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"Dances with Smurfs"

Good morning, South Park Elementary.

These are the morning announcements.

Parent/teacher conferences begin next Thursday.

If you have not yet done so,

please turn in your parents' requested time sheets

by the end of fifth period today.

Lunch today will be a choice of chicken tostadas

or spaghetti with a marinara sauce and side salad.

Attention, fourth graders.

The fall registration for glee club

starts tomorrow.

Any interested students should fill out a--

Whoa! What's going on?

I'll kill you!

- I swear to God, I'll kill you! - Who are you?

I'm the man who's going to

put a bullet between your eyes!

Hey! He's got a gun!

You little bastard!

You fucked my wife!

You think I wouldn't find out?

Sir, please, I don't know you.

Yeah, right!

What the hell is going on here?

You, sir, need to leave this area--

Oh God! He shot him!

You had to push me, didn't you?

- Now you! - Ahh!

Sir, I don't truly--

There! How does it feel, huh?

Please, I don't know you--

You're Gordon Saltski, right?

Truck driver from Chicago?

No, I'm Gordon Stolski!

Third grader who reads the morning announcements!

Yeah right! We'll see if that's true!

Go on, read the morning announcements!

- Somebody help me-- - I said do it!

Any interested students should

fill out an applicant survey--

I knew you were lying!

That was terrible!

Now put your mouth over the barrel of this gun.

No, please... I'm so scared.

I'm so scared.

Do it!

Please, I... I'll do whatever

you say I... Here, see?

I got my mouth on the barrel.

Look at you now.

We're all dead!

We will always remember the way that

Gordon bravely read the announcements every morning.

Lead us in the Pledge of Allegiance, m'kay,

and touched many kids' lives here at the school.

And even though we now know that

the shooter had him confused with a 40-year-old truck driver

who happened to have a similar name,

I know this has been pretty traumatizing, m'kay.

Now we must decide who will pick up

where little Gordon left off?

Who will take his place reading

the morning announcements?

It is a big responsibility.

Because it will be your voice the entire school listens to, m'kay.

And although Gordon Stoltski can never be replaced,

m'kay, there must be a student out there

who has the drive and the passion to

have his or her voice heard every morning.

Oh my God.

So you're, uh, trying out to be

the morning announcements person as well?

Yeah. I think it would be really

f-f-f-fun and r-r-r-aise my self es-es-es-e-steem.

Oh this is it, huh?

Okay, uh, Mike,

why don't we have you tryout first, m'kay.

Ha ha!

He stutters like a bitch!

I've got this job in the bag!

Who are you?

My name is Casey Miller

and I'm in the third grade.

Ever since I can remember,

people have told me

I should read the morning announcements.

My friends always said to me,

"Dear Casey, your voice is like butter to our ears.

Could you please find a way

to get that audible chocolate on the airwaves?

Well, here I am.

And hopefully, I'll be the kid with the job.

M'kay, really nice, Mike.

Maybe next time you can get past the first word.

Oh, Casey Miller, good.

You're trying out, too?

I'm trying out and drying out

in the sultry summer sun, that is my voice.

M'kay, Eric. You wanna go next?

M'kay, Eric.

I'm just gonna have you read this piece of paper.

Mr. Mackey,

what's a moronic jiz rag?

What?

What on Earth are you askin' me that for?

Well, it's just that...

That's what that Casey kid

said about your hair piece.

Get lost, you little dirtball!

- Excuse me? - I said take a hike!

I don't understand what I did wrong.

Beat it. You're not getting the job!

Good morning, South Park Elementary.

These are the morning announcements.

And I am Eric Cartman.

All forms for the school book drive

must be handed in to Mr. Davis in the library

by the end of the school day today.

Hmm, doesn't seem like they gave us

a lot of notice on that, okay.

Oh, well.

For lunch today, the cafeteria

will be serving a selection of cold sandwiches.

Cold sandwiches.

Oh, well. Thank you so much.

Remember when we used to be served hot food?

I mean, what has happened to our school?

This school is transforming into

something very bad and why?

Because we have leadership that doesn't care.

I'm talking of course about our student body president.

Wendy Testaburger.

Ever since Wendy was elected student body president,

this school has started a rapid decline

towards some socialist regime

where students no longer have a voice.

The music room will be closed off today due to painting.

All students in band or choir

will meet in the gymnasium instead.

Oh so, now the school is using money to paint the music room.

How old and outdated is our playground equipment?

What other school has a 15-year-old merry go round on it?

Our school president is turning this whole place

into Communist Russia.

It's not a coincidence, that once Wendy took office

this school started coming apart

at the seams.

