♪ I'm goin' down to South Park, gonna have myself a time ♪
♪ Friendly faces everywhere ♪
♪ Humble folks without temptation ♪
♪ Goin' down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind ♪
♪ Ample parking day or night ♪
♪ People spouting, "Howdy, neighbor!" ♪
♪ Heading on up to South Park, gonna see if I can't unwind ♪
Mrph rmhmhm rm! Mrph rmhmhm rm!
♪ Come on down to South Park and meet some friends of mine ♪
What are you guys all doing here?
I don't know.
I got this emergency letter from Cartman,
who said to meet in his basement.
Yeah. Us too.
Ah, gentlemen. Thank you for coming.
We don't have a lot of time, so I'll cut to the chase.
The girls at our school
have been hiding something from us --
hiding something huge.
What?
What if I were to tell you that the girls have a device
which allows them to see into the future?
What?
How do you know?
The girls do not have a device that shows them the future.
That's retarded.
You, sir, mocked Cartman before,
yet you too sit here demanding answers.
Now, damn you, let him speak!
Thank you, Clyde.
Uh, I'm afraid it's true.
I secretly videotaped the girls on the playground yesterday
using my Wellington Bear video camera.
I caught the following images on tape.
I warn you.
These images may be too shocking for young children.
Okay. I'm not looking.
Video playback, initialize.
So cool.
Okay. My turn, my turn! Do me now!
Okay, Bebe. What do you want to know?
I want to know if I'm gonna live in a big mansion in the future.
Okay. Let's find out.
Ready? Pick a number.
Four!
One, two, three, four.
- Okay. Pick a color. - Blue.
B-L-U-E.
- All right. Pick another color. - Red!
Okay. Okay. Will Bebe live in a big mansion in the future?
- "Definitely yes." - All right!
Whoa.
Do me next!
I want to know if I'm gonna marry somebody cute.
I'll do it. I'll do it. Pick a number.
- Three! - One, two, three.
- Where did they get that thing? - Shh!
G-R-E-E-N.
- Now blue. - "The answer is no."
Aw, dang it!
Oh, my God. How does it know the answer?
I...don't believe it.
Believe it!
The girls can ask it any question they want,
and it gives them an answer.
Freeze image.
Gentlemen...we have to get our hands on that device.
How is the incubation shield coming, Clyde?
It's all set.
Once we have the device, it can be housed in here safely
until we know what we're dealing with.
Good man.
Any luck here?
The outside of the device seems to be covered in numerals.
Inside are colors,
which must open up some kind of temporal time wall.
Good. Keep working.
We want to know all we can before we try to operate it.
All right, gentlemen.
Our containment center for the time relic is nearly complete.
All that's left is get the device from the girls
and bring it here.
Let's go take it!
Don't be a fool, Craig.
You really think the girls
are just gonna hand that technology over?
So what do you suggest?
Heidi Turner...is going to have a slumber party
on Thursday night.
There's no doubt in my mind the girls will be using
the future-telling device there.
If we can get somebody invited to that slumber party,
not only can we get ahold of the device
but find out how to use it.
Yeah. There's just one problem.
A boy can't go to a chick slumber party.
No. Not a boy...but a girl.
One of us is going to have to go undercover --
show up in school tomorrow
disguised as the new girl who just moved to town.
You mean like that movie "Juwanna Mann"?
No, not like "Juwanna Mann," Kevin, okay?
It's way cooler than that!
But if one of us pretends to be the new girl in class,
the girls will wonder where that boy went.
Which is why we'd have to fake that boy's death.
It's simple spy stuff, my friends.
Take your top man, fake his death,
then send him in disguised as the enemy.
That's a pretty solid idea.
But who?
Mr. And Mrs. Stotch?
- Yes. What is it, Officer? - You'd better come quick.
Your son is down at the Bowery Building
threatening to kill himself!
What?!
Don't do it, son!
You have too much to live for!
