The snow fell gently over the isolated little town of South Park, masking everything in a pure, undisturbed, white coat. No one ventured outside into the bitter wind, not just because it bit and stung their noses and ears, but because tonight was the night of the two biggest New Years Eve parties South Park will ever see. Only one of these parties was known to the adults.
The other party was held by none other than Eric Cartman, the fat racist boy, in his house while his mother was off at the adult's party. Everyone was invited. EVERYONE. Even Pip came. The only one missing right now was
lo and behold, the root of all Cartman's jokes, the Jewish boy Kyle Broflovski.
Stan Marsh, his best friend, sighed as he shuffled to the window for the umpteenth time, looking outside for any sign of his best friend. He knew Kyle hated Cartman, but it was no reason for him to skip out on this party! He knew it was going to be huge and be talked about in school for a long time! He shouldn't have f