| |
[Butters'
home, night. Butters enters the living room with a gift in hand. He
walks up to his parents. His mom is polishing an end table while his
father reads the newspaper on the sofa beside it.] |
| Butters: |
Heh-alright, Mom, I'm all done wrappin' Dad's
anniversary present for ya. |
| Dad: |
Oh, is it soneone's anniversary soon? [lets out a
chuckle] |
| Mom: |
[puts her hands on her hips] Oh, you! |
| Dad: |
Just kidding. [lowers the newspaper and takes the gift
from Butters and shakes it] Oh, I wonder what it is. |
| Butters: |
It's a- [covers his mouth for a second, then looks down]
Awww, shucks, [looks at his dad] I can't tell you. Uh but it's really
nifty. |
| Dad: |
Well, looks like we're gonna have to do somethin' extra-special
for Mommy and Daddy's anniversary this year. How about on Saturday we
all go have dinner at Bennigan's! |
| Butters: |
Bennigan's?? Oh, boy, you mean it?? [starts running
around the coffee table in excitement] Whoopee, at Bennigan's I'm goona
get the Rain Champ baby-back ribs! [stops and bounces with excitment] |
| Mom: |
Calm down there, cowboy. You've still got four days. |
| Butters: |
Four days? Oh, I don't know how I'm gonna wait that
long! |
| |
[A
montage of Butter's previous appearances in South Park fills the
screen. Then the picture of Butters with a Barbie doll grows to fill
the screen. Then as this chorus is song, the following scenes appear:
Butters at Picture Day - a lock of hair pops straight up as his picture
is taken. He tries out for Fingerbang. He turns around and is about to
show his "fruit bowl." He puts on a condom. He's with Token and Timmy
at the drogstore. He says a few lines in the "Helen Keller! The
Musical" play. He gets his hair cut at the David Blaine complex. He's
with his fellow Angels, then slides down a rope and bumps into Mr.
Garrison, then hops off.] |
| Choir: |
Who's the boy who can laugh at a storm cloud?
Turn a frown into a smile for free?
Who's the kid with the heart full of magic?
Everyone know it's Butters! |
| |
['It's "The Butters Show"'
appears over a wallpaper design of Butters' head. This is the show's
splash screen] |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me. |
| |
[Next
scenes: Butters in Mr. Mackey's basement. Butters tied to the feet of
the Provider, a statue of John Elway. Butters keeping his class
informed of what the kindergartners were doing while the class
practices its play. Butters asking a question in class about using shit
in the expletive. Butters delivering a tape to a reporter. Butters
peeking through a door in the hotel NAMBLA is meeting at. Butters
figuring out how to open the condom. Stan grabbing Butters angrily.
Butters rubbing some cow dung on his jacket after finding the dung
sticky. Butters calling upon Pele to make his volcano work.] |
| Choir: |
Who's the boy with the eyes full of wonder?
Thinks being yourself is the best thing to be?
Who's that rascal with the tweezers in his pocket?
Everyone know it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[In the splash screen, claps his fists together in the
hole] That's me. |
| |
[Next
scenes: Butters jumps into a puddle. Butters runs down the hall to the
theater proper. Butters petting a white goat. Butters holds a picture
of himself and John Elway. Butters talking in the playground, holding
his tooth. Kyle finds Butters on the street, after Butters tags a wall.
Butters in a truck, wth hockey mask on his head. Butters wondering how
to not get anthrax. Butters as a Confederate officer. Butters taking
over for Cartman on the phone. Butters talking in class. Butters
talking to some kids in the playground. Butters as a gas station
attendant after the adults are sent to prison for molesting their
children. Butters with Stan and Kyle in the orientation meeting at
David Blaine's complex. Butters at his window. Butters fainting after
holding his breath too long trying to not get anthrax.] |
| Choir: |
Jumpin' in puddles, skippin' down the hallway
And he goes to petting zoos. He loves John Alway.
- [Butters, with pic of himself and John Elway,
corrects the choir: "Elway!"]
Who's the tyke with the cutest little dimples,
Battin' his eyes at every puppy he sees?
If you look inside yourself, you might be surprised when you find
A little boy named Butters!
|
| Butters: |
[In the splash screen, the hole he was in is gone]
Thaat's that's me, [brings his fists together twice.] Yeah. [walks off
to his left]. |
| |
[Return to Butters' living
room. His mom is dusting off a portrait on the wall as his dad returns
to reading the newspaper] |
| Butters: |
[making calculations on a sheet of paper at the coffee
table] Three more days till we eat at Bennigan's. That's s-seventy-two
hours. Aw gee whiz. |
| Dad: |
[rises and walks over to Mom] Well, if you two will
excuse me, I need to go and buy a certain special lady her anniversary
present. [hugs her gently] |
| Mom: |
I hope he means me, haha. [Dad turns and walks to the
door.] |
| Butters: |
Don't be silly, Mom. Of course he means you. |
| Dad: |
[at the front door] I'll be back in a little bit.
