Trey Parker - Pinkeye lyrics

[October 30, Outer Space. Mir Space Station is shown orbiting earth.] Comrade 1: Vladned chaviski. Bodad comrade Dobalsted. [Propulsion systems stable... No problems with Mir...] Comrade 2: [in an alien mask, sneaks up on the first] Graaah. Comrade 1: Ayyy! Comrade 2: Porchad. Hehe, vlided il chalfeka [Gotcha, Happy Halloween] Comrade 1: Shtaad, boded but shtaad. [You scared me, you communist ba*tard] [a warning bu*ton flashes. The message beneath it reads: (Russian text) Warning Una Problema] Comrade 2: Oh, shtool. [Oh...Crap] Comrade 1: Shtool. [Crap] [Bus Stop. The boys await the bus. Mir crashes. One end of it falls on top of Kenny, narrowly missing the other boys.] Stan: Oh my God! They k**ed Kenny! Kyle: You ba*tards! Cartman: What the hell is that thing? Kyle: It looks like a UFO. Cartman: There's no such thing as UFOs. [Sirens wail as ambulance pulls up. Two paramedics go over to Kenny's corpse.] Paramedic: Let's get 'im to the morgue. [They put his corpse in a body bag, then toss the bag into the ambulence and drive off.] Cartman: Hey, wait til you see my Halloween costume tomorrow. It kicks a**. Kyle: Dude, it can't be cooler than mine. Stan: Hey man, we gotta get home and get our costumes ready. [They walk off.] [South Park Morgue. Outside, an owl hoots, then a crow reaches the morgue's sign and sh**s on it. Inside the morgue a mortician places a hose into Kenny, blood starts flowing out] Mortician: You know, I think d**h is least funny when it happens to a child. [Marty places a hose into Kenny, green embalming fluid flows in.] Marty: Oh, yes, I know what you mean. [pulls out a hot dog, pours Worcestershire sauce on it, and takes a bite.] Mortician: Marty, do you have to put that stuff on everything? Marty: I don't know, it ju- it just makes everything taste so...English. Mortician: Well, let's let him drain. [They walk away. Worcestershire sauce falls over and pours into embalming fluid. Kenny's eyes open, and he gets up] Mortician: ...So then the necrophiliac says, "If this ain't a cadaver then I-" [Kenny busts through a door and takes a bite out of the mortician's head.] Hey! Marty: [his shoulder bitten by Kenny] Aaah! [Kenny walks away] God damn! That little turd bit me! Mortician: Me too! [Kenny leaves the morgue and an owl hoots] [Bus Stop. Kyle is standing there with a Chewbacca mask on. Stan walks up; his costume consists of red yarn hair and big rosy cheeks.] Kyle: Ha ha, you look like a pansy. Stan: Shut up Kyle! Kyle: What uh, what are you supposed to be? Stan: I'm Raggedy Andy. Kyle: Hehe. Why the hell did you dress up like Raggedy Andy dude? Stan: Wendy's going as Raggedy Ann, and she said this way we'd win the costume contest for sure. Kyle: No way dude. I'm gonna win the costume contest with this sweet Chewbacca costume. Stan: Wendy said that first prize is two tons of candy. Kyle: Wow! Cool! Cartman: [walks up] Hey, dudes. Kyle: Cartman! What kind of costume is that? Cartman: It's Adolf Hitler costume. Sieg Heil, sieg heil. Stan: Where'd you get that? Cartman: My mom made it, isn't it cool? Kyle: No it's not cool! Cartman: What are you supposed to be Stan, Howdy Doody? Stan: No, I'm Raggedy Andy, fata**! Cartman: Ohh, heh- wow, you look pretty cool. [He and Kyle laugh] Kyle: Hehe. Sissy. Stan: I'll kick your a**, Kyle! Cartman: Oh look out, Holly Hobby's all pissed off! [Kenny's corpse approaches.] Stan: Hey look, Kenny's not dead. Kyle: You forgot to wear a costume Kenny. Stan: Yeah, what's the matter? Couldn't your family afford a costume for you? Kyle: Yeah, why's your family so poor Kenny? Cartman: Kenny's family is so poor that, yesterday, they had to put their cardboard box up for a second mortgage. [Stan laughs. Kenny does nothing while birds chirp] I said, your family had to put a cardboard box up for a second mortgage, Kenny! [Silence] I'm talking to you Kenny, achtung! [Silence] Poor piece of crap. Ms. Crabtree: [pulls up] COME ON, WE'RE RUNNING LATE! Stan: Aah, we're always running late you ugly stank. Ms. Crabtree: WHAT DID YOU SAY?! Stan: I said, "I can't wait to own a fishing tank." Ms. Crabtree: Oh, neither can I. [South Park Clinic. Marty and the mortician are being treated] Doctor: [á la James Stewart] Very interesting. Mortician: What, what is it doc? Doctor: Well, your- your temperature is only 55 degrees, you have no pulse, no heartbeat, and your, your eyes are all puffy and sticky. Mortician: Oh no, you mean... Doctor: Yeah, I'm afraid the two of you have - Pink Eye. [Marty and the mortician gasp] I'd give you topical medicine, but I don't wanna touch ya. Marty: Oh I'm so hungry, and all I can think about eating is, eh, brains! Doctor: Yeah, well for God sake don't touch your eyes. I'll prescribe some antibiotics. [South Park Elementary. The boys are walking into cla**] Kyle: Just wait till everyone sees my sweet Chewbacca costume. They're gonna be so jealous... [The entire cla** has a Chewbacca mask on.] Stan: Whoa, dude! Kyle: Everyone came as Chewbacca?! Mr. Garrison: [in drag, Mr. Hat has a Chewbacca mask on.] It sure does seem to be a popular costume this year Kyle. Mr. Hat: Roar. Kyle: [throws off his mask] Dammit! Stan: Wendy? Wendy: Hi, Stan. Stan: You said we were going to be Raggedy Ann and Andy, remember? Wendy: Yeahhh? Stan: We were going to enter the costume contest as a pair. Wendy: I know, but then... I guess I just realized how stupid we would look. Stan: You what?! Wendy: I thought you would reach the same conclusion, so, I came as Chewbacca. [Stan bangs his head against a desk] Bill: Heheh. Heheh. Fosse: Hey Stan, you look almost pretty enough to kiss. Bill: Yeah, you want to be my girlfriend? Huhuh. [Stan bangs his head again.] Fosse: Yehaha. Bill: Huhuh. Cartman: There, you see? All of a sudden, my costume is pretty bada**, huh? Kyle: Dude, dressing up like Hitler is not bada**! Cartman: You're just jealous! Why don't you go back to Endor you stupid wookie?! Kyle: Wookies don't live on Endor! Cartman: [In a mocking voice] Wookies don't live on Endor. Kyle: Well at least my mom's not on the cover of Crack who*e magazine! Cartman: What?! What did you say?! Mr. Garrison: Okay now, all you little Chewbaccas take your seats. [they do] Children, since today is Halloween, I thought we should learn something about the great horror writer, Jackie Collins. You see, when Jackie Collins first wrote her novel- [Kenny's arm falls off and Mr. Garrison stops.] Wendy: [looks down] Eww. Mr. Garrison: Is there a problem Kenny? [Silence] Let's try to keep our hands and arms to ourselves, okay? Kyle: I'm never gonna win that two tons of candy looking like everybody else! [In front of Cartman's House. Liane is decorating the house and yard, and she sings...] Liane: Oooh, I'm gonna decorate the house for Halloween, with scary ghosts and bats and creepy crawly things... [She places a poster of Richard Nixon (aka Tricky Dick) on the door. Two zombies, formerly the mortician and Marty, pa** by] Hello there! Zombie: Uuuhh. Liane: Happy Halloween! Zombie Mortician: Must eat brains. [they attack a pa**er by, eating his brains and tearing his arms off.] Liane: It's the most wonderful time of the year do do do do do do do do- Pa**er-by: Aaargh!!! Oh my God!!! [the zombies finish him off] [School Cafeteria] Kyle: I'm gonna make a new costume during recess. I can still win that candy. Cartman: Hey Kenny, are you gonna eat your pudding? [As Kenny] No Eric, go ahead and take my pudding, if you'd like. [as himself] Why thank you Kenny. How nice of you. Kyle: Aren't you hungry Kenny? [Kenny just sits there] Stan: He hasn't moved an inch, or said anything. Chef: Hello children. Kyle, Stan: Hey Chef. Chef: [noticing Cartman's Hitler costume] What in the hell are you doing dressed up like that?! Cartman: Eating Kenny's pudding. Principal Victoria: [approaching] Hello there, children. Ooh, love the