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[theme music]

- ♪ I'm goin' down to South America ♪

♪ Have myself a time ♪

- ♪ Friendly faces everywhere ♪

♪ Humble folks without temptation ♪

- ♪ I'm goin' down to South America ♪

♪ Leave my woes behind ♪

- ♪ Ample parking day or night ♪

♪ People spouting, "Howdy, neighbor" ♪

- ♪ I'm headin' on up to South America ♪

♪ See if I can't unwind ♪

- ♪ [mumbling] ♪

- ♪ So come on down to South America ♪

♪ Meet some friends of mine ♪

[twangy music]

PETER: There are so many fun things to do in South America,

but it is still my favorite.

The South America Mall has movie theaters and a food court,

and that is why it is my happy place.

I love to be there with my friends.

Thank you.

[applause]

GARRISON: Very enthralling, Peter

All right, Butters, how about you go next?

- OK!

My happy place isn't really a place.

It's more of a lady.

And when I'm sad, she makes me feel better.

When I'm feeling angry, she calms me down.

Her name is Dr. Pimple Popper.

I watch her videos on YouTube.

They make me feel relaxed and happy.

I watch her pop pimples for hours and hours

and I become so calm.

[kids exclaiming]

But last night, I wasn't able to watch Dr. Pimple Popper

because the electricity went out again at our house.

And you know why our electricity went out?

Because of the goddamn billionaires

that are building data centers right in our backyards!

Don't they have enough?

They're gonna take from me too?

All these little weenies billionaires do

is suck up all our resources and leave us with nothing!

- Whoa, whoa, Butters--

- And I keep telling everyone there's a billionaire problem,

but nobody wants to listen to me.

Well, they'll listen to me now!

[grunts]

Gosh dang it!

Nobody's pissed off except for me!

I need some nice, relaxing YouTube videos

to calm me down.

- Well, Butters, how are you liking the new living room?

Pretty nice, huh?

- I thought the old living room was just fine.

- Well, yeah, it was fine, but I think the AI redesign

made it a lot better.

- We just used AI to help us remodel the kitchen,

too, Butters. You wanna come see?

- You guys don't care that all these dumb billionaires

are building data centers in our backyards?

- Oh, Butters, not again.

Progress is a good thing, OK?

AI is a useful tool for everyone here in South America.

- Useful for the weenie billionaires, maybe.

- That's enough of that talk, Butters.

The Stotches are not communists.

Don't make us ground you for being a libtard.

- Well, but you already did ground me for being a libtard,

Dad, last night.

- Oh, yeah. Come on, honey,

let's use AI to remodel our bedroom.

- Oh, yes!

- [growls]

- Hey, guys, looks like we got a good one today.

Look at this blackhead,

it's coming out of the forehead pimple.

- Eh.

- Oh, yeah, there it is. There it goes.

There's some pus.

- [sighs] That's better.

DR. PIMPLE POPPER: We're just gonna excrete that

right out--there we go-- - That was a good one.

- [speech stuttering] - What the--

Oh, no! Not again!

No!

Well, that does it!

Goddamn billionaire weenies!

Why don't you go build your data center

in someone else's backyard?

Ya bunch of AI-lovin' weenies!

["We're in the Money" playing]

BUTTERS: You think you can just do whatever you want?

- ♪ We're in the money ♪

♪ We're in the money ♪

♪ We've got a lot of what it takes to get along ♪

♪ We're in the money ♪

♪ The sky is sunny ♪

♪ Old man depression, you are through, you've done us wrong ♪

CONDUCTOR: Now arriving at Weenietown!

[horn toots] New billionaires,

disembark here.

♪ ♪

Move on in now, we have another train full coming.

[humming]

- ♪ We're in the money, come on, my honey ♪

- Hey, you're making our power go out!

Why don't you build your data centers

in someone else's backyard?

STEPHEN: Butters!

Butters, what the hell are you doing in those bushes?

- It's the weenie billionaires, Dad!

There's even more of them now!

- Ah, damn it. Stop going off on tangents

about billionaires!

- It's not a tangent!

They're right here in our damn yard!

Come and look! - You get inside, mister!

I told you, you are grounded!

- Dang it! - ♪ We got a lot of what ♪

♪ It takes to get along ♪

[camera shutter snapping]

- Jesus, that kid won't stop saying

we have a billionaire problem.

I think maybe we do have an issue, Linda.

- What do you mean?

- Do you remember when Butters was younger,

we let him get vaccinated for measles?

- Yeah, so?

- We let him get vaccinated, Linda.

And now...

Our son may actually be libtarded.