[Butters rises to see him off] Butters, you're in charge of the house. |
| Butters: |
[salutes] Yes sir! [Dad exits and closes the door.
Butters moves back to the table.] |
| Mom: |
[walking towards the door] Oh, I wonder what he's gonna
get me this year? |
| Butters: |
We won't know until we're at Bennigan's. |
| Mom: |
[walks around Butters to the other end of the coffee
table] Every year it's the same. Your father gets me some great gift
and my gift to him falls short. [walks away towards the camera and
stops, wondering] I've just got to outdo him this year, I've just got
to. |
| Butters: |
Dad's a good shopper all right. |
| Mom: |
[kneels beside Butters] Butters, maybe you could
secretly follow your dad and see what he's getting me. |
| Butters: |
You mean, spy on him? Uh but... ain't that kind of
like... fibbin'? |
| Mom: |
[rises and goes to the computer] No, it's a little
different. You remember when the nice policeman gave yuu a badge and
made you an honorary inspector? [takes a badge from the desk and shows
it to Butters.] |
| Butters: |
Sure I do! |
| Mom: |
Why, I think Inspector Butters could find out what
Daddy'd getting Mommy without him ever knowing. [hands the badge to
Butters, who puts it on] What do you say? |
| Butters: |
[salutes her] Inspector Butters in on the case, ma'am!
[walks away] |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen, but now only "Butters" is on the screen.] |
| Choir: |
Everyone know it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] Uh, that's me! |
| |
[South
Park, night, the seedy side of town. Butter's father walks down the
street and stops at a corner. He sees a pawn shop across the street and
walks towards it. He turns and faces the street for a few seconds, then
puts on a hat and turns up the collar on his shirt. He walks back the
way he came. Butters has arrived and sees him from behind a bush across
the street. Butters has on his own disguise - a handlebar mustache -
and carries a note pad, on which he takes notes of his father's every
move. He pops out from behind the bush. His father looks around to make
sure no one is following and arrives at Studcat Theater to see "Fisting
Firemen 9." He looks around as he enters, and the doors close behind
him] |
| Butters: |
[takes down the info he sees] Hm. Dad's going to see a
movie. How nice. |
| |
[Butters'
father soon leaves the theater and walks towards a men's bath house,
the White Swallow Spa. He arrives and rings the doorbell. He looks
around both ways and enters as soon as the buzzer sounds. Butters looks
on from behind a trash can across the street] |
| Butters: |
[writes down] "White Swallow Bath House" |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
Everyone know it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] Uh, that's me! |
| |
[Butters'
hosue, night. He's returned from his tour of espionage and finds his
mother in the kitchen cutting carrots into slices] |
| Butters: |
I'm back, Ma! |
| Mom: |
Oh, hi sweetie. Did you get to follow your dad around? |
| Butters: |
I sure did. [walks over to the breakfast table and
takes a seat] Dad sure had a nice night out. |
| Mom: |
Well, did you see what he got me for our anniversary? |
| Butters: |
Well first, he went to see a movie. |
| Mom: |
A movie? Hmmm. I wonder why he'd wanna see a movie by
himself. |
| Butters: |
I don't know. But it wasn't the movie theater at the
mall. No, it was that, really old theater downtown. The Studcat. [Mom
freezes] I didn't know it was open. [a look of dread is on her face] |
| Mom: |
Wait a minute. What was the movie called? |
| Butters: |
"Fisting Firemen 9" [her dread turns to shock] I've
never seen 1 through 8. |
| Mom: |
Oh my God... |
| Butters: |
Uh but it must have been a real short movie, though,
because Dad came out, like, ten minutes later. ...And it must have been
a sad film, too, because, he had a bunch of tissue paper with him when
he came out. Poor old Dad, the movie really got to him. |
| Mom: |
Butters, where did Daddy go after the movie? |
| Butters: |
To the gym. |
| Mom: |
To the gym. |
| Butters: |
Yeah. The White Swallow Spa. |
| Mom: |
[stung by that revelation] Gaah! |
| Butters: |
Yep.
He went in there and wrestled with all kinds o' guys. He wasn't too
good, though. This one black guy had him pinned down for firteen
minutes straight! |
| Mom: |
[really shocked] ...Butters? Are you sure about this?
You have to be absolutely sure! |
| Butters: |
Inspector Butters gets all the facts. I even got some
neato pictures. [holds
them up for his mom to see. She walks over and takes them from him. She
sees her husband gong into the theater, then into the spa, then being
rammed by a man from behind...] The only thing I can't figure out
is why dad told you he was goin' shoppin' for yoru present when he was
goin' out to see the movies an' wrestlin'. [his mom faints right to the
floor] Oh, did you have a nice "trip," Mom? See you next "fall."