Elvis costume, Chef. Chef: Elvis? I'm Evel Knievel. Why the hell would I dress up like Elvis? Principal Victoria: Well, why the hell would you dress up like Evel Knievel? [turns to the boys] Anyway, I hope that you kids are-Daagh! [notices Cartman's costume] Eric, God bless it, what do you think you're doing?! Cartman: Hey, he said I could have his pudding! Ask him yourself. [As Kenny, poking the side of Kenny's head with a fork for effect] That's right, Principal Victoria. It's okay with me because Eric is cool. Principal Victoria: Where did you get that costume, young man?! Cartman: My mom made it. Sieg Heil, Sieg Heil! Principal Victoria: Sshh! Oh, God bless America. [grabs Cartman's shoulder; he starts screaming] You get into my office before anyone else sees you. I have to show you an educational video. Cartman: Eeehh, I don't want to see a educational video-o. [Principal Victoria drags him from the table. Clyde enters the cafeteria with his lunch, and Kenny...] Clyde: Owww, you bit my arm! [it begins to throb and glow] Kyle: [pleased] Oh, good. Kenny's back to normal. [Inside Principal Victoria's office] Principal Victoria: Watch the video Eric. [revs up the VCR] Narrator: Adolph Hitler was a very, very naughty man. Hitler: Schnell ach. Lovental bros lieben. Alle Menschen werden Brüder. Doktor Stalin? Alarm! Menchoss? Zellan vei zamboa- Cartman: [daydreaming himself as Hitler] Juden est verboten, a den ascriber utz, kapieda hockuh. Juden est verboten, God dammit! Puffy the Bear: So remember kids, dressing like Hitler isn't cool! Principal Victoria: Now, do you have any questions? Cartman: [gleefully] Could I see that again? That was cool. Principal Victoria: You must remove that costume, immediately! Cartman: I can't, I have to win those two tons of candy. Principal Victoria: Well, how about we make you a new costume. Let's see now. [spies a white sheet behind Cartman.] Aha, thought of something. How about we make you a nice scary ghost costume? Cartman: [Whining] I don't wanna be a stupid scary ghost! Principal Victoria: Aaand, let me just make a few quickie alterations, and there ya go, young man. [Cartman looks suspiciously like a KKK member.] [South Park Street. Pack of zombies walks down the street. A pair of joggers are jogging] Jogger: Ho, looks like they got a touch of that pink eye that's going around. [The zombies attack the joggers, who scream for their lives] [School gym, the costume contest is about to start] Cartman: Boo! I'm a ghost. Stan: Oh man, I feel like a total choad. Cartman: Aw, come on Stan, maybe that's just because you look like a total choad. Chef: Hello, children. Cartman: Hey Chef. Chef: Aaaaah! [runs away.] Cartman: Whoa, Chef's really scared of ghosts, huh? Stan: Hey, where's Kyle? Kyle: [bursting through the doors] Check this out! Stan: Whoa, dude! Cartman: What is that? Kyle: I'm the whole solar system! The planets even all revolve the right way. That tub of candy is as good as mine! Mr. Garrison: [blows a whistle] Okay children, let's get you lined up so the judge can get a good look at your stupid little costumes. [They line up on the stage.] Children, this year we have a celebrity judge, the star of 'Family Ties', Miss Tina Yothers. [some applause] Cartman: Who? Kyle: Dude, I thought she was dead. Stan: Yeah, me too. Mr. Garrison: Thank you Miss Yothers. [Tina hands Mr. Garrison the results.] Okay, the second place award for best costume goes to... Kenny, for his Edward James Olmos costume. [Tina places a second place ribbon on Kenny.] And the award for the very best costume goes to... Wendy, for her Chewbacca costume! [Tina places a first place ribbon on Wendy.] Kyle: What?! But she looks just like everybody else. Up yours, Tina Yothers! [Tina looks on shocked.] Mr. Garrison: And the award for worst costume this year goes to... Stan, for his stupid little clown thing costume. Let's all point at Stan and laugh, children. [Everyone