crabtree,
bus driver for the elementary school.
She was considered an ancillary character,
one the fans wouldn't miss much.
Jesus Christ. Cause of death?
Same M.O., sir.
Multiple stab wounds, left hand cut off and missing.
So you're telling me somebody new
is now copying the crimes of the copycat killer?
Jesus, where will it end?
Every time I put a killer behind bars,
another guy just steps in and takes his place!
What am I doing wrong?
Excuse me, sir. I think I know who did this.
We saw this guy at the last crime scene,
and you know how serial killers
sometimes return to the scene of the crime?
Well, I followed this guy to his house,
and when he left again, I collected some fingerprints
and did a blood sample analysis.
I'm pretty sure he's your man.
How do you know? Are you psychic?
No.
Look, kid, don't waste my time
with your blood samply fingerprinty hocus-pocus!
I have to find this new killer now.
I owe it to that victim over there!
I know she hadn't been in any recent episodes,
but, damn it, she deserved better than this!
Come on, Murph, we got to talk to Eric Cartman again.
Why won't anybody listen to me?
Don't take it personally, Kyle.
I am taking it personally because Cartman is a retard!
Just because he hit his head and went into a coma
doesn't mean he's a--
Wait. That's it.
If I want people to listen to me,
I just have to be as stupid as Cartman.
Dude, I really don't think that's a good idea.
There has to be another way.
Be sure to take me to the same hospital.
Now, Kyle, don't fly too close to the sun,
or it'll burn your wings,
and you'll crash into the ocean.
Butters, God damn it.
Alright, here we go.
Since the days of Copernicus, man has dreamed of flight.
On this historic day, we remember--
Ah, screw it.
Call an ambulance.
Multiple arrests were made today
for the murder of Hilary Neils.
Police raided the South Park Motel 6 at 4:00 a.m.,
where seven psychic detectives were staying.
What did we do?
Get your head down. Spread 'em!
Stand back! Don't make me do it!
Na-na-na-na-na-na.
The psychic detectives' horrible crime was found out
by psychic detective Eric Cartman.
Who is now the only psychic not behind bars.
What an amazing coincidence.
Cool.
Ah, Kyle is at the door.
Come in, Kyle!
Who are you?
You...you give everyone else credit for my work
because you fail to see my greatness.
'Kay, sweet.
Because of you, nobody knows the extent of my deeds.
Oh, yeah, awesome. Hold on just a second.
Mom, there's some homeless guy here!
Make him go away!
Hey. Hey, what's going on?
You are obviously a big fan of my work.
I don't even know you, dude!
But I am the serial killer,
the one whose rightful place in history you have smirched!
Oh, Jesus.
And now you will have a place of honor...
as my 19th victim.
No! No, you don't want to kill me!
Please, I'll give you anything you want!
Before you die, let me show you
the things I have done
so you will understand
the breadth of my transformation.
This... Is me at the Grand Canyon.
Do you see?
This is me at Mount Rushmore.
Do you see?
- Yes, yes, I see!
Here I am at the Alamo in San Antonio.
This was just outside of the gift shop.
Do you see?
Damn it! Damn it all to hell!
They just found another body.
That means a fifth copycat killer is on the loose.
Where's my psychic?
Sorry, sarge, the psychic's mom
says her son hasn't been home for a couple hours.
Sir, Dr. Gauche just called from the hospital.
He says another little boy just awoke from a coma
and is having psychic visions.
Let's go.
This is the young man here.
He was in a coma for over 16 hours.
Doctor, could you remove his face warmer?
We'd like to speak with him.
Of course. Nurse?
Young man, the doctor said you've had some visions
about our newest murder?
I see...a man... with a baseball cap.
He's killing them!
Oh, I'm seeing it all flash before my eyes!
The guy's name is Michael Deets,
and he lives at 621 Costillo Street.
He's usually there between 7:00 and 11:00 p.m.
What do you think, Mitch?
I don't know.
How do we know this kid is really psychic?
I mean, this boy is certainly no Eric Cartman.
Alright, we'll check this Deets guy out.
But let's use that one thing that we never use.
Sir?
You know, what's that thing
that starts with an "r" that we never use?
Restraint? Yeah, yeah, restraint.
We'll check this guy out,
but let's use some restraint.
Look. Look at the things I have done!
Here I am at Yellowstone National Park.
Do you see?
Here are pictures of my trip to Cheyenne for Frontier Days!
Do you see? - Oh, God!
I'm so bored!
Somebody help me!
Good evening, sir. We're Park County detectives.
We were just wondering if we could
take a quick look around your house, Mister...
God.
Well, Mr. God, it won't take but a second,
and it might help us with an investigation.
I see you like cutting the eyes
out of photos of women.
My son is a big fan of that, too.
Sarge, in here!
Jesus H. That boy was right!
Arrest that guy!
Whoa, whoa, wait!
Oh, no. Oh, wait a minute.
No, I'm wrong. - Sir?
This isn't the guy.
The serial killer always cuts off the victims' left hands.
Right.
Well, those aren't left hands, see?
On your left hand, the thumb faces to the left.
Those are all right hands.
Oh.
No, this isn't our man.
We're sorry, Mr. God.
It appears we've wasted your time.
Pretty amazing coincidence
that guy had a bunch of hands on his wall.
No wonder that boy thought he was the killer.
Yeah, amazing coincidence.
Sir?
Call it police intuition,
but something in there just didn't feel right.
Wait a minute.
Sarge...
What is it?
I'm not sure.
I'm gonna have to run some tests.
Murphy, do you remember what I was supposed to be doing?
Oh, uh...
Oh, something about hands, sir,
for the serial killer.
Oh, right, the hands, right!
Oh, my God. Murphy!
You're not gonna believe this.
That's it. No more pictures.
Time to die.
No, please.
I'm sorry I gave other people credit for your killings.
It was very wrong of me to lie about the other psychics
and get them arrested.
Your hand will be one with the others.
Please just let me go.
I'm gonna tell everyone I'm not really psychic.
I've learned my lesson! Please, I don't want to--
I don't want to have to use my psychic mind missile on you!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Hold it right there, killer!
You got here just in time.
He was gonna kill me because he was insanely jealous
of my incredible psychic ability.
Well, young man, you did an amazing thing.
Not only did your psychic visions
help us catch the killer,
but a lot of innocent people are out of jail.
Yes, thank you very much, Kyle.
Yes, thanks.
You're certainly a better psychic than Eric.
No, don't you see?
Cartman never had psychic visions.
And neither do these people.
The plain simple truth is that nobody is psychic.
There's a logical explanation
for every psychic story you've ever heard.
Do you think that's true?
It must be true. The kid is psychic.
But I don't suppose it really matters much,
because in the end, the way I caught the killer
was with good old-fashioned police work.
Come on, Murphy.
Well, young man,
I guess that just leaves one score to settle.
You can't hurt me.
Then let this be our final battle.
Oh, stop it!
Stop it!
There's a logical explanation for that.