Hahaha, yo- Ma? |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
...Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] Uh, that's me! |
| |
[Butters'
house, day. He's working with Lego blocks at the coffee table while his
mom works on the wall behind him, painting over one shade of green with
a lighter shade. Her hair is a mess.] |
| Mom: |
[in a fractured, disturbed voice] Paaiint. Must
paaiint. Everything clean. Paaiint. |
| Dad: |
Well, honey, you've painted the entire house. Three
times. |
| Mom: |
Must paaiint. Everything clean. Everything new! |
| Dad: |
[walks over to Butters] Say Butters, m-I'm havin' real
trouble finding an anniversary present for Mom. Any ideas? |
| Butters: |
Hm. Uh-I can't think of one. |
| Dad: |
Well then, it looks like I'm gonna have to go out
shopping again. [walks towards the front door.] |
| Mom: |
[paints furiously now] Ungh. Paaiint. Everything clean.
Everything new. Paaiint. |
| Dad: |
[opens the door] I'll be back in a little while. [exits] |
| Butters: |
[walks over to the door] Should I go see what he gets
you again, Mom? |
| Mom: |
I don't think Daddy's shopping. I think Daddy's going
out wrestling again. [rolls some paint on him downwards] Paaiint.
[rolls some paint on him upwards] Paaiint. [turns around and walks
away, leaving a confused Butters behind] Must be made clean. New. |
| Butters: |
Hey, a new paint brush. That's what Dad could get Mom
for their anniversary. I gotta go tell him. [opens the dor and exits.] |
| Mom: |
[alone with her thoughts in front of a family photo]
Must clean Butters. [paints over her face] Clean. Never be clean.
Must... [paints over Butters' face] kill? The only way? Must kill
Butters. [paints some more over their faces] Paaiint. |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
...Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[The
White Swallow Spa, night. Butters is at its front doors and rings the
buzzer. The doors open and he enters He jumps up and gives the
attendant some money - $10.] |
| Butters: |
One please. |
| Attendant: |
[sounds Oriental] Locker two thirteen! [a towel pops
out through a dispenser next to the window] |
| Butters: |
Uh thanks! [takes the towel and heads for the spa's
locker room.] |
| |
[The
locker room. The camera pans across the locker room and shows nothing
but men in towels. Some of them are exercising, others just chat.] |
| Butters: |
[appears in the doorway] Dad? [walks in] Dad, you in
here? |
| |
[A
hallway. Butters happens upon a wooden door with a small window in the
upper half. He looks up at the window, then enters the room.] |
| Butters: |
Hello? Eh-anybody in here? |
| Man 1: |
[voice only] There, do you think that works? |
| Mr. Garrison: |
[voice only] Well, that's four fingers; try five. |
| Butters: |
Uh Mr. Garrison? |
| Mr. Garrison: |
...Who is that?! |
| |
[The main hallway. Butters
enters and checks the first door to his left. Two men walk towards the
entrance and walk out] |
| Butters: |
[reaches the second door to his left, which is ajar]
Da-ad? Da-ad?? [pushes the door open] Are you wrestlin' in here? [gets
a better look: two men are engaged in anal intercourse] Dad? |
| Man 2: |
This room's taken. |
| Butters: |
Oh, uh, pardon me, sirs. [exits and closes that door,
then moves to the opposite room and looks in] ndad? No. [leaves that
room and moves to the third door to his right] Hm. [opens the door: his
father is masturbating, but Butters doesn't know what that is.] |
| Dad: |
[sees his son at the door and quickly moves to hide his
penis] OOH! BUTTERS!! |
| Butters: |
Hi Dad! [waves and smiles] |
| Dad: |
[now with towel in hand] Oh God! Aaah! Ohhh! |
| Butters: |
I'm
glad I found ya. I think I know the perfect anniversary present for
Mom. But what are you doin' with your weiner out there, Dad? |
| Dad: |
[quite embarrassed, has the towel in position]
Butters, you need... to leave here right now! You need to... get out of
here, egeh... Go home and wait for me to talk to talk to you. |
| Butters: |
Oh. Well, alright then. Well, see ya at home. [backs
out and cloese the door] |
| Dad: |
[now distraught] Oh, Jesus, no. OH, what have I done? |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
Everyone knows it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[Butters' house, night.
Butters' dad is in his study.] |
| Dad: |
[closes a book, rises and calls out] Butters! [moves
towards the door] Oh Butters! Could you come and see me in my study
real quick? [moves to his armchair] |
| Butters: |
[appears in the doorway] Uh, hey Dad. |
| Dad: |
Come here, son. [taps his lap. Butters enters and
approaches] I wanna have a talk with you. |
| Butters: |
[hops onto his father's lap] Well, sure thing, Dad. |
| Dad: |
Son, I wanted to talk to you about lying. |
| Butters: |
Well, I know lying's bad, Dad. Y-you told me so. |
| Dad: |
Yes, it sure can be. [pause] But, there are also times
when distorting the truth a little ih, is appropriate. These are called
"little white lies." |
| Butters: |
Little white lies? |
| Dad: |
Ya
see, sometimes telling a little white lie is okay. Like, for instance,
when you catch your father jacking off in a gay men's bath house. |
| Butters: |
...Uh, who's Jack? |
| Dad: |
Butters, the point is that, I think that if you told
Mommy what Daddy was doing tonight, weh, she might go completely insane. |
| Butters: |
Oh no, that won't happen, Dad. |
| Dad: |
It won't? Oh, good. |
| Butters: |
Eh, no. Because I already told Mom and she's fine. |
| Dad: |
You... what? |
| Mom: |
[In the doorway] Butters, Mommy wants to take you for a
little drive now. |
| Butters: |
A drive? Oh, boy! [puts his fists together twice] I I
love a good drive. Is Dad comin' too? |
| Mom: |
No, sweetie, Daddy needs to sit and think. |
| Butters: |
[hops off his dad's lap] Alright. See ya in a bit, Dad.