Oh, my God! Butters!
Oh. Uh...hi, Mom!
Just keep stalling, Butters.
We don't have the dead pig quite ready yet.
Uh...
Butters?
Butters, whatever is troubling you, this isn't the answer!
Look at all these people who've come out for you!
Just come down now, son, and we promise
we won't ground you for more than a couple weeks.
Aw, geez. Now I'm gonna get grounded, too.
Okay. It's ready. Step down, Butters.
He -- He's coming down.
Oh, thank God!
No. Wait. W-What's he doing?
Okay. One...two...
Jesus Christ!
Oh, my God!
He...didn't make it.
No-o-o! No-o-o!
My son is dead!
No-o-o!
Nice.
And he shall be remembered
as a peaceful little boy who warmed his parents' hearts.
Butters.
Lord, as we commit this child's body to the earth,
may we ask it be the last child you strike down so mercilessly.
We know this request to be futile, Lord,
but just thought we would ask.
No-o-o!
Butters!
No-o-o!
Don't put him down there!
Okay, children. Let's take our seats.
Now, I know that we're all still in deep, deep mourning
over the tragic death of our classmate Butters.
Who's Butters?
But we all must try to move on,
and so I'd like you to help me welcome a new student
who has just moved here from Dallas.
Children, please say hello to Marjorine.
Oh. Uh, hello.
Welcome to our school, Marjorine.
Oh. Thank you.
Dude, I think it's totally working.
The girls are totally buying it.
Why don't you tell the children
a little about yourself, Marjorine?
Well, I'm just a typical little girl.
I like dancing a-and ponies
a-and getting my snootch pounded on Friday nights.
Nice.
Now, Marjorine, that's not very ladylike.
Us Colorado girls love to get pounded in the sniz
just like any woman, but we keep it to ourselves.
Oh.
That girl sure has a strange sense of fashion.
Dude, they totally think he's a girl.
All right. Have a seat, Marjorine.
I'm sure the other girls will be happy
to show you around the school.
Won't you, girls?
Where do you buy your clothes?
Oh, uh, you -- you know -- girl places.
Dude, they've bought it hook, line, and sinker.
This is going swimmingly.
Heidi, sweetie, I'm just gonna set the snacks over here.
Okay, Mom.
Oh, and, Heidi, there's going to be one extra girl
coming to your slumber party.
Who?
The new girl in your class -- Marjorine.
Mom! I didn't invite her!
I know, sweetie, but I got a call from Marjorine's mother.
Her mother?
She said Marjorine is having a really hard time
being at a new school.
Her mom asked me personally if we could have Marjorine over.
And besides, her mother told me
that she works as a state official
and that I should respect her authoritah.
Linda. Linda, please come downstairs.
Why c-couldn't we help him?
W-Why is our little boy dead?
Oh, Butters.
Oh, Butters, I miss you so much!
Mr. Stotch?
I know what you're thinking.
Who are you?
I came to talk you out of it.
You need to just accept that your son is dead...
not try to bring him back.
Bring him back? W-What are you talking about?
I know you're thinking of putting him up there --
the Indian burial ground up that road.
You're thinking if you bury his body there,
it will come back to life.
Sometimes dead is better.
Indian burial ground?
It's been done before, what you're thinking of --
the Nelson boy back in '85.
You're saying if I dig up my son's body
and rebury him at the old Indian burial ground, that I --
Don't do it, Stotch!
What comes out of the ground ain't the thing you put in.
The Indians knew that.
That's why they stopped using it when the ground went sour.
I'm just here to talk you out of it.
Don't bury your son's body
at the Indian burial ground, Stotch --
the one that's right up over there
behind the Andersons' barn.
Sometimes...dead is better.
All right, Butters. That's Heidi's house.
I can't do it, fellas.
I can't go into a girls' slumber party.
What if they find out I ain't a girl?
You're gonna be fine.