[mysterious music]

- Oh, no! No!

♪ ♪

[cheering]

- My fellow billionaires!

Our numbers continue to grow,

and now, as mayor of Weenietown,

I'm happy to announce the opening

of our new data center in this backyard.

[cheering]

But now that we are growing so rapidly,

we must be careful.

There are so many of us billionaires now,

we might be starting to annoy people.

That's why I talked before about the importance

of not drawing attention to ourselves.

OK? So...

who went on the Joe Rogan podcast last night?

- That was me!

- OK, see, we can't do that.

- Well, which podcast should we go on?

- No, no, you don't go on any podcast.

You see, that's what I'm saying.

You're billionaires now--

us billionaires stay behind the scenes.

- But if we don't go on podcasts,

how do we boost our Instagram?

- No, no, no, you don't have an Instagram, OK?

- Then how do people hear our opinions?

- Nobody wants to hear a billionaire's opinion.

Guys, guys, guys, that's the point I'm trying to make.

We gotta lay low.

If people start getting annoyed with us billionaires,

it could be really bad for Weenietown.

[doorbell rings]

- Yes?

- Exterminator.

I understand you've got some...

billionaires in your backyard?

- Yeah! I swear, there's more of these

stupid billionaires every day.

- Yeah, well, that's the country we're living in now, I'm afraid.

But hopefully everything's gonna change in November.

That's when "Grand Theft Auto"--

- "Grand Theft Auto VI" comes out, I know!

Could you come help me, please?

- Yeah, let's take a look at the little buggers.

["We're in the Money" playing faintly]

- There. Right there.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, those are definitely billionaires.

Looks like they got a little data center going right there.

Pretty big one, too.

- Well, yeah, it's taking all the power from our house,

and I can't watch my YouTube videos!

- Yeah, well, it's probably best you just move.

- Move? I'm not gonna move!

I was here before they were!

Well, actually, billionaires have always been around,

people just didn't pay attention to them as much.

This is some new strain of billionaire.

They like to go on podcasts and get into public arguments

with Mark Ruffalo.

- Oh, jeez!

- Yeah, well, I sprayed them.

That'll shut them up for a little bit.

But once they take root like this, it's pretty much it

for the town.

- "It for the town"?

- Yeah, this is a really aggressive nonnative species.

Really messes with the whole ecosystem.

- The whole town's in danger,

and you ain't doing nothing?

- Yeah, well, it's South America, kid.

Nobody really gives a shit.

- Well, then, we'll make them give a poop.

Come on!

MAYOR OF WEENIETOWN: Gentlemen, thank you all for coming.

Many of you here are new to Weenietown,

having just recently become billionaires.

And it has come to our attention that nobody has yet taught you

proper billionaire etiquette.

So we're going to play the should and shouldn't game.

Let's start with this.

Should a good billionaire

fly in private jets all over the world?

- No?

- Wrong!

Flying in jets all over the world

is something billionaires should do!

Perfectly fine.

Billionaires have been doing it for decades.

Should a good billionaire buy a huge yacht

on which to do drugs?

- They should not.

- No, no, they should!

Get your yacht. Do a bunch of drugs.

Nobody cares.

Now, should a good billionaire go on Joe Rogan

and talk about peptides?

- Yes! [all exclaiming affirmatively]

- No! [buzzer blares]

No, a billionaire weenie should not go on any podcast

and talk about peptides.

Here's another example.

Should a good billionaire

spend all the money they made on prostitutes?

Yes, yes, of course, they can spend all their money

on prostitutes.

That's completely normal.

But should we go on social media

and feed COVID conspiracy theories

by discussing our wife's six miscarriages?

[all responding affirmatively]

- No! Damn it, no. [buzzer blares]

- What, we're not allowed to have our own opinions?

- Yeah, billionaires get to have opinions too!

- Yeah! Yeah! - Yeah!

- No, no, you actually can't!

That's the point!

Remember back to when you were all young.

You were socially awkward little penises

that nobody liked.

Well, now that you're billionaires,

you're still socially awkward little penises

that nobody likes.

Let's put it another way.

Show of hands--

who in this room was a really popular cool kid in school?

Right, none of you.

And just because you got rich,

that doesn't mean you suddenly got cool too.

- Everyone thinks I'm cool.

- No. Nobody thinks you're cool.

All you have to learn to do is shut up, OK?

Because if you don't,

then Billionaire Weenietown is done for!

[dramatic music]

BUTTERS: These weenie billionaires

built a data center in my backyard.

And if we don't do something, it could harm our whole town.

Tell him! - Yeah, it's true.

