♪ I'm goin' down to South Park, gonna have myself a time ♪
♪ Friendly faces everywhere ♪
♪ Humble folks without temptation ♪
♪ Goin' down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind ♪
♪ Ample parking day or night ♪
♪ People spouting, "Howdy, neighbor!" ♪
♪ Heading on up to South Park, gonna see if I can't unwind ♪
Mrph rmhmhm rm! Mrph rmhmhm rm!
♪ Come on down to South Park and meet some friends of mine ♪
[Bell rings]
Okay. Good, children, good.
Remember to feel the clay.
Be one with the clay.
Nice. Uh-huh.
[ Laughter ]
Put more clay on the balls.
Boys! What is that?
A reindeer?
You know, I've had it!
You four boys never take art class seriously!
What a crime.
[Laughter]
You think art is not important?
Well, art's just kind of... for gaywads.
I love art class!
See?
Do you think this is funny?!
Do you think this is funny, huh?!
[ Snorting ]
[ Laughter ]
Well, you four can just spend your afternoon
after school here, making new pottery!
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
You can't do that.
I certainly can. I'm your teacher.
You're an art teacher. - Make it two hours.
[ Music continues ]
Mrs. Dreible thinks she's so cool.
How dare she talk to us like that?
Mrph rmhmhm rm.
We can't let her get away with this.
I think tonight we need to do something drastic.
Like what?
Like find out where Mrs. Dreible lives
and go over there and... T.P. her house.
Mrph! - T.P. her house?
Toilet paper. Cover her house in toilet paper.
Oh.
What's the matter, Kyle? You chicken?
[ Imitates chicken clucking ]
[ Grunts ]
Quiet, boys. This isn't playtime.
You're being punished.
Fine. But we'll have the last laugh tonight, art whore.
Yeah. Payback time, you ugly skank.
[ Muzak playing ]
You think that's enough? - Should be fine.
Don't you guys think this is a little suspicious?
We should buy something else so it doesn't look obvious.
Okay.
Here we go -- pack of chewing gum.
Hello, boys. Find everything you need?
Yep. All set.
Okay. Let's see here. Toilet paper.
And toilet paper.
Toilet paper. Toilet paper.
So, what are you kids up to tonight?
Oh, we're just gonna watch some TV, maybe play a board game.
Nice, relaxing night at home, huh?
Toilet paper. Toilet paper.
And toilet paper.
H-Hey.
Now, you kids be careful with this chewing gum.
Don't go sticking it under tables.
Okay.
Toilet paper.
You know, son, I remember you coming in last week
and buying this much toilet paper.
Oh, yeah. That -- That's right.
Toilet paper. Toilet paper.
You T.P.'d a house last week, Cartman?
No. Last Thursday night was fajitas night.
Oh. Ugh.
[ Suspenseful music plays ]
[ Insects chirping ]
Is this the right house?
It's the right address. Wait. Look there.
There's Mrs. Dreible. This is the place.
Oh, wait, wait. There's kids inside.
So?
So I'm not T.P.'ing a house with kids inside it.
Kyle, we all agreed to do this.
We didn't say nothing about no kids, man.
Kyle, you're being an asshole.
Now let's do this thing and get out of here.
Here's what I think of your art class, you Goddamn bitch!
Mrph. Mrph rhrmprhm.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
[ Music continues ]
Come on! Let's go!
What have we done?
Let's go, Kyle!
[ Breathing heavily ]
We're -- We're in trouble. We're in so much trouble.
Aw, man, that was so awesome!
How can you say that?
Did you see what we did to their house?
It'll take them days to clean that up.
Who cares?
Well, you don't, because you're an uncaring asshole, Cartman.
Me?
There's toilet paper on your hands, too, Kyle.
[ Dramatic music plays ] Cartman's right, Kyle.
We're all in this together.
[ Harp plays ] No.
No!
[ Screams ]
Honey, what is it?
Oh, Jesus, no! Our house!
Mommy. Mommy. - Mommy. Mommy.
Why? Why?
Aah. Oh, God. Oh, God.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Hey, did you guys hear what happened last night?