laughs] Yeah. Stan: Thanks a lot, Wendy! You ruined my Halloween! Wendy: Relax Stan. You'll feel better once we're out trick-or-treating. Stan: I don't wanna trick-or-treat with you. You lied to me. Mr. Garrison: Okay, children. Let's all gather around and bob for stupid apples now. You go first, Bebe. [Bebe begins bobbing for apples] That's good, just use those mouth muscles like the girls in Beijing. Clyde: Brainnns. Ahh. [attacks Bebe, attempting to eat her brains.] Mr. Garrison: Wait your turn Clyde. [Outside Chef's House. Somebody jumps out from behind a bush.] Johnson: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhh! Chef: Ah! Damn Johnson, what the hell's gotten into you? Johnson: Piiink eyyye. Chef: Get the hell out of here Johnson! I don't want no god damn pink eye! [closes the door and sits down to watch TV] [News 4 Special Report] Tom: [referring to Mir's crash landing] ...And the President responded to the incident by saying, quote, "Screw those Commie ba*tards, and screw their little wussy space station." [The backdrop shifts to a pair of pink eyes.] In other news, a pink eye epidemic is now sweeping the town of South Park. Here with a live report is a midget wearing a bikini. Midget: [behind him, zombies are shown ransacking the town.] Thanks Tom, already more than half the townspeople here in South Park have been infected with the pink eye virus. [Zombies are shown attacking another townsperson, and generally ransacking South Park.] Symptoms include a complete loss of heart functions, blood pressure, lung activity, and of course, sticky puffy eyes. Chef: Pink eye my a**. I've seen this kind of thing before. [At the bus stop, nighttime] Cartman: Where the hell is Kyle, we don't have all night to wait for him. Stan: I bet I get more candy than you dude. Cartman: Are you crazy?! I'm the candy master. Stan: No, no, you're the a** master, there's a difference. Cartman: Hey, I'm not the one who walked around all day looking like Pippi Longstocking. Stan: Oh yeah? Well, at least my mom's not on the cover of Crack who*e magazine! Cartman: God damn it, my mom is not on the cover of Crack who*e magazine!! Kyle: [arrives dressed as a vampire] Hey dudes. Stan: Oh, good, you're here. Now let's make sure we got everything. Flashlight... Cartman: Check. Stan: Plastic pumpkin pails... Kyle: Check. Stan: Taser... [activates a taser] Kyle: What's that? Stan: For shocking people who try to give us granola treats, or something. Cartman: Yeah, granola pisses me off. [Kenny arrives] Kyle, Stan: Hey Kenny. Cartman: Whew! Eh, you stink Kenny. Kyle: You still didn't get a costume Kenny? [Silence] Cartman: Eh, too bad drinking scotch isn't a paying job, or else Kenny's dad would be a millionaire. [Silence] I said your dad would be a millionaire, get it?! Kenny?! Your family is poor Kenny!! Your family's poor!!! [Silence] I don't like Kenny anymore, he, he just doesn't communicate. Wendy: Hi guys. Cartman: Hi Wendy. Stan: [pointedly] How's your barrel full of candy Wendy?! Wendy: Oh, I didn't want all that sweet stuff. I gave it away to hungry children in Nairobi. Cartman: You what?! Are you insane?! Wendy: Let's go trick-or-treats. Stan: I don't think so Wendy, I think you've had enough candy for one day. Wendy: Stan, I'm awful sorry you got dressed up like Raggedy Andy. Please don't be mad. Cartman: How can he be mad with such pretty hair and rosy cheeks? Stan: Trick-or-treat with yourself, Wendy! Wendy: But Stan! Stan: No buts, Wendy! I wish you were dead! [The boys walk away. Wendy looks dejected. A low moan is heard and a shadow overcomes her] Wendy: AAAAAAAAAAAH! [South Park Clinic. A patient turns to the side and coughs] Chef: Doctor! Doctor: Why, hello Chef. Let me guess, pink eye, right? Chef: No, no doctor, I've seen this type of thing before. This ain't no pink eye, it's the living dead. Doctor: What the hell are you talking about? Chef: Think about it: Dead people getting up and