This is a highly aggressive species,

and they're multiplying fast.

- So we thought we'd better get the word out.

- Uh-huh.

Look, kid, things are bad everywhere, OK?

The best we can hope for is that when November comes,

we can all get "Grand Theft Auto VI"

and not care about anything.

- Amen to that.

- [scoffs] No, no, come on!

You really want our whole town to get overrun

with little weenies doing whatever they want?

- I'm just heavily invested in what happens in November.

I invested in the ultimate edition.

- Look, mister, I know

what your mom might've used to tell you.

She probably told you to never pop your pimples.

That it could make it worse.

But you gotta get in there.

You gotta get in there and squeeze that son of a bitch!

- Uh-huh. Sound like you should

just go back and enjoy your little shows on TV.

- How am I supposed to enjoy my show

when every five minutes,

the billionaires make the power go out?

- Wait a minute. What did you say?

- That's what they do.

Their little data centers suck up all the power!

- But in "Grand Theft Auto," there's save points.

If the power keeps going out, you lose all your progress.

- Oh, Jesus, I didn't even think of that.

- These billionaires could totally screw up November!

Pull the 5:00! We're doing a different story!

- My goodness. It's getting late.

Butters hasn't come home for supper.

- Face it, Linda. Our son is gone.

Lost to the libtards.

- No!

He could just be at a friend's house.

Maybe I should call the Marshes and see--

- He's gone, Linda!

We finally have to pay for what you've done.

- Don't say that, Stephen.

I told you I was cornered. I--

- I've kept quiet long enough!

Our little boy is out there probably dead

because all those months ago, you, Linda,

you got him vaccinated.

And I told you this would happen.

But you went behind my back

and you took him to the doctor anyway!

- The school kept sending emails.

They said that Butters had to have his shots up to date

or he wouldn't be able to attend school.

- And so you just faked my signature

on the school forms.

Faked it because I knew

what that vaccination would do to him!

Because I listen to podcasts!

- Oh, God!

- But you couldn't take time out of your precious day

to listen to podcasts, could you?

And now your son is a libtard.

Vaccinated and turned transsexual

and [bleep] to death in the streets of South America!

- [sobbing] No! No, Butters!

- You couldn't imagine your son

not being able to attend school,

but you can imagine

his dead transsexual body now, can't you, Linda?

You [bleep] bitch!

[phone ringing]

- [sobbing] Please! Please forgive me!

- Hold on a second. That's Butters.

Butters, where are you?

- Sorry, Dad. I'll be right home.

I'm just--I'm finishing up some homework at Kyle's house.

- All right, well, get home soon.

Your mom made tortellini soup.

[phone beeps]

Behind my back, Linda! - No!

- Our libtarded son is dead and transsexual

because of your measles vaccine!

[dramatic music]

ANNOUNCER: This is "South America Local News."

- A change to the town name, a band on e-bikes,

and now, South America is dealing

with a highly invasive species threatening its ecosystem.

- Tom, local scientists are saying

that this new highly aggressive

and non-native form of billionaire

is quickly growing here in South America.

And as the swarm continues to spread,

we are starting to see the effects

on the ecosystem here.

You can see behind me, Stark's Pond has become

infested with little tiny private jets

that the billionaires are using

to get from backyard to another--ope!

Oh, they really are everywhere, Tom.

Billionaires flying in my face now.

Billionaires are here in South America.

It [bleep] sucks!

[screaming] - Hold on.

We have breaking news. Breaking news now.

It appears that the invasive billionaire problem

is completely under control.

Scientists now say

that there is nothing to worry about.

The, uh--the species is not invasive.

It is actually good for our lakes and wildlife,

and there is absolutely no problem.

We're lucky the billionaires chose our town,

and for certain, their little data centers

will make us all thrive.

MAYOR: Fellow billionaires,

I have tried to stabilize our public image!

Things were looking grim,

so I went out and bought the local news media,

as any good billionaire should.

And that should have fixed our problem,

but now, can someone tell me who went out

and got in a public argument with Macklemore?

God damn it, we had it figured out!

I bought the news so we could make us seem nicer,

and then some little penis

decided Macklemore needed a good talking to!

Who was it?

[all clamoring] - He did! He did!

- I just thought Macklemore needed to hear my opinions.

- No, God damn it, nobody needs to hear your [bleep] opinions!

Nobody cares what you think about [bleep] Macklemore!

What the [bleep] are you doing?

Will you all just shut the [bleep] up?

I don't know what to do, old cap.

It seems these new billionaires just don't want to listen

to us old weenies anymore.

- Such is the folly of life.