Mrs. Dreible's house got covered with toilet paper.
Yeah. They say it's gonna take three weeks to get it all down.
Yeah. Well, old Mrs. Dreible probably had it coming to her.
I don't know.
I don't think anybody deserves that kind of brutality.
Well, I understand the people who did it weren't caught,
so looks like nobody will ever know the geniuses
who masterminded that perfect crime.
[ Bell rings ]
Okay, children, let's take our seats.
Oh, uh, Stan, Kyle, Eric, and Kenny,
the counselor wants to see you in his office, now.
Damn.
Oh, God.
How the hell did they find out
it was us that T.P.'d that house?
Will you relax, Kyle? They've got nothing on us.
As long as we all stick to our story, we'll be fine.
We'd better go over our story again so we don't screw it up.
Okay, last night, all four of us
were at the bowling alley until about 7:30,
at which time we noticed Ally Sheedy,
the goth chick from "The Breakfast Club,"
was in the lane next to us,
and we asked her for her autograph,
but she didn't have a pen, so we followed her to her car,
but on the way, we were accosted by five Scientologists
who wanted to give us all personality tests,
which were administered at the Scientology center in Denver
until 10:45, at which time
we accidentally boarded the wrong bus home
and ended up in Rancho de Fritas Rojos, south of Castle Rock,
and finally got a ride home with a man
who was missing his left index finger, named Gary Bushwell,
arriving home at 11:46.
I'm confused. Did Ally Sheedy take the personality test?
Yes, dude.
Kyle, it's very simple --
We followed Ally Sheedy out to her car,
but on the way, we were accosted by five Scientologists
who wanted to give us all personality tests,
which were administered at the Scientology center in Denver
until 10:45, at which time
we accidentally boarded the wrong bus home
and ended up in Rancho de Fritas Rojos, south of Castle Rock,
and finally got a ride home with a man
who was missing his left index finger, named Gary Bushwell,
arriving home at 11:46 -- You got it?
Uh, I-I -- - Oh, for Christ's sake!
Kyle, just let Cartman do all the talking, okay?
He's better at being in trouble than anybody.
Thank you, Stan.
Shh, shh. Here they come. Here they come.
And so I said, "That's a terrific joke, Wendy.
Tell us another one."
Oh, hello, Mr. Mackey. Are you ready to see us now?
We're gonna talk to you one at a time, boys, m'kay?
Kenny, will you step into my office, please?
Mrh?
Come on, Kenny. Let's go, m'kay?
Touché, Mr. Mackey, touché.
Why are they doing us one at a time?
They want to see if we mix the story up
and see if somebody will rat out the other three
for a better deal.
I can get a better deal?
Kyle, so help me God, if you Jew us out on this one,
I will fucking kill you.
There we go. That should be about the last of it.
[ Humming ]
Ex-- Excuse me. Uh, w-what are you doing?
Crime scene investigation.
There are several footprints in the snow --
perhaps more than one perpetrator?
Uh, look, we really don't want to make a big deal out of this.
Is that the toilet paper there?
I'll need to take those bags as evidence.
Look, it's just not that big a deal.
I mean, I toilet-papered houses myself when I was a kid.
You? So where were you last night at around 9:00?
I was here.
Aha! Got you!
Officer, why would I T.P. my own house?
Insurance?
It wasn't me, okay?
Now, if you don't mind, I want to get my yard back to normal.
Now, you listen to me.
Whoever T.P.'d your house
is still out there roaming the streets.
It's only a matter of time before another house
and another family is victimized!
I have to stop that from happening.
You really have nothing better to do, do you?
No, I do not.
No.
No. No.
Aah.
Oh, Jesus, no. Our house.
Mommy! Mommy! - Mommy! Mommy!
Why? Why? Why? [ Sobbing ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I have to tell the truth. Mom!
[ Breathing heavily ]
Hello, Kyle. Going somewhere?
I was -- I was just going to get a drink of water.
No need. I have one for you right here.
Oh. Okay. Thanks.
Is there anything else I can get for you?
No. I'll just be going back to bed now.
You do that. Good night, Kyle.
Josh Meyers T.P.'d over 600 houses in less than a year.