walking around, and Tina Yothers comin' to town? Coincidence?? Oooh I don't think so! Doctor: Chef, Ah- I think maybe the pink eye has made you a little delirious. Le- let me give you some, some topical cream. Chef: Damn it, don't you see? These people have been thematized. They got no heartbeat, no feeling. I'll show you. Errr! [Chef tears off Mr. Torres' arm. Mr. Torres is gushing blood.] Mr. Torres: Aaah! Doctor: Uhh, Mr. Torres was here for a routine check-up Chef. Chef: Oh, sorry. [tries to replace Mr. Torres' arm.] But my point is, that topical cream ain't gonna fix what's wrong here. [Mr. Torres falls over, in shock from blood loss.] Doctor: Hey hey, now, now, there, there have been a lot of incredible advances in topical creams over the last few years. Chef: Doctor, who is the first person to come in here with the sickness? Doctor: Well, uh, i- it was the mortician and his a**istant at the morgue, yeah. [Zombies burst through the doctor's door.] Chef: Aaaaaaaaaah! [leaps out the doctor's window as zombies close in on the doctor] Doctor: Now, now, now let's, let's form a line, I've got enough topical cream for everybody. [They attack] Ahh! [In front of a House. The kids ring the doorbell.] The Boys: Trick-or-treat! [Kenny's other arm falls off.] Elderly Woman: Ohh, how cute. [reaches to place candy in Cartman's pail. Kenny attacks her arm with a vengeance.] Aaah! Stan: Dude, Kenny! Elderly Woman: Oh, My God! Call 911, call 911! [she retreats and shuts the door] Cartman: Nice going Kenny, she was about to give us candy. Elderly Woman: [from inside her home] Call 911! Stan: Yeah, she had Sweetie Pops. Cartman: You owe me a Sweetie Pop, a**hole! [City Hall. Chef bursts into the Mayor's office.] Chef: Mayor, we've got a big problem. [There is a pile of money on the Mayor's desk. Barbrady is presently wearing a garter and fishnet stockings. The Mayor stands up, her blouse in disarray.] Mayor: Ugh! [gets up from under her desk] Why, why Chef. What a surprise! [Chef lets out a sigh of exasperation] Officer Barbrady: You're probably wondering why we're standing here with a pile of money and no pants on. Chef: Actually, uh- Mayor: Well, I can a**ure you that it has absolutely nothing to do with the Japanese Mafia. Officer Barbrady: [wagging his finger] Not a thingy-dingy. Chef: I don't really give a crap! We've got to do something about the living dead! Mayor: You mean, Tina Yothers? [Barbrady and McDaniels chortle.] Chef: No, dammit! I'm talking about the zombies that have taken over South Park! Officer Barbrady: Well, Evel Knievel, why don't you jump over them with your rocket cycle? [Barbrady and McDaniels laugh.] Chef: [pissed] Aw, the hell with you both! [leaves the office.] Mayor: Well, let's get back to it. Officer Barbrady: Righty-o. [The Mayor lies down behind the desk.] [Another House, another doorbell. A large individual opens the door.] The Boys: Trick-or-treat. Dude: Hope you kids like chocolate-peanut bu*ter-cream puffies. [Kenny attacks his shoulder.] Aaah! [Kenny is literally feasting on this guy. The guy twirls around as he says] Get it off! Get it off me!! Gaaah! [falls down, Kenny takes chunks out of his skull and eats them.] Cartman: Damn it! We'll never get any candy if Kenny keeps eating people! Stan: Yeah! That's it Kenny, you can't trick-or-treat with us anymore! [The boys pa** by a house being overrun by zombies] Somebody: Oh, God! [Yet another house, yet another bell. Three KKK guys open the door.] The Boys: Trick-or-treat. [the Klansmen stare back] Cartman: Heyy. They're all dressed up like ghosts too. [One of the guys places a single candy in Cartman's pail.] One Tootie Bar? You cheap ba*tards! [Cartman, Kyle, and Stan walk through downtown South Park. Zombies are tearing up the town. Ned and Jimbo can be seen on a rooftop firing at the zombies. Two zombies are playing hot potato with a head.] Female: Oh my God! [a person off to the left is decapitated] Oh