Fanfic (repost): Cartman Has a Heart Attack
KrytenToo
Cartman Has a Heart Attack
(with thanks to the late Anthony Burgess)
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Insert legal crap here.
Sheila appears courtesy of alt.tv.southpark's own Kyle Broslofski!
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<Opening chords. We come in on Mr. Garrisson's class. He's just finishing up>
Garrisson: ...until the word "Maudling" is thoroughly obscured. Well, that's it
for today, children.
Pip: But, Mr. Garrisson, there are still forty minutes left! <someone flings a
pencil at him> Ouch, me head!
Garrisson: Yes, but there's a sale on tequila at Jim's Rotgut Palace, and
they close in <checks watch> twelve hours, so I'd better get going.
<Playground>
Stan: Well, we're stuck here, that bitch won't leave for a half-hour.
Crabtree: <passing> WHAT DID YOU SAY??!!!
Stan: I said Brian Hitch loves half-sours!
Crabtree: Oh. I prefer garlic dills.
Cartman: Aaaghh!!
Sheila: What's wrong, snookie-woogums? <Kenny giggles. Sheila whacks
him with a pinwheeel>
Cartman: Knives... of... fire... in... heart... seriously... pain...
Chef: <passing by> Oh, fudge. This looks serious. We'd better get you
to a hospital.
Kyle: Oh, he's always having chest pains like that. Ignore him.
Chef: What! This happened before? Eric, how long has this been going on?
Cartman: Agony... intense agony... administer Cheesy Poofs... doctor...
<passes out>
<The paramedic clowns, last seen in "Conjoined Fetus Lady", carry him off>
<Hell's Pass Hospital>
Doctor: Well, it's only a mild heart attack .
Mrs. C: Oh, that's good news.
Doctor: Not in an eight-year-old, sir, I mean, maam.
Mrs. C: Oh...
Doctor: I'd like to ask, if I may, about his diet?
Mrs. C: Well, last night, I made Beefy Balls, and Wingy Things, and Chicken-
Fried Cheese...
Doctor: Oh, dear...
Mrs. C: And then for lunch...
Doctor: Have you ever considered a salad? <Mrs. C stares blankly> You,
know, vegetables?<Mrs. C continues to stare> Here, read this pamphlet.
< He hands her a booklet. It looks like a "For Dummies" book. The title is
"Nutrition for Fatasses">
<Mr. Mackey's office>
Mr. M: Now, it's obvious to me that Eric has a serious eating disorder, mkay?
If this continueshe'll die. Dyin's bad.
Mrs. C: I think it's because I've had to be both mother and father to him.
Cartman: Literally. Heh heh.
Mr M: Quiet! Mkay? Now I think your problem is that you have no friends.
Cartman: I do so have friends!
Mr. M. Friends who actually like you?
Cartman: Well...
Mr. M: You're substituting food for love, mkaay? Substituting food for love
is bad. Now, youhave deep-seated psychological problems. You're one
seriously screwed up tub of lard, mkay? Dieting's not going to work, mkay?
Mrs. C: So, what do we do?
Mr M: I know a guy who works real miracles with behavior modification
therapy. Now, officially, I can't recommend him, mkay? His procedures
are rather unorthodox. They've been banned in every state. There are a
number of warrants out for his arrest. There are rumors that he walks
the streets at night to eat the flesh of the living. Wait, no, that's Callista
Flockhart. Mkay. Anyway, here's his card.
<Hands them a card. It says "Dr. Burgess, Mad Scientist." "Mad" has been
crossed out>
<Mr. Garrisson's class>
Kyle: <Reciting before the class> And so, this proves that Kyle Rayner was
the greatest Green Lantern ever.
Garrisson: Very nice, Kyle. You get an F-minus.
Kyle: WHAT!??
Garrisson: Every idiot knows that Hal Jordan was the best Green Lantern.
Mr. Hat: Yeah, what planet are you from?
<Kyle mumbles angrily as he takes his seat>
Sheila: Has anyone seen my fat little fuzzy wumpkin today?
Stan: No. And don't call him that! It's just... wrong!
Sheila: Screw you, hippie!!
Kenny: (He's dead)
Stan: You WOULD think that, wouldn't you.
Kyle: Actually, I heard he's going to some new diet doctor.
Stan: Figures. We're stuck here with Harvey Fierstein...
Garrisson: Where? I...I mean, I heard that!
Stan: And he's at some fancy spa.
<Deep, dank dungeon. Cartman strapped into a dentist's chair>
Dr. Burgess <a gaunt man with wild hair> Welcome, Eric, to your nightmare!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
<scene goes blurry. Dissolve to Cartman waking up>
Cartman: Whoah, what a nightmare.
<We see that he is in the same dungeon with Dr. Burgess. >
Dr. Burgess: As I was saying... Welcome to your nightmare!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Cartman: Aw, weak!
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To be continued!
JB
"You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of
their own, are sane... It is up to people like you and me who are out of our
tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity.'"- Rev.
Arthur Belling
Dain of the Iron Hills
kryt...@aol.comIH8SPAM (KrytenToo) wrote:
>Cartman Has a Heart Attack
>(with thanks to the late Anthony Burgess)
Dude! I did see this! I thought I had commented on it, but I guess not!
Finish it please! (getting on knees, begging and groveling <g>)
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Dave Benson
really liked the fic. Keep it up and finish it. Skip school/work if
you have to.
dave.