He's a real monster.
I just need to talk to someone
who knows how toilet-paperers think.
Just remember --
He'd toilet-paper you in a second if he had the chance.
He's the last cell on your left.
[ Door closes, latch clicks ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Hello, Josh. My name is Officer Barbrady.
I'm with the South Park police.
[ British accent ] That's a terrible cologne you're wearing, Officer.
You should try something more...casual.
I was hoping you could help me solve a toilet-papering case.
And why would I do that?
Because I'm such a charming fella?
Uh, please. I need your help. What would you want in return?
Due to the harsh nature of my crimes,
they don't allow me to have toilet paper in my cell.
You can imagine how bothersome that becomes.
You know I can't give you toilet paper, Josh.
No, but it was worth a try, wasn't it?
Tell me something, Officer --
Why is it that you police such a small town?
You must have had larger inspirations.
What happened to those big-city dreams?
Well, that's kind of personal.
Quid pro quo, Officer.
Tell me what I want to know,
and I'll help you catch whoever toilet-papered that house.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Look, kid, I have very little time
to catch whoever toilet-papered that house.
Tell me what you know.
Are those the crime-scene photos?
Let me see them.
Yes. Yes.
Not bad work. Not bad at all.
These toilet-paperers are professionals --
at least one of them is.
So you think there was more than one. Why?
Tell me something first.
When you went to the academy, you had something to prove, you wanted
to protect and serve, but mostly you just wanted to protect yourself.
Who were you protecting yourself from, Officer Barbrady?
All right! All right!
My Uncle Charles used to hit me with a belt!
[ Sobs ]
Thank you.
Your toilet-paperers are most like males
between the ages of 8 and 10 and probably virgins.
Parents notice that much toilet paper missing,
so they would've bought it themselves.
Find out where the toilet paper came from,
and you just might catch your man.
[ Bell rings ]
Stan, Kenny, can I talk to you guys for a second?
I think we have the counselor and principal fooled,
but we need to talk about Kyle.
- What about him? - Come on. You know.
He's losing it. He's gonna crack.
Mrph rmhmhm rm.
Kyle can't take the heat. He's gonna sing like a canary.
Then we're all gonna take the fall for what we did.
Hey, fellas!
Butters.
[ Sniffs ]
[ Clears throat ]
[ Indistinct conversations, lockers closing ]
Look, all it takes is for one of us to crack,
and we all know who the weakest link is.
So what should we do?
We have no choice. We have to kill Kyle.
Dude, we're not killing Kyle! - Mrph!
Why not? - Kyle's not gonna say anything.
He almost spilled the beans in the counselor's office.
He can't even keep the story straight.
I'm telling you guys, he's weak.
He's weak, and he'll be the end of all of us.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
You wanted to see me, Officer Barbrady?
Yes. Thanks for coming, Mr. Bell.
A house was T.P.'d in South Park,
and I need to see if you can identify the toilet paper
I recovered from the scene.
I'm sorry I have to do this.
[ Both gasp, cough ]
Oh, my God.
Is this toilet paper from your store?
It's...difficult to tell. It's so decayed.
I...wait a minute. Yes.
Yes, I recognize the floral pattern now.
Positive I.D. on the toilet paper.
Who would do this to toilet paper? Who?
Mr. Bell, do you remember anyone suspicious
buying toilet paper in the last few days?
Suspicious like how?
Well, like someone who was black or Mexican or Middle-Eastern.
No, the only Mexican guy I recall bought toaster tarts and chips.
And we don't allow Middle- Eastern people in the store.
Oh my God.
[ Insects chirping ]
What's this all about, Cartman?
I just wanted to see how you're doing, Kyle.
Why don't we go out for a little boat ride?
A boat ride?
I just thought we should find a private place to talk.
Well, okay.
Could you help me put this block and chain in the boat?
Okay. Let's go.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
So, how are things, Kyle?
Terrible.
Every time I close my eyes, I see the house we T.P.'d.
I see the tears of our art teacher
and hear the screams of her daughters.
And you feel like you have to confess.
I don't know what to do.