Now, Butters, we don't know exactly what it is
that girls do at their slumber parties.
But if they all start, you know, lezzing out,
- just roll with it. - Lezzing out?
- What's lezzing out? - Now, look, Butters.
When the girls bring out the future-telling device,
pay attention to how it works.
Once you know how to operate it,
just grab it and get the hell out of there.
Then I can go home and tell my mommy and daddy
I'm not really dead?
Yeah, dude. Of course.
Now go. The party's already started.
Good luck, man.
Remember, Butters, you must get that future-telling device
from the girls at all costs.
And just roll with it if they start lezzing out.
All right, girls.
Now, we all want you to have a good time,
but as Heidi's parents, tonight it is our responsibility
to look out for all of you.
There's not gonna be any drinking, no pot,
and most importantly,
if I catch any boys anywhere near this party,
they're gonna be in a world of hurt!
All right. Have a nice time, girls.
So, what do you guys want to do first?
We could play "Girl Talk."
- Uh-huh! - All right!
I brought the new Justin Timberlake CD.
We should dance to it.
- Cool! - Yeah! That'd be fun!
How about we read each other's futures?
I know. Let's do "light as a feather, stiff as a board."
- Yeah! - All right!
Who wants to go first?
I will!
Oh, geez. Are we gonna start lezzing out?
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board!
Jesus. What are they doing in there?
God only knows the horrors that go on at girls' slumber parties.
Let's just hope Butters can survive it.
Aah! Aah! Witches! You're all witches!
Marjorine, what is your problem?
Huh? Oh, nothing.
Hey, you guys want to tell each other's futures now?
Yeah. I can tell you your future, Marjorine.
You're going to live alone your entire life
because you're a nerdy, dorky geek!
Yeah, and your hair is totally stupid.
Yeah, and you're flat.
Marjorine, why don't you just leave?
Nobody wants you here.
Hello, son. Don't you worry.
Daddy's gonna make everything all right again.
There he is. There's my boy.
Come on, Butters.
Oh. Butters, you smell like...bacon.
Don't worry.
We're gonna bring you back, son.
We're gonna bring you back!
You guys, I think we went too far with Marjorine.
She's in the bathroom, crying.
Marjorine?
Nobody likes me.
Oh, gee. She's really upset.
I feel terrible, you guys.
It can't be easy being the new girl in school.
Marjorine.
Marjorine, hey, we didn't mean it.
You don't know how hard it is to be me.
Marjorine, we were just teasing.
We think you're great.
You think I'm ugly.
You're not ugly, Marjorine.
You said I'm ugly and I'm flat.
Marjorine, you just have a different look, that's all.
We just -- We need to help you bring out your inner beauty.
Yeah. How about we all give you a little makeover, Marjorine?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
- Come on! Let's go!
You mean it?
Dude, it's been too long. Something's wrong.
Maybe they found him out.
Then he's already dead.
Come on. We got to go check on him.
Can you see anything?
♪ Don't be so quick to walk away ♪
♪ Dance with me ♪
♪ I wanna rock your body ♪
He's just dancing around!
That son of a bitch!
- ♪ I wanna rock your body ♪ - Whoo! Whoo!
- ♪ Dance with me ♪ - Yeah!
Marjorine, sweetie? Your mom's on the phone.
- ♪ Till the break of day ♪ - Yay!
- My mom? - ♪ Dance with me ♪
- Hello? - Butters!
Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?
Well, I'm just having some fun with my girlfriends.
You aren't there to have fun, you black asshole!
You're supposed to be getting the future-telling device!
Well, I'm working on it!
Working on what -- your dance moves?
Now, look, I'm getting pretty sick of this!
I've put myself through a lot,
and you can't talk to me like that...uh...Mom.
Just do what you were sent in there to do, dickface!
That's awesome.
Hey, Marjorine, you want to know your future?
Huh?
Uh, c-could I hold that?
Sure. Here. You do my future.
How?