Your teachers don't want to tell you,

but they are scared and they should be

because the very fabric of this elementary school

is tearing from all corners.

Oh jeez!

But hey, I'm just a normal kid

like you, except that I ask questions.

And because I'm brave enough to ask questions,

I come under scrutinies.

Is Wendy using your lunch money to buy heroin?

Probably not.

But how can we know?

I don't want my lunch money

going to drugs.

Who's taking these drugs? What would be the point?

I'm asking questions.

Will somebody shut him up?

You wanted to see me, Principal Victoria?

The job is to read what is written on the paper, Eric,

not to embellish the way you do.

Oh, I get it.

You're trying to silence me!

You're scared that somebody is standing up to this school

and its president for once!

No, it's just that the announcements need to be quick

so the students can get on with their work.

Oh, really?

Then how come Gordon Stolski got to go on for like five minutes

that one day?

Well, because he was being murdered.

You just want somebody to read what's in front of them

like a brain-washed zombie, is that it, Mr. Mackey?

I am not Gordon Stolski, okay?

I'm not some dog on a leash

that just blindly says what he's told,

until he's killed.

All we ask is you keep it shorter.

Oh, I will.

And maybe I'll also have a word with the ACLU.

Tell them that a student is being told

not to speak out against his school.

I'm sure they'll find that very interesting.

Well...

Good morning, South Park Elementary.

These are the morning announcements.

Tryouts for the soccer team are Friday afternoon.

That is, of course,

if our student body president does something

about our abysmal soccer field.

I have a question.

What does Wendy Testaburger actually do?

She is supposed to be the president, right?

What is her agenda?

She's lying to everyone!

Or is she? Let's ask these questions!

Today I want to talk briefly about the state of our school's economy.

The bake sale last week was a complete failure.

And besides that, who actually voted for Wendy Testaburger?

I know I didn't.

And everyone who did is now scratching their heads

and going, "Oops!

"Guess I shouldn't have done that."

I'm not in the student council.

I'm just a normal kid like all of you.

And like all of you,

I want to know what has happened

to my school!

I pledge allegiance to the flag...

Of the United States of America.

Our United States,

not the one that Wendy Testaburger would have--

a socialist dung hole.

A socialist dung hole...

Good morning, students.

These are the morning announcements.

If you will direct your attention to the new video monitors

at the head of your class.

You will see that the announcements

are now being done in video.

Oh God. No!

Lunch today is going to be pizza.

Again.

Friends, our school is dying

and you know it. You feel it.

You're like me, you wanna change it.

But oh no, Wendy Testaburger's not gonna let that happen.

This is not the school we grew up in

and... and I don't know if we can get it back.

So let's take a look at exactly what our school president wants.

You know, what is she trying to achieve?

Let's just take a look at these key words here.

Wendy has made it clear she wants our school

to be a more integrated, leftist, and liberal place.

But you see, when that happens,

what we get is a--

Socialist, modern, utopian,

reformed farce of a school.

So when you look closely,

it becomes very obvious what Wendy wants.

K-I-L-L S-M-U-R-F-S.

Our school president

wants to kill Smurfs.

No!

I don't know if we're turning into a Smurf hating school

or what we're turning into.

But unless you ask why,

we're gonna transform into something.

Hey Wendy!

Wendy!

Is it true?

Is what true?

That you hate Smurfs?

I don't have time for this.

Hey now,

me and us fellers are just asking questions!

- Yeah! - That's right!

- We can ask! - Try to understand this:

All I do is try to help run student council.

I don't give a crap about Smurfs!

Oh! It is true!

- Oh my God! - She admitted it!

Oh my God!

Maybe you guys should check into

what student council actually does

before you just blindly listen to what some idiot

with a microphone tells you!

What did the Smurfs ever do to you?

You bitch!

I just called the president a bitch!

Yeah!

- That was cool! - Awesome!

- Yeah. - Yeah, great job.

Thank you, and this is to...

Douglas.

To Douglas, there you go.

Book signing today, everyone.

Be sure to pick up your copy.

- Hey, Eric! - Well, hello.

Another person who cares about

the future of our school!

Oh, you bet!

I love all the stuff you said about

how our school president never does anything!

And how she's changing everything!

Yes. Well,

now you can read about all the things I've said, Butters.

Take this copy of my book.

Cool, thanks!

That'll be $5.

Oh okay...

What the hell do you think you're doing?

A book signing.

I looked through your stupid book.

It's 540 pages of ripping on Wendy

and calling her a slut!

I do not directly say she's a slut.

"Wendy Testaburger has proven time and time again

that she will do anything to pleasure her vagina.

Whether it is the school football team

or the janitor's on their break,

Wendy spends her time as President on her knees

or on her back taking the ol' in out for hours on end."