my God! [a zombie picks up a car and drops it on a child] Nooo! [Chef's House, and the boys ring his bell] The Boys: Trick-or-t-Aaah! [Chef appears with two chainsaws in hand.] Chef: Get off my property you brain eatin' zombie ba*tards! The Boys: Hey, Chef, trick- Stan, Kyle: Chef! No! Chef: [suddenly calm] Oh, sorry children. I thought you were one of them. Cartman: Can we have some candy now please?! Chef: Damn it boy, what in the hell are you doin' dressed up like that?! Cartman: I'm trying to trick-or-treat God dammit! Chef: Remind me to whup your a** good next time I see ya. Now, get in here before those zombies getcha! [The kids enter and sit on his sofa] Stan: What are you talking about Chef? Chef: Zombies children. South Park is overrun with the living dead. Haven't you noticed anything strange lately? Kyle: Well, not really, except that Kenny keeps eating people's brains. Chef: Don't you children see, Kenny's turned into a zombie. Along with everyone else in town. Stan: Oh my God, that means... Kyle: If everyone is turned into zombies... Cartman: Then, there won't be anyone to give us candy! [the other two gasp] Aaah! Kyle: Chef, you've gotta help us! Chef: I'm working on it children. [packs the chainsaws] Stan: Wait, where are we going? Chef: The doctor said the first people he treated were the mortician and his a**istant. Now, I've gotta hunch we'll get to the bottom of this... at the morgue. [Kyle farts. Stan and Cartman laugh] Cartman: It was Kyle. [South Park Morgue] Stan: I don't know about this Chef. Kyle: Yeah, I'm scared. Cartman: Remember candy, focus on the candy. [Inside the Morgue] Stan: What are we doing here Chef? Chef: Just look for anything suspicious. Kyle: [looks around the desk] I found it! I found it! Stan: What? Kyle: [holding up an issue of Crack who*e magazine, with Liane Cartman on the cover] See Cartman, your mom is on the cover. Cartman: Eh, sh**... Stan: We told you dude. Cartman: You guys, sh**... Chef: You better let me take that Kyle. [takes the magazine] Stan: Hey Chef. Look. [Stan and Chef see the embalming fluid, and the knocked over Worcestershire sauce bottle. Chef retrieves the bottle and reads the label, which says: WARNING! Not to be used as embalming fluid! Emergency Hotline 1-800-555-5633] Chef: I gotta call this hotline number children. Pip: [bursts through a window] Piiink eye! Cartman: It's the British kid! He's a little limey zombie now! Pip: Aaah! [More zombies are bursting into the Morgue.] Chef: Look out children! [Four zombies break through a wall. One comes out from a file cabinet. One stands in front of the boys and threatens them. Four more come through the wall next to the window, followed by Kenny. Stan pummels the threatening zombie with a baseball bat and takes him out] Zombie: Ow, ooh, ow, gowuh- Stan: Okay Chef, dial the hotline number. Chef? [looks to his right and sees that Chef is now a zombie, dressed like Michael Jackson in the "Thriller" video.] Kyle: Chef!!! [He begins to dance, and the zombies join him. During the song, the zombies are dancing, as though elaborately choreographed.] Chef: I'm gonna make love, even when I'm dead. My body might get cold, but it's always hot in my bed. Make looove, don't you be afraid; Just because my heart ain't beatin', it don't mean you won't get laid. [Wolf howl, then Chef lets loose a howl.] Stan: Let's get out of here! [the boys leave] Chef: [opens his jacket] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [In the cemetery by the Morgue] Stan: We gotta call that Worcecestershire sauce hotline. Cartman: Hey, there's a pay phone! Stan: You call the number Kyle. Kyle: But the zombies are coming! Stan: We'll hold 'em off. Hotline Voice: Welcome to the Worcestershire Sauce customer service hotline. For Worcestershire sauce recipes please press 1 followed by the pound sign. For Worcestershire sauce product placement, please press 2. If Worcestershire sauce has been used as