- What are we going to do?

This will be the end of us all.

- Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, Mayor.

- You're right. Where is Miss Ladypenis?

- Out driving as always, I assume.

- I'd better get her on the phone.

Miss Ladypenis?

Come in, Miss Ladypenis.

Miss Ladypenis, do you read?

- This is Ladypenis. Go ahead, Mayor.

- We need your help, Ladypenis.

The new billionaires won't listen,

and they have to be relocated.

- I'll be right in. Ladypenis out.

[engine revving]

- [crying]

Oh, Butters.

Oh, my precious little man.

- Stephen?

Can I get you something to drink?

- Can you get me something to drink?

Our little boy's libtarded body is out there,

fill with a vaccine,

turned gay and dead,

but you want to know if I want a drink?

- Stephen, if I had known that the measles booster

would have caused all this, I would've--

- You did know!

I told you a measle booster would kill our son,

and then turn him libtarded and gay!

But you didn't listen! - Oh, God! [sobbing]

- Our son is dead because you never listen

to a single podcast I say!

And now you know just how wrong you were!

- Mom, Dad, can I talk to you?

- Not now, Butters.

You got led like a blind sheep, Linda!

Followed what the school said about the vaccinations!

- I just want to say, I'm sorry I've been so ornery lately.

You know, I shouldn't be yelling and screaming at you

'cause billionaires are building

data centers in our backyards.

- Oh, God!

- I gotta learn to control my emotions

and not let it get to me that the little weenies control

the news outlets now too.

- Oh, billionaires control the news now too!

Do you understand now that your vaccine killed our son?

- Well--well, Stephen, he is right there.

- My God, Linda, that's it! I'm calling the FBI!

- You guys are using AI to redesign the house,

and I need to be OK with that.

- Hello, FBI?

I need to report a case of bestiality.

I've been having sex with a blind sheep.

- [sobbing] - That's right, she's a sheep.

She got our son vaccinated, and now he's dead and trans.

That's right.

- I think the new living room looks real nice, guys,

and the new kitchen too.

- Go to your room, Butters. You're grounded.

Yeah! Yeah, that's right. - Ah, dang it.

BUTTERS' DAD: Yeah, no, I've been having sex with it

for years. Come and get me.

OK, hang on.

The head of the FBI wants to talk to you.

- Hello?

- [muffled yelling]

- Yes. Yes, no, I--

I just really wanted him to be able to go to school.

- [muffled yelling]

- Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

- Just come and arrest me!

I've been having sex with this thing!

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[static crackles]

- Hello, young man.

It's me, Miss Ladypenis,

on a prerecorded message.

- Miss Ladypenis?

- We wish to offer you a deal.

If you help us with our problem,

we will leave your backyard for good.

Inside this basket, you will find

all the items you need to accomplish your mission.

If you agree, go to your backyard

and follow these instructions explicitly.

- Boy, I sure would like to hear

some billionaires' opinions right now!

Nothing better than hearing

what billionaires have to say about stuff!

[all clamoring]

- Ah! - Oh!

- Ah! - Ah!

- Oh!

- Come on. Let me hear it.

You're all so interesting!

- Look! Our plan is working!

They're drawn like moths to a flame!

[all clamoring]

Now, boy, now!

[vacuum whirring]

[all clamoring]

[screaming]

That's it! He's got 'em!

Great job, Ladypenis!

[screaming]

- [sighs]

Oh, yes.

- There's a good one.

Let's gush this one out there.

- Oh, nice one. Yeah.

♪ Loo, loo, loo, I've got some billionaires ♪

♪ Loo, loo, loo, now you've got some too ♪

♪ Loo, loo, loo, they were in my backyard ♪

♪ Now they're in yours too, too, too ♪

- Fellow billionaires, we have averted a crisis.

The little boy has helped us

relocate the problem billionaires,

and now, as per our agreement,

we will soon be moving Weenietown

to the next backyard over.

But as we move, let us remember

to not draw attention to ourselves,

for the outside world can be fickle,

and there is a new billionaire in Weenietown every day.

TRUMP: This is the final battle.

With you at my side,

we will demolish the deep state.

We will expel the warmongers from our government.

We will drive out the globalists.

We will cast out the communists,

Marxists, and fascists.

We will threw off the sick political class

that hates our country.

We will rout the fake news media,

and we will liberate America from these villains

once and for all.

[farts] [splash]

- ♪ We're in the money ♪

♪ We're in the money ♪

♪ We've got a lot of what it takes to get along ♪

♪ We're in the money ♪

- Whoo-hoo!

♪ ♪