[walks out after his mother] Oh boy, a drive! |
| |
[Boat
dock, night, some minutes later. Mom drives onto a boat ramp and edges
close to the water. A song plays on the radio: "Jingle Bell Rock." She
slows the car to a stop.] |
| Butters: |
Oh,jeez,
you wouldn't have believed how angry I was when Teacher said I had to
share my fingerpaints, because I've been sharin' them all along. |
| Mom: |
[with a blank expression on her face] Butters, you know
that Mommy loves you an awful lot, don't you? |
| Butters: |
Well, sure I do, Mom. I love you, too. |
| Mom: |
And sometimes moomies do things that seem hurtful to
their babies, but it's really for the best. |
| Butters: |
Oh,
you mean like the time you washed my mouth out with soap for sayin'
"nutsack" in front of Grandma. Yeah, I need to behave myself. [slaps
his right hand with his left] |
| Mom: |
If a mommy has to end her life, she can't let her baby
alone in the world to be raised by a sick pervert. |
| Butters: |
Well, sure, that makes sense, I suppose, yeah. Hey, did
you seen my mittens anywhere? [begins searching] It's cold out here. |
| Mom: |
I'm going to get out of the car now, Butters. [Butters
looks up at her] I want you to stay put with your seat belt fastened. |
| Butters: |
Oh. Well, alright, Mom. O-o-okay then.
[she
moves the gear shift to neutral, releases the emergency brake, opens
the driver-side door, and exits. She walks away from the water, and the
car starts to move forward]
You know, I think the car might be movin', Mom. [cut to a view of the
water from the dock] Yep, I'm pretty sure the car is movin'. Looks like
I'm headin' for the water. |
| Mom: |
[close up. Her hands are together, fingertips touching]
Shhh. Shhh. It's okay, baby. Mommy will be with you very soon. |
| Butters: |
[a view of the dock from the water] Well, I think I-
Yeup, it looks like the car is fillin' up with water! [she turns away
as the car leaves the dock] Yeah. I think right now might be a good
time to try to get the car out, Mom! [she walks away] |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
Everyone knows it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[Butters'
house, night, living room. His mom has returned home and is now writing
a note. A noose hangs over the coffee table, ready for her to use when
the time comes. His father, apparently, is not home] |
| Mom: |
"Dear bastard husband," No. [scribbles over the words,
then writes] "Dear lying sonofabitch," No. [scribbles over the words,
then writes] "Dear assface," Yeah, that's it. "I will no longer-" |
| Dad: |
[enters the front door and quickly grasps the situation]
Linda?? What are you doing?? [moves behind the sofa and to the lamp.
Linda rises and quickly moves to the noose, then puts it on defiantly] |
| Linda: |
Stay away from me, bastard! |
| Dad: |
Linda, I know this is very hard- |
| Linda: |
[snaps back] You don't know anything! |
| Dad: |
I've been wanting to stop going to those places, Linda,
but I couldn't. I still love you! |
| Linda: |
[sobbing] Then why, Chris, why??!! |
| Dad: |
It
just... it started as some curiosity on the Internet. I would chat with
other married goes in the chat rooms and... Well the things they woudl
talk about, Linda, I, I don't know why I found it exciting. I just did,
and it, and it grew from there and it spun out of control, and- eh,
ugh, DAMN YOU, INTERNET! |
| Linda: |
Well, [glares at him] you don't have to worry about
your family being in your way anymore! [turns away and sobs] |
| Dad: |
No,
Linda! I don't want that lifestyle! It's just kind of an addiction. I
want help. And I'm going to get help. Please, just give me a chance to
make this all up to you. [she removes the noose and falls to the floor]
We can have a normal life! |
| Linda: |
There is no going back, Chris! |
| Dad: |
Sure there is! |
| Linda: |
No! [turns to face him] Our son is dead! |
| Dad: |
What? |
| Linda: |
[sobbing] I killed him. [collects her thoughts] I was
going to end it all, and everything spun out of control for me. I
drowned Butters iin the car, Chris! |
| Chris: |
Oh no. [Linda cries loudly] No! No, no, Jesus! Linda,
what were you thinking? |
| Linda: |
[snaps] I WASN'T THINKING! [catches her breath] I
couldn't think! You destroyed my life, you!! [points at him, then
breaks down] D'Oh, God, what have I done?! Oh, Butter-her-hers-ss-ss-
[dissolves into sobs] |
| Chris: |
[confused] This can't be happening! This is a bad dream. |
| Linda: |
Just go away and let me die! [sobs] |
| Chris: |
[genuflects next to her] No! Linda, we- |
| Linda: |
I'm a murderer, Chris! I don't have a life now! [lays
down on the floor face first and pounds it with her right fist] |
| Chris: |
Linda, Butters is gone. [drops into thought]
Oh Christ, if Butters is gone, then... there's nothing we can do about
that. But I won't let you go to jail, I promise, Linda! Pleeease! [she
