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Take Place After Season 20 Episode 2 “Skank Hunt

After The Girls Break up With Their Boyfriends with a Letter, Stan Marsh the Boy With The Red Puffball Hat is Completely Devastated Especially When Wendy Testaburger Broken Up With him for The Final Time after giving him the break up letter “I Can’t Fix You”

All the The 4th Grade Boys from South Park Elementary were All Heartbroken and It Seem there Wasn’t Any Hope. However Little Did The Girls Know this will Spark a New Rebellion

Or…

Stan Marsh gets a New Girlfriend who is Heidi Turner Causing a Huge Change of The South Park Timeline

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[INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – CAFETERIA – DAY]

The atmosphere is tense. The boys sit in brooding silence at their lunch table while the girls chatter away at theirs, noticeably distant. A heavy weight lingers from the collective breakups. Only Heidi seems removed from the bitterness, sitting alone, nursing a juice box. Kyle approaches, hesitantly, glancing at Cartman nearby, who’s watching with narrowed eyes.

Kyle: (awkwardly) Hey, Heidi. Mind if I sit?

Heidi: (sighs) Sure. You’re not gonna ask me if I’m okay again, are you?

Kyle: No, I just… wanted to talk. About stuff.

Heidi: (sips) You mean about Cartman.

Kyle: I just think you deserve better than—him. He treats you like crap. He doesn’t care about you. And honestly… I kinda always—

Heidi: Wanted me to dump him and be with you?
(she looks at him flatly)

Kyle: (shocked) I-I didn’t say that!

Heidi: You didn’t have to. (pauses) Look, Kyle. You’re sweet, and you’ve been a good friend to me… but this whole thing? With you and Cartman and me in the middle? It’s not fair.

Kyle: (annoyed) I’m not like him.

Heidi: I know. But you still wanted me to be your reward for pointing that out.

Heidi Stands up from Her Seat

Heidi: I’m not a prize. And honestly? I need to figure out who I am without being someone else’s support system.

[INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – HALLWAY – LATER]

Heidi walks with purpose. Cartman leans against the lockers with a smug grin, which falters as she stops in front of him.

Cartman: (soft, fake-weepy)
Babe… I’ve been crying. Like, all night. You just can’t see it ‘cause I’m dehydrated—

Heidi: (sharp) Eric, I’m not stupid.

Cartman: (sniffles, pushing out one tear with effort)
But… but I love you.

Heidi: No, you love not being alone. You love control. You didn’t want my attention unless it benefited you. And I’m done pretending that’s okay.

(Cartman Falls to his Knees Dramatically)

Cartman: NOOOO!
(starts sobbing uncontrollably—clearly fake)
You can’t do this to me, Heidi! I’ll—I’ll tweet something so sad! The world will mourn!

(silent for a beat, Heidi then walks away without looking back)

HEIDI: Go ahead. Just don’t tag me.

[INT. GIRLS’ BATHROOM – MOMENTS LATER]

Heidi stares at her reflection, quietly resolute.

Heidi (V.O.):
Everyone wants to own something. Be it attention, love, affection. But not me—not anymore. I’m done being a side quest in someone else’s ego trip.

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[INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – HALLWAY – DAY]

Kyle walks slowly, the fluorescent lights above buzzing faintly, echoing against the walls. His shoes scuff the tile as his thoughts sink heavier with each step. His stomach twists—guilt, regret, maybe both. The confrontation with Heidi left a sour weight in his chest.

He stops by the lockers, leans his head against one for a second, breathing out. Then—

Kyle: (quietly) God, I’m such a douche…

He turns—and there, sitting on the floor with his back against the far wall, arms on his knees, gaze low—

Stan.

He’s not crying. Just… blank. That hollow kind of stillness only heartbreak gives birth to. His eyes are half-lidded, voice absent. A ghost of himself.

Kyle: (softly) Stan?

He approaches cautiously, kneeling down a bit to meet his level.

Kyle: Hey buddy. How’s it going? You’re still upset about… that time?

Stan doesn’t look at him. Just gives a small, slow nod. Mechanical.

Kyle scratches the back of his neck, sitting beside him with a thump. Silence stretches. Stan still says nothing. Kyle stares forward now, too.

Kyle: (sighs) Hey, um… I’m sorry. About what happened with you and Wendy…

Kyle Pauses before Continuing

Kyle: Y’know… the whole Skank Hunt mess. It was all so stupid.

Stan closes his eyes for a second. Not angrily. Just… tired.

Stan: (speaking for the first time, low) I didn’t even do anything. None of us did. But we all got punished anyway.

Kyle: Yeah…

Stan: They said they were trying to make a point. But I think they just wanted an excuse. Like Wendy was just… waiting.

Kyle: She didn’t even talk to you after?

Stan:Nah. Just— (he shrugs)
Cold silence. And then she was gone.

More silence. The buzz of the lights returns, louder now in the lull. Kyle doesn’t know what to say next. He glances over.