embalming, please pr... [Kyle quickly presses 3] [Stan and Cartman are both wielding chainsaws and being surrounded by zombies.] Cartman: Nobody screws up my trick-or-treats and gets away with it! [removes the head and arm from one zombie.] Aaah, kew! Stan: [removes the heads from two zombies at once] Sweet! [More zombies surround Stan and Cartman. Zombie Chef is distracted by the issue of Crack who*e Magazine.] Hotline Voice: Worcestershire sauce emergency hotline, this call might be monitored to ensure you the highest quality service, how may I help you? Kyle: There's a bunch of zombies here! Hotline Voice: Please hold. [Stan and Cartman are laying into zombies, heads are flying everywhere. Cartman takes one zombie in the groin while Stan is shown removing the head from another. Wendy approaches, Stan turns to see who's next] Stan: Wendy? Wendy: Aaahahah! Cartman: Finish her dude, she's a zombie now! Stan: I know, but uh-... but... Cartman: Come on Stan! Remember how she dissed you at the costume contest? Stan: Hey, yeah! [starts revving the chainsaw.] Hotline Voice: For regular sauce, the first thing you need to do is make sure that you do not just go out and start decapitating zombies left and right. Do you understand? Do not start decapitating zombies left and right! Kyle: Uh, okay. Then what? Wendy: Aaahh. Stan: [apologetically] Wendy, I know we had a fight, and I did wish you were dead, but, I didn't mean it. Cartman: k** her Stan! Hotline Voice: All you have to do is k** the original zombie. The one that started the whole mess. Once you k** the original zombie, all the others zombies will turn back to normal. Kyle: Original zombie? Well, how the hell do we know who the original zombie is?! Hotline Voice: We realize you have a choice in worcestershire sauces, we are delighted that... Kyle: [hangs up and stops] Wait a minute, that thing landed on Kenny, and they took him to the mortuary. Wendy: Aaah! Stan: I, I can't. Wendy: Aaah! Kyle: [runs in with a third chain saw and cuts Kenny in half.] Oh my God! I k**ed Kenny! You ba*tard! Wendy: [the zombie look fades] Oh, what happened? Stan? Stan: Don't worry babe. Everything's going to be okay. Kyle: It's working! They're turning back to normal. Chef: You did it children! Cartman: Ok, let's go trick-or-treatin' now, come on! Wendy: I'm sorry I dissed you at school like that Stan. I guess I just wasn't very considerate of your feelings. Stan: That's okay Wendy, I'm sorry I wished you were dead. Wendy: Maybe we could actually kiss tonight Stan. [puckers up. Stan freezes up and looks ill, then pukes on Wendy.] Eww, gross Stan, sick! Barf is gross! [walks away. Stan just looks on] [Cemetery. The boys are at Kenny's grave. Somber music is playing.] Stan: Oh man, I can't believe he's gone. Kyle: Yeah, he was too young to be taken from us. Stan: Dude, you're the one who cut him in half with a chain saw. Cartman: Let, let us remember the good times, Kenny would have wanted it that way. [begins to sob uncontrollably. Kyle tries to console him, but refrains] Stan: You know, I've really learned something today. Halloween isn't about costumes, or candy. It's about being good to one another, and giving and loving. Kyle: ...No, dude, that's Christmas. Stan: Oh, then, what's Halloween about? Kyle: Costumes and candy. Stan: Oh. Cartman: [still wailing, then abruptly snaps out of it] Well, let's go home, start eating that candy. Kyle: We can eat it at Cartman's house, and see more naughty pictures of his mom. Stan: Yeah. Cartman: Knock it off you guys, she said she was young, and needed the money. Stan: Cartman, those pictures were taken like, last month. Cartman: Lehh, eh, screw you guys! [Somber music plays again. Zoom in on Kenny's grave. Weird music plays as Kenny, newly sewn together, bursts from the grave.] Kenny: (Heeeeyyyy, kick a**) [A statue of an angel falls on Kenny.] (Ow!) [a moment later an airplane flies into Kenny and the statue.]