start weeping, then he starts, and they both weep...] |
| |
[A river, day. The family car
come into view, floating down the river, with Butters still strapped
in.] |
| Butters: |
Oh, boy! This thing ain't never gonna stop! I must be
all the way down to Denver by now. [the car floats down some more and
crashes into some boulders. The passenger-side door flies open] Ohhh,
whoopee! Finally. Uh now that the car has come to a stop,it's safe for
me to unfasten my seat belt. [unfastens it and lets it go. He scrambles
out and over the boulders] Boy, Mom must be- worried sick about- me
right now. Ah I goota get back home. [before him are some low hills and
the Rockies in the background. No buildings in sight] Wuh gee whiz,
where the heck am I? |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
-ows it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[Butters' house, day. A News 4
crew is there, with reporter in place. So is a crowd of spectators and
other news media] |
| News 4
Reporter: |
Tom,
I'm standing in front of the home of Chris and Linda Stotch. They're
living every parent's nightmare right now, as last night, while Ms.
Stotch was driving with her son in the car, a man stopped her, put a
gun to her head, andn took her son away. When asked who the man was,
Ms. Stotch replied, "Some Puerto Rican guy." Naturally, the police are
in an all-out manhunt for some Puerto Rican guy. [the front door behind
him opens and the Stotches appear] Uh, it looks like the parents are
about to make a statement, Tom. [cameras
start snapping pictures. Officer Barbrady and fellow police officers
form a barricade to keep the crowd away from the podium.] |
| Reporter 1: |
Mrs. Stotch? Mrs. Stotch? Any word yet from the man who
took your son? |
| Linda: |
No, no, not yet. But if you're out there, we beg you:
we just want our baby returned safely back to us. |
| News 4
Reporter 1: |
Mrs. Stotch, what did the kidnapper look like? |
| Linda: |
Puerto Rican. |
| News 4
Reporter 2: |
Was he tall? Short. |
| Linda: |
He was... average Puerto Rican height. Please, just
bring our baby back to me. |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
...Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[The highway, day. He's in a
Busy Beavers moving truck going uphill] |
| Butters: |
And
so them my friend started hollerin' at me, sayin' "you took my rubber
bands." Well, I didn't take 'em, Craig, did. I saw Craig take 'em.
Anyway, boy, I sure am lucky you came along, Mister. |
| Truck Driver: |
Yeah. Too bad you're not a broad, 'cause I need some
God-damned poontang. |
| Butters: |
Yeah.
I could use some God-damned poontang myself right now. Have you ever
been to Bennigan's, Mister? Oh, it sure is great. I'm goin' to
Bennigan's tomorrow night with my family. Oh, I can just see it now.
[dream sequence: the doors open and the family walks in] We'll walk in
the front doors, [a smiling waitress welcomes them and leads them to
their booth] and the nice Bennigan's hostess lady will take us to our
cozy booth [Butters focuses on the booth bench, runs to it, and climbs
on] Then we'll order some mozzarella sticks, for appetizers. [a waiter
brings the dish over] Dad will open his present, and Mom will open hers
[he gets a tie, she gets the paint brush, and they smile at the gifts]
Uh then the Bennigan's wait staff will sing
Happy Happy Anniversary from everyone at Bennigan's
- [the entire staff sings at the table as the family
listens]
Happy Happy Anniversary-eh from everyone at Bennigan's
- [the sequence is cut short as the driver gets annoyed]
Happy Happy Anniversary from everyone at Bennigan's
- [the truck stops and the driver exits to make his way
to the passenger side]
Happy Ha- Whoa, are we stoppin' for sodas? Hey, can I have chocolate
milk? [the
driver opens the door, plucks Butters out, set him by the side of the
road, closes the door, and heads back for the driver's side. He gets in
and drives off. Butters watches him go, then turns to face the receding
truck...] He must like TGI Fridays.
|
| |
[Butters'
house, day. The news crews and the crowd are gone. Inside, the parents
sit on the sofa as the police and detectives handle the case. The phone
rings. Chris rises, but the police chief stops him] |
| Police Chief: |
Let us handle it. [looks towards the phone] Barbrady? |
| Barbrady: |
[answers the phone] Hello? |
| |
[Rob's
Sassy Ladys titty bar. A few men sit around looking at an exotic dancer
works her way around a pole. Butters is at a pay phone nearby] |
| Butters: |
Oh. Hello? Uh, who is this? |
| Barbrady: |
Who is this? |
| Butters: |
Uh, is this the Stotch residence? |
| Barbrady: |
Yes. Are you calling about the abduction? |
| Butters: |
...No. |
| Barbrady: |
Oh. Well, are you Puerto Rican? |
| Butters: |
[looks down and checks himself out] ...No. |
| Barbrady: |
We need to keep this line clear. Call back another day.