You didn't read the rest, dude.

- Or does she. - Or does she?

See, that's a question.

I'm asking questions, Stan!

I've called for Wendy to come on my show and defend herself,

but she won't do it.

Yeah, and she hates Smurfs!

"Shouldn't we be worried if our school president is a girl

who would rather get her tits licked

than go to student council meetings?"

- Whoa! - Yeah. Geez.

Hey, hey! Stop reading that!

What do you mean?

Listen, just because a guy's voice is on the intercom

and his words are in a book

doesn't mean he has any idea what he's talking about!

Yes, it does.

Eric Cartman is simply making it

so that all kids take the responsibility

to question their school leaders.

We should all ask if our president

is a penis hungry hooker with a huge vagina.

I'm Casey Miller.

Wendy, did you see the stuff

Cartman is saying about you now?

I really don't care, Stan.

Well, don't you think you should go on his show

and defend yourself?

Everyone is starting to think you're a crappy president.

I'm not giving Eric Fartman

one minute of my time, you got that?

I'm not acknowledging his stupid questions.

If you want him dealt with,

you'll have to do it yourself.

You wanted to see me again, Principal Victoria?

Eric, we've been informed by a concerned student

that you are writing naughty books

about one of the girls here at the school.

Oh, Wendy came and told on me?

So what, because she's president,

she can't be written about?!

Eric, apparently you wrote that Wendy's private parts

are big enough to fly an airplane through, m'kay.

And what if they are?

You'll stop me from asking just because Wendy forces you to?

Eric, the student body president

really doesn't have the kind of power that you--

Just enough power to force you

to stop me from selling my book.

Face it, you're a lackey, Mackey.

Eric, I've had enough!

You cannot and you will not

sell your books on school grounds.

Do I make myself clear?

Clear as summer rain.

Clear as a flavorless bottle of vitamin water!

This school has finally transformed into

the socialist whore land where a student isn't free.

Well, I'm not going to be a part of it.

Do you understand?

I am leaving this hypocritical Communist school!

I am walking out and I am never coming back!

Live from the principal's office--

These are the morning announcements.

Here is Eric Cartman.

Yesterday, as most of you know,

I walked out on this program and on our school.

I was so... fed up with our President's hypocrisies,

me not being allowed to sell my book...

I wanted to live in a place

where my values were still upheld.

And so I decided to leave it all behind

and instead go and live

with the Smurfs.

I simply observed the gentle Smurfs at first.

I wanted to understand how they could live

such simple and decent lives.

They were wary of me at the beginning,

but slowly, I began to earn their trust.

It wasn't long before the gentle Smurfs accepted me

as one of their own.

Whoa...

The Smurfs and I grew to understand each other.

They shared with me their art of picking Smurfberries.

And I shared with them stories of my country's forefathers.

Of course, it wasn't long before...

I fell in love with Smurfette.

We were from two different worlds

and yet, we spoke the common language of passion.

These are the morning announcements?

Shh!

Papa Smurf was displeased at first.

He told Smurfette I wasn't a real Smurf

and we could never be happy.

But I eventually proved myself to Papa Smurf

by picking more Smurfberries

than any Smurf had ever smurfed before.

Finally, all was right with the world.

But then... a crisis.

Clumsy Smurf burst into the Smurf ceremony

to say that humans had come to destroy all of Smurfland.

No!

No, you must leave the noble Smurfs alone!

Who is behind all this?

I should have known!

Wendy!

Out of my way!

Wendy! What are you doing here?

Smurfberries are worth a lot of money.

With all those Smurfberries,

I can power the school for the entire year!

Wendy, I know you're President of our school.

But you can't just dig up the Smurfs' land!

Fuck the Smurfs! They can suck my fat tits.

How many Smurfberries is enough, Wendy?

You can suck my fat tits too.

Smurfette, no!

Suck my fat tits!

And so now our school

has plenty of precious, unobtainable Smurfberries.

Yeah. Well, big deal.

At what cost did our school president get it?

Every Smurf is dead.

Wiped out and we will never see them again.

Go on, look outside.

You won't see any Smurfs.

Of course, since I'm being silenced

I'm not allowed time to show you the entire movie.

And so please buy "Dances With Smurfs" available now on DVD.

The question now is what happened to morals?

What happened to dignity?

What happened to my school?

That does it!

Our student council is corrupt and has to be dealt with!

I can no longer stand idly by.

We need to get all the kids together who want to fight back

and tell them to meet after school!

We will forever remember this day,

the day we finally stood up to Wendy Testaburger!

It is time for that slutty Smurf-killing bitch

to get what's coming to her.