Part of me feels like I have to end it all now,
tell people what happened.
You know, I never noticed how beautiful this pond was before.
So calm.
The world can be like that --
so calm on the outside, as if nothing bad ever happens.
[ Thunk ]
Ow.
What the hell are you doing, Cartman?
I'm killing you,
but unfortunately I could only afford a Wiffle bat,
so it's gonna take a while.
[ Thunk ] Cartman!
Don't fight it, Kyle. It will only take longer.
Just slip into sweet unconsciousness.
[ Thunk ]
You want to kill me? Fine!
I can't live like this anymore! Go ahead!
Do it.
[ Thunk ]
Won't be long now, Kyle.
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Josh, I need more help.
The answer is right in front of you, but you can't see it.
How do you mean?
Tell me. The toilet paper -- Was it quilted?
Yes.
Single-sheet? - No, two-ply.
What? What does that tell you?
Why does one toilet-paper a house, Officer?
To get revenge.
No. That is incidental.
Your toilet-paperers wanted to transform the teacher's house,
thus transforming her entire occupation.
What do you mean?
Your uncle who hit you with a belt -- Was he a large man?
I don't have time for this, kid.
Did he stink like beer when he came home from work
all tired from playing down at the pool house?
All right! All right!
My dad dressed me up like a little girl on poker nights
and made me sit on all my uncles' laps!
[ Sobs ]
Whoa.
Uh, oh--thank you.
Your toilet-paperers are most likely students
in the art teacher's class,
students who aren't very good at art.
Oh. Of course. One of her students!
Fly along now, Officer Barbrady. You've got some arrests to make.
Fly, fly, fly. Fly, fly, fly.
Josh, were you doing the silly voice for the policeman again?
[ Normal voice ] No, sir.
[ Thunk ]
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Cartman, what are you doing? - I'm getting rid of our problem.
Kyle will be dead in a matter of hours.
[ Thunk ]
You don't have to kill Kyle, dude.
The police made an arrest, and the person confessed!
They did? - They did?
They say they got the guy that did it at the police station.
Who confessed? That doesn't make any sense.
But can I still kill Kyle?
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Hello, boys. How are you?
We heard that you have the person
who T.P.'d the art teacher's house.
Is that true? - It sure is.
Uh, could we see them -- him -- her?
Right over here.
Yeah, we interrogated the suspect for over 40 hours,
and he finally cracked.
Hey, fellas!
Butters?
Yep. I'm in jail.
You confessed?
Uh-huh. Uh, they said I T.P.'d the art teacher's house.
I don't seem to remember it, but they're pretty sure it was me.
I just can't get my behavior under control.
His parents are on their way down now.
Yeah. And, boy, are they gonna let me have it.
Just wait till my father gets here.
You guys, we can't let him do this.
What are you talking about? This is a gift from God.
An early Easter present all wrapped up
with a pretty ribbon from Jesus Christ himself.
I'm just a little asshole is what I am.
When God made me,
He must have not been paying very close attention,
'cause I turned out wrong -- just plain wrong.
Officer Barbrady, Butters didn't T.P. that house.
Why do you say that?
Because it was -- - Wiffle ball, anyone?
Anyone care for a nice game of Wiffle ball?
You know, it's not my parents I'm worried about.
It's my girlfriend, Carrie.
Well, she lives in Michigan.
But when she finds out about this,
whoo, smokies, is she gonna be sore.
She might even break up with me.
And it would serve me right, too.
All right, boys. Visiting time is over.
Thanks for stopping by.
[ Birds chirping ]
You see, you guys? It all worked itself out.
Ta-dow. Ta-dow. How do you like me now?
Feel a little silly now, Kyle?
Ta-dow. How do you like me now?
I still feel bad, Cartman.
What? How -- How can you feel bad?
Somebody else is gonna pay for our crime.
Yeah. That makes it even worse.
Buh...
Uh, K-Kyle, you don't seem to understand.
W-We're not gonna get punished for this, ever.
I know.
S-- So then how can you feel bad?
He feels guilty for doing it
and for letting someone else pay for it.
But he's not gonna get in trouble.
It doesn't matter if you get in trouble or not.