Well, you know. It's easy.
You just put your thumbs and index fingers in here.
Aha! I knew it!
Boys at the slumber party!
There's a boy here?
Stand back!
I had a great time tonight,
but I got to do what I was sent here to do.
Hyah!
He's got it! He's got the device!
Tango! Tango! Tango! We've got it!
Let's get it to the containment center! Go!
Come on, Butters!
No! That time device is nothing but trouble.
I'm done, and I'm going home
to tell my mom and dad I'm not dead!
What the hell?
We have the device now!
The power belongs to us!
Anybody have a piece of notebook paper
so I can make another one?
Go! Go! Get it in the containment field!
Stephen, you did what?!
I had to, Linda!
If there even was the slightest chance
it would bring him back -- I don't know.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore!
You dug up our son's body?
Performed some kind of pagan ritual?!
Linda, I did it for you.
You wanted him back so much. So did I!
Not like this!
Not like this.
He wouldn't be our son, Stephen.
He would be a walking abomination...
an unholy demon spawn!
Hello?
It's him.
Keep the door locked.
Mom? Dad?
It's me -- Butters!
I'm back.
Oh.
Oh, God.
No!
It's gone, Linda.
It's gone.
Heaven forgive me.
Hey, Mom and Dad. I found a --
Oh, God! It's terrible!
What have I done?!
I-I guess you're probably a little surprised to see me.
It isn't right! Make it go away!
Gentlemen, this is a historic day for all boy-mankind.
In a few moments, we will know the future.
H-Hold on, guys.
We're not sure what this device is capable of.
Maybe we should wait until we've had more time to study it.
No, no. We don't have time for that, Stan.
It's time to ask it a question.
How come you get to use it first?
Because I do, Clyde.
I want to use it.
I'm asking the first question!
Let's just start with something simple.
Will Kyle die before he's 20?
Wait! I don't want to know that.
Ask it if the Broncos are gonna win on Sunday.
No, dude. Then it won't be fun to watch.
Will you all just shut up so I can do this?
You shut up, asshole!
I don't want to know when I'm gonna die, fat-ass.
You guys! You guys! Stop!
Look at what this thing is doing to us.
Butters was trying to tell me something outside the house,
that this device is nothing but trouble.
I think I know what he meant now.
How could it be nothing but trouble?
We risked everything to get it from the girls.
How long before the girls attack us to get it back?
Yeah. Forget about the girls.
What about when the CIA or -- or the Russians know we have this?
They'll come after it for sure.
Maybe we should take it to someplace safer.
And then what?
Hide forever from the government?
From the terrorists who want to use it for evil?
Maybe -- Maybe nobody is meant to have this kind of power.
You mean destroy it.
Are you guys nuts?
After everything we've gone through?
We got it away from the girls. That's what matters.
But now the right thing to do isn't using it ourselves.
Then we're no better than they are.
Think of the power!
It's too much power -- for anybody.
Stan's right. It has to be destroyed.
Are we sure about this?
We'll never know the future.
Nobody will.
That's the way it's supposed to be.
Hit it, Kenny.
Damn, Ken.
Here. Here. You see?
It's going to be all right.
Hello, s-son.
Hi, Dad.
He was supposed to stay dead!
Mom, Dad, can I come upstairs now?
I'm sorry, son, but...you're a demon spawn now.
You're an abomination.
Can I please just have something to eat?
I'm pretty hungry.
It's...hungry.
Yes.
It must feed.
Hello. I'm Rachel with Quality Curtains.
Oh, yes. Thank you for coming.
Which room are we looking at?
Just follow me to the basement.
Yes. The basement.
Oh, my. It's pretty dark down here.
You sure you need curtains?
Oh, my God!
Hello. I'm Butters.
Little boy, what are you doing down here?
Aah!
Huh?
There you go, son. Eat.
What are we becoming?
Come on. Don't watch it feed.
Can't I just have some Spaghettios?