[hangs up and faces the family and officers] It wasn't the abductors,
sorry. |
| Officer 1: |
[enters the front door] Chief! Two more parents from
the next town over have shwon up saying their child might have been
killed by the same guy that took the Stotch boy. |
| Police Chief: |
Really? |
| Officer 2: |
[enters with the couple] This is John and Patsy Ramsey,
from Boulder. |
| John Ramsey: |
[they rush onto the sofa] We saw your story on the
news, and we were so sorry to hear about your loss. |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
Our daughter was killed a few years ago, in our house. |
| Linda: |
Yes, I... remember hearing something about that. |
| John Ramsey: |
A and we realized... The man that murdered your son
must be the same person that killed our daughter! |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
Yes, because we certainly didn't do it! No. [they both
laugh nervously] |
| John Ramsey: |
No, huh. |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
No. |
| Chris: |
Well, our son was ab-ducted. We don't know that he's
dead yet. |
| The Ramseys: |
Riiight. |
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
...Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[A
road, day. Butters walks along and comes to a fork in the road. A gas
station sits in the middle of the fork, and a mechanic works on a red
car. Butters approaches him] |
| Butters: |
Sir? Hello? |
| Mechanic: |
[leaves the car to see Butters] Hallo, what can I do
for ya? |
| Butters: |
Wah I have to get to South Park. Eh, if you give me a
ride, I could pay you the four dollars I made at the titty bar. |
| Mechanic: |
Sarrih,
wife took the car to Estes Park for the weekend. Won't be back until
Sunday, hyeah. I can give you a ride Sunday, if ya like. |
| Butters: |
I can't wait till Sunday. I'm eating with my family at
Bennigan's tomorrow. |
| Mechanic: |
Well, then, looks like you're walkin'. |
| Butters: |
Uh will I eventually get to South Park if I follow this
road? [points to the road on the left] |
| Mechanic: |
'Aht road leads to Conifuh. You want to go to South
Park, you gotta go down that rod. [the
camera pans to the right and stops at a terrifying road. It is lined
with spooky trees with faces on them, dark threatening clouds overhead,
and eerie sounds.] 'Course, I ani't nevuh seen anyone ngo up that
rod. Six years ago a group of campers went up there and got lost. Had
to eat each other to say alahv. Used to be the way to O'Riley house. He
butchered over fifty children and kept their bodies in a cellah. But,
you should find an old bridge about halfway up. That bridge is cursed,
you know? They built it with the bones of two hundred Chinese laborers
who were massacred in '34. Yeah. Lotta historih down that rod. |
| Butters: |
[unsure, blinks] ...Well, it's my parents' anniversay
tomorrow, [starts walking] and they're gonna be awful sad if I'm not
there with 'em. |
| Mechanic: |
Well, uh good luck then. |
| Butters: |
Oh jeez. [he enters the gloomy forest] |
| Mechanic: |
[watches Butters leave] ...or is South Park down that
rod? |
| |
[I
Am Siam Thai Cuisine restaurant, day. Inside, the Ramseys and the
Stotches are seated at a booth, men on the inside, women on the
outside. Lunch is served] |
| John Ramsey: |
It's so very hard to lose a loved one, isn't it? |
| Chris: |
Yes, it, it sure is. |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
Thank goodness we have each other to share our grief. |
| Linda: |
Thank goodness. |
| John Ramsey: |
[points towards the entrance] Here he is. [a door is
heard opening and in walks...] |
| A Politician: |
John! Patsy! |
| John Ramsey: |
Hello, Gary. Great to see you. Chris and Linda, this is
our good friend, Congressman Gary Condit. [Condit approaches the table,
waves hello, and takes a seat next to Linda] He also lost someone close
to him and thinks it something to do with the same Puerto Rican guy
that hurt our kids. |
| Gary Condit: |
We're goin' tuh get that sonofabitch! [grins. That grin
is fixed in place] |
| Chris: |
Yes, I'd I sure hope we do. |
| Gary Condit: |
I spoke with the FBI and some Puerto Rican guy has just
made their Number One Most Wanted, heh. |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
Oh, good. Maybe now they'll catch him. [the door is
heard opening again] Oh, here's another member of our support group.