You can still feel bad.
I think you're right, Kyle. Maybe we should confess.
Mrph. Rm mrprhm.
What? D-- You guys.
There's nothing to feel bad about.
We're off scot-free!
We feel bad for other people.
For o-- For --
[ Grunts ] Ow.
I-Is it that you think you might get in trouble later?
Tomorrow in school, we'll tell the art teacher it was us
and let her decide what to do.
And, Cartman, if you have any thread of a conscience at all,
you'll do the same.
[ Stammers, sighs ]
Freakin' weirdos, man.
Well, well, well. I had to see it to believe it.
Hi, Dad.
Don't you "Hi, Dad" me.
Look at you, standing behind prison bars -- again!
Yeah.
What fibs have you been telling this policeman, Butters?
You know damn well you didn't toilet-paper that house.
Huh?
Butters was with us all night, Officer Barbrady.
Butters, what have we told you
about confessing to crimes you didn't commit?
We have had it, mister!
Well, they kept accusing me for hours,
and then he shot me up with sodium pentothal.
And that's your excuse?
Well, looks like I made a mistake.
I guess I better let you out now.
Just wait till we get you home, you little fibber!
Officer, can I stay in jail, please?
Come on, you guys! Hurry!
What is it, Cartman?
It's over this way. Come on!
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
So, how are things, guys?
Cartman, we're confessing tomorrow, and that's final.
I'm afraid I can't let that happen.
You can't kill all three of us, Cartman.
Can't I?
[ Thunk ]
Excuse me, everyone.
I have someone with me who can tell us all
who toilet-papered the art teacher's house!
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Josh insisted he be able
to tell you the names of the toilet-paperers in person.
Uh, that's nice, Officer Barbrady,
but we actually don't need -- - Hold it!
Principal Victoria, Mr. Mackey, Mrs. Dreible,
we have something we need to tell you.
All right. Will you people stop barging into my office, please?
What's the matter, Principal Victoria?
Was your mother abusive?
Did she spank your thighs with cold cuts
and stick umbrellas up your ass?
Get him out of here.
Uh, Policeman Brown, will you take Josh outside, please?
Ooh. Policeman Brown. Never quite made officer.
Why is that, Policeman Brown?
We have to confess that we were the ones that --
It's too late, boys, m'kay?
We already know everything.
You -- You do? How?
[ Down-tempo music plays ]
Hi, guys.
Cartman?
I told them everything, guys. It's over.
Luckily for us, one of you had enough of a conscience
to come forward.
My consciousness just caught up with me.
That's not fair!
You all get two weeks of detention,
except for Eric, who gets one week for being brave.
B-But he's lying! He doesn't have a conscience!
Well, I guess my work here is done.
After all this, I'm gonna need a long vacation.
This was supposed to be my story,
my coming to terms with a guilty conscience.
This isn't fair!
Okay, Josh. Time to go back to the --
- [ Dramatic music plays ] - Oh, no!
H-He was too fast for me. He ran out the door!
Well, couldn't you have gone after him?
Well, I-I'm covered in toilet paper.
I'd look silly.
[ Bell rings ]
Welcome to detention.
You will be here until 5:00,
so make good study use of your time, m'kay?
Oof. Two weeks of this.
Yeah. But I have to say I feel a lot better now.
I know what you mean, Kyle.
I realize now that even though you might not get caught
doing something bad, you can still get caught later.
Oh, Jesus.
I didn't feel bad before, but now I just feel terrible.
You just feel bad for yourself that you're in detention.
Right.
I guess I learned today that sometimes you --
Oh, stop it, Cartman. You didn't learn anything.
Not a goddamn thing.
Hmm.
[ Telephone rings ]
Police station.
Hello, Officer Barbrady.
Josh? Josh, where are you?
I'm afraid that giving away my location
might be harmful to my freedom, Officer.
I just wanted to thank you
for helping me get out of that dingy cell.
Josh, you have to go back to juvenile hall.
You only have a three-week sentence.
Sorry, Officer. Got to run.
There's something I've been meaning to do
for quite some time.
Ciao.
[ Suspenseful music plays ]