I don't know about all of you,

but I have had enough!

We've been sitting back

and watching as our school

slowly goes into the toilet!

But today, we do something about it!

So let's march right on over to Wendy's house,

and do what we know needs to be done!

Let us not forget what happens this day!

Do it!

We are here, Wendy Testaburger!

- Take that, School President! - Get her good!

I am.

Hey! What are you doing?

The students want answers!

Go on the morning announcements if you've got nothing to hide!

- What the hell? - Whoa!

Smurf killer!

Answer for your crimes on the morning announcements!

Wendy, did a boy just pee on our door

because the Smurfs were murdered?

It's okay, Dad. I'll take care of it.

Thank you so much for finally coming on my show, Wendy.

Yeah. Well, Butters peed on my house.

People are riled up.

Hopefully, we can clear the air here this morning.

If we could just keep it to questions about student council.

Of course. That's why we're here.

Five seconds.

Don't worry.

I won't go too hard on ya.

Good morning, South Park Elementary.

These are the morning announcements.

Rehearsals for the school play are canceled this afternoon.

For lunch, the cafeteria will be serving meat loaf

or veggie pasta.

My guest today is the student body president of South Park Elementary,

Wendy Testaburger.

Wendy, thank you for coming on the show.

Sure.

Wendy, I want to start by asking

a pretty straight-forward question

and I hope you don't take offense to it.

Okay.

How many Smurfberries is the life of each Smurf worth?

I don't... I... I have no idea what...

You don't know how many Smurfberries

the life of each Smurf is worth?

Oh, he's got her now!

Would you agree that the school is in a crisis right now?

I believe there's a few things

wrong with the school, but--

If a Smurf dies and no one is around to hear it,

does it still scream?

She's speechless!

You are the president of the school.

Can you see why many students think

you're an ineffective slut?

Are you denying that the Smurf Holocaust ever happened?

Is that what you are suggesting?

Look, Eric!

You have to understand,

the Smurfberries were our school government's only option!

Yes, and that makes-- Whoa, what?

What was I suppose to do?

The school was running out of power!

We tried relocating the Smurfs at first,

but they wouldn't budge.

So we decided to get somebody on the inside.

A member of the school who could act like one of the Smurfs

and learn their secrets.

But of course, you know that, don't you?

What--What do you mean I know that?

I'm just asking the question.

We all knew you were sent in to live with the Smurfs,

but did you know they would be wiped out?

No. You wiped them all out!

Nobody expected you to fall in love with Smurfette!

You went to learn from them

but instead, you became one of them.

Right?

Fought against your own kind!

When you knew we'd stop at nothing.

Do you know that one Smurfberry

can power the school for two months?

One Smurfberry!

Wait. Hold on. Can we take a break?

No, it's okay.

It's all out in the open now.

I wouldn't have had to kill the Smurfs

if they would have simply moved on,

but you gave them the will to stay.

And I guess, you can't be blamed for that.

What?

And that is why...

I am stepping down.

You were right all along, Cartman.

And I am hereby making you the student body president.

Alright! Cartman's President!

We did it!

I'm confused.

Dude, you can't take my Dances With Smurfs idea,

- and turn it into your own-- - No, you're right.

The students all deserve to know the truth.

And so I have answered what really happened

in my new book--

Going Rogue on the Smurfs.

No, no, dude.

You don't just take one person's story

and then add a couple things and call it yours!

Luckily, with the money I made

selling the movie rights to my book, I'll be okay.

You sold the movie rights to who?

James Cameron.

Go look, the movie came out already!

They--They can't do that!

I'm student body president!

Oh God dammit!

Son-of-a-bitch-idea stealing assholes!

You sons a bitches!

Dances With Smurfs was my idea!

My idea!

You can't just take Dances With Smurfs

and call it something else!

Heh.

Dude, what happened?

You're not doing the morning announcements anymore?

No, because it turns out that by rule,

the student body president can't also be

the morning announcement reader.

Oh well.

At least as President, you can run the school

the way you want.

I can't do jack!

I went to my first student council meeting!

All we did was talk about what colors to make

the stupid Sadie Hawkins dance!

Student council is retarded!

The sun is up and the birds are chirpin'.

I'm Casey Miller and these--

are the morning announcements.

I have a letter from second-grade student Brian Felner.

Brian writes, "Dear Casey,

why is our school president such a fat stupid dickhead?

My desk is broken, and so far,

Eric Cartman has done nothing about it.

Will you please let that walking bowl of anus pus

know that we are not happy."

Well, Brian, I couldn't agree more.

Our asshole president is a fat, smelly, douchebag milkshake--

I'm doing the best I can!

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