[waves hello] O.J. |
| O.J. Simpson: |
[waves] Hey guys. |
| Gary Condit: |
Chris, Linda, you know O.J. Simpson. [O.J. walks up and
shakes Linda's hand] |
| Linda: |
Oh. Sure. |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
O.J.'s wife was killed by an uh some Puerto Rican guy,
too. |
| O.J. Simpson: |
Yup, it was some Puerto Rican guy all right. |
| John Ramsey: |
So you see, Chris and Linda, there are people like you
all over the country who've been affected by some Puerto Rican guy. |
| Gary Condit: |
Hey! Let's make Chris and Linda an official part of the
group. |
| John Ramsey: |
Yeah! |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
Yeah! |
| O.J. Simpson: |
Alright! |
| Patsy Ramsey: |
[waves her knife like a conductor's baton] One of us!
One of us! |
| Gary Condit: |
Gooble gobble gooble gobble! |
| O.J. Simpson: |
[joins Condit] One of us! |
| |
[the two lines happen together] |
| The Ramseys
and Condit: |
One of us! One of us! |
| O.J. Simpson: |
One of us! Gooble gobble! |
| |
|
| The Ramseys,
O.J., Condit: |
Gooble gobble! Gooble gobble! One of us! One of us!
[the Stotches look at the other four in fear] |
| |
[The
scary road, night. The skies have cleared to reveal a bright full moon.
The camera moves down to the road and Butters comes into view singing
to himself] |
| Butters: |
For family fun and great food, too, come on down to...
Bennigan's
- [a shadow flies over the trees in front of him, and
an eerie cry is heard. He stops]
Buffalo wings and fried food, cokes, and Foster Farms at... Bennigan's
- [a snarling sound is heard. He stops and turns right,
looking into the trees]
Uhuh, hello? [after a while of looking, he turns left and starts
walking again] So come and eat at...
|
| A voice: |
[whispering] Why can't he see us? |
| Butters: |
...Bennigan's.
You'll love all our... shenanigans.
- [the
eerie sound is heard again, and three red dots are ained at his
forehead - he has been targeted by someone, or something... He turns
right again and looks into the trees. Someone looks back, and turns on
thermal vision. A neon view of Butters is shown. Butters turns left and
start walking agian. The three dots remain trained on his forehead]
Oh, nutsack [moves his hands to his mouth and gasps a bit] Oops.
|
| |
["The Butters Show" splash
screen] |
| Choir: |
Everyone knows it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[pops out through an exploding hole and points to
himself with his thumb] That's me! |
| |
[Butters'
house, day, the anniversary has arrived. Inside, Chris and Linda are
fighting over the details of the unfolding story of Butters'
disappearance. He sits on the sofa; she's pacing the floor, crying, and
both are unkempt] |
| Chris: |
Naw, Linda! Because you can't now say that the abductor
is Costa Rican! [rises] You have to learn to keep it straight! |
| Linda: |
I can't keep it straight when you keep inventing new
parts to the story! |
| Chris: |
Hey, don't forget that I'm covering for you! [the door
opens and Butters walks in] |
| Linda: |
Don't forget: your lies started all this. [Butters
closes the door] |
| Chris: |
My lies may have been deceitful, but your lies cover up
something much more horrible than anything I ever did! [Butters
approaches and looks] |
| Butters: |
Happy Anniversary! |
| Chris: |
Not now, Butters! |
| Butters: |
Oh. [moves off to his left] Alright, then. I- |
| Linda: |
Butters?? [spots him and scoops him up, then shares him
with Chris]Oh, Butters! |
| Chris: |
Son! I don't believe it! [they both drop on one knee as
they hold on to Butters] |
| Butters: |
Ah, I'm sorry. The car just rolled into the lake, and
it floated all the way down the river. I tried callin' home, but it was- |
| Linda: |
Oh, my baby's back! |
| Butters: |
I ain't grounded, am I? |
| Chris: |
No-huih, no, Butters. Oh, son, why... [relief fades to
spin] Oh... Uh, we're gonna need you to tell a little white lie about
where you've been though, alright? |
| Butters: |
Lie? |
| Linda: |
Oh. Eh yes. Uh darling, you're going to have to say you
don't know how you got home. |
| Chris: |
No! You have to say that a Puerto Rican man dropped you
off! [both parents set Butters down and rise] |
| Linda: |
Ohhh, who's gonna believe he just dropped him off?! |
| Butters: |
Hey, you stop hollerin'! It's your anniversary. |
| Chris: |
[over Butters' voice] Now we don't really have a
choice, do we?! |
| Linda: |
You're the one that made up the stuff about the Puerto
Rican, IDIOT! |
| Butters: |
Uh stop it, Mom and Dad. |
| Chris: |
Well you're the one who couldn't back it up wit a
description, stupid! |
| Butters: |
Now gosh darn it, you! [steps in between his parents]
You listen here! Now I am sick of these harmless lies and l-little
white lies. You know, you can call a shovel an ice-cream machine, but
it's still a shovel, Mom and Dad. Ah, and you can call a lie whatever
you want, but it's still a no-good stinkin' lie! And when you start
coverin' up one lie with another why, now that's when you get into real
trouble! [Chris and Linda listen] Boy I've, I've just about had it up
to here [puts his right hand to his chin, palm down] with you two! [a
few seconds of silence follow] |
| Chris: |
...Butters... You're as right as rain. |
| Linda: |
[genuflects and messes with Butters' hair] You sure are. |
| Butters: |
Well I ain't in trouble for hollerin' at ya, am I? |
| Linda: |
No, Butters. You're the best son in the whole world.
[Chris walks over to the phone as Linda and Butters look at each other]
And I am so happy you're alive. |
| Butters: |
...Well ah, I'm happy you're alive too, Mom. So now can
we go to Bennigan's? |
| Chris: |
You bet, son. But Mommy and Daddy have something they
have to do first. [picks up the receiver and starts dialing...] |
| |
[Butters'
house, day. The news media and the spectators are back at the Stotch
house for another press conference.. The front door opens and the
Stotches step forth to the podium, all cleaned up and well-dressed.
Cameramen begin taking pictures] |
| Chris: |
We... have an announcement to make, um. Our son has
been returned to us. [Butters
comes out of the house to stand next to his parents, and cheers are
heard in the crowd. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman are present] |
| Man in Crowd: |
Wow, alright |
| Stan: |
Butters was missing? |
| Chris: |
But,
that isn't all we have to say. You see, we learned a very important
lesson tonight and it took the smarts of our young son to show us. |
| Butters: |
[points at the crowd] Yeah! |
| Linda: |
We've learned that deception is wrong and that the only
thing to ever make it right again is to come clean. |
| Butters: |
Yeah! [a shot of the Ramseys, O.J., and Condit] |
| Chris: |
You
see, I've been deceiving my wife for several months. I was going to gay
movie- and bathhouses and having sex with random men who were complete
strangers. |
| Butters: |
[raises both arms in victory] Ye-! [turns to look at
his father, and his arms go down] wait, what? |
| Cartman: |
Huho! |
| Linda: |
[Butters is now afraid of what she might say] And when
I found out I went crazy, I went crazy and I drove my son into the lake
to kill 'im. |
| Butters: |
Uh, k-kill me? Uh Jesus Christ! |
| Stan: |
Damn, dude. |
| Chris: |
So
you see, there was no "some Puerto Rican guy." He doesn't exist. And so
the people we owe the biggest apology to are the Ramseys, Congressman
Condit, and O.J. We gave you false hope for finding the person who hurt
those close to you and, we're sorry. Now we're just happy we won't have
to live a life of secrets. For I knew that even though some of you
supported us, some others were looking at me and thinking, "You're a
liar! You're a LIAR!" [points at the crowd, and Condit's fixed-grin
face is shown] "You know somethin' that you're not telling us, you
slimy, scumbag LIAR!!" [back to Chris]
Eh you know, that's what people would say to me. And then people would
see my wife at the supermarket and they would say, "Hello," but they'd
be thinking, "Ah, there goes that MURDERER!" [a shot of O.J.] "You got
away with MURDER you murdering, lying, waste of life!!" [back to Chris]
And to me, people might say things like, [a shot of Condit] "LIAR! Tell
us what you know you God-damned LIAR!!" [back to Chris] And so, to both
of us, people all over town would be saying things like, [a shot of the
Ramseys] "You know God-damn well what happened to your kid, so stop
acting like victims, and confess, you MURDERING MURDERERS!!" [a shot of
O.J.] "CONFESS!!" [a shot of Condit] "LIAR!! CONFESS!!" [back to Chris]
You know, and, that's what people would be saying to us, and so, we
just had to come forward and tell the truth. |
| Linda: |
We're sorry we lied to you all. It won't happen again. |
| Chris: |
And now, if you'll excuse us, this family has to get to
Bennigan's. |
| Man 2 in Crowd: |
Yeah-ah-alright! [the
parents go back in the house as a stunned Butters stands on the
walkway. The crowd disperses and Stan, Kyle, and Cartman walk up to
Butters] |
| Stan: |
Wow dude, your dad's a perv and your mom tried to kill
you. |
| Butters: |
Yeah. Boy, you fellas are sure gonna rip on me at
school now. |
| Cartman: |
We sure are. |
| Butters: |
I really wish I didn't know that stuff. I guess I
learned that sometimes, lying can
be for the best. Yup. Oh well, when I want a chipotle bleu cheese bacon
burger at Bennigan's, I forget all about my dad... bein' queer and my
mom tryin' to kill me. I'm gonna be okay. |
| Stan: |
Really? |
| Butters: |
Naw, I'm lyin' |
| Chris: |
[appears in the doorway] Let's go, son. |
| Butters: |
Wuh comin', Dad! [goes inside the house] |
| Choir: |
Everyone knows it's Butters! |
| Butters: |
[returns to the doorway and points to himself with his
thumb] That's me! |
| |
[End of Butters' Very Own
Episode] |