Kyle: (quiet) You don’t deserve that, man.

Stan:(flat) None of us deserved any of it.

Kyle: Yeah, I think we’re all kinda broken now.

Stan: Not Heidi.

Kyle shifts uncomfortably, swallowing.

Kyle: No… she’s the only one who didn’t treat us like dirt.(beat) Even when I— (sighs)
Forget it.

Stan: She dumped you too?

Kyle nods. Doesn’t elaborate.

Stan: Good, You probably deserved it.

Kyle looks over, half-offended—but then sees the tiniest ghost of a smirk tug the corner of Stan’s lips. Barely there. But real.

Kyle snorts.

Kyle: (leaves) Screw you, dude.

Stan: (grinning faintly)
Screw you too.

Stan sit there a while longer. Maybe broken. But not alone

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[INT. STAN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT]

Rain taps steadily against the window, a soft percussion of sadness. Lightning flashes faintly across the dim room. The only light inside comes from the glow of Stan’s iPhone screen, washing his tired face in pale blue.

He’s sitting on his bed, legs pulled close, hunched over. His room is the same as always—band posters, cluttered desk, some old trophies collecting dust—but it all feels hollow now. The silence swells with the weight of memory.

He scrolls. Slowly.

A photo of him and Wendy at Stark’s Pond. She’s laughing. He’s mid-splash. That was before everything—before Skank Hunt, before the girls turned cold, before the world started feeling… scripted.

He swipes again. Halloween. She dressed as a vampire. He wore a lame werewolf mask he bought last minute. She still kissed him through the fake fur.

Swipe.

Christmas. Holding mugs. Matching sweaters. The words on his read: “I tolerate Christmas because of her.” Hers said: “He’s lucky I’m cute.”

Swipe.

A shaky photo. Wendy kissing his cheek. He’s flushed, bashful, trying not to smile too hard.

He stares.

Thunder rolls in the distance. The rain thickens, sliding down the window like slow tears.

STAN (softly, to himself):
Goddammit.

His thumb hovers. Then…

Tap.

Delete.

A warning message flashes: “Are you sure you want to delete this photo?”

He stares. Long. The room feels colder. But his eyes don’t waver.

Tap.

Gone.

One by one, he goes through them. Each photo. A pause. A memory. A slow breath. And then—

Tap.

Gone.

Until finally, there’s nothing left but the empty camera roll and his own reflection faintly caught in the black screen.

Stan leans back against the wall, exhaling through his nose, eyes on the ceiling now.

The rain doesn’t stop.

[Days Later: Stan is at a Restaurant with Wendy]

Stan: I can't imagine how you're feeling right now. I know that the Skankhunt Hunt didn't go the way you'd hoped. What I want to say is, I'm sorry.

[Wendy is shown facing him across the table]

Stan: I know that girls have gone through a lot lately, and I just want you to know that... I'm here for you.

Bill Clinton: Okay, okay, that's good, but now, make sure she knows how you're gonna change.

Stan: I am gonna change. I, I am.

Bill Clinton: Whether she takes you back or not.

Stan: Yeah well, but I, but I want her to take me back.

Bill Cosby: [pops into view as he leans back on his chair] Yeah, but if you're just changin' to get her back, then you're bein' selfish again.

Stan: Okay, look. The bottom line is, you still have to have faith... in boys, because... because I miss you, Wendy.

[some knocking nearby. Stan and Wendy look in the direction of the knocking]

Butters: Traitor!

[Stan, Wendy, and Bill Clinton see him outside with four other boys - Craig, Clyde, Tweek, and Francis]

Butters: F*** you, Stan! You're a traitor! [drops his pants to show his wiener and puts his fist high up in the air]

Stan: Go away Butters!

[Cosby leans back to see what's going on]

Bill Clinton:Who's that?

Butters: How dare you be ashamed of who you are?! [steps forward and presses his wiener onto the window]

Bill Cosby: Oh, he's pressin' pickle!

Stan: Oh God No—

WENDY: (sighs, flat) Why do I even try talking to boys in this town.

CLINTON (with a nod):
This ain’t my first pickle protest. I got just the thing—

He pulls out a saxophone and begins playing a slow jazz riff as if it were a battle anthem. The entire diner descends into chaos. A waitress screams. A man slips on his soup. Butters’ muffled battle cry continues, his tiny pressed wiener smudging a perfect trail across the fogged glass like a cursed snail.

Stan slams his head into the table.

STAN (muffled): Why is this my life?

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[EXT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – DAY]

Overcast skies hang heavy above the snow-dusted sidewalks. The air smells like damp pine and loneliness. Stan walks alone, hands jammed in his hoodie pockets, boots crunching softly over the gravel and leftover slush. He moves aimlessly, like a ghost in his own life.

Stan: (muttering) First she breaks up with me for Token… then this Skank Hunt crap… like I haven’t had enough shit already.

(he kicks a pebble)

Stan: I just wanted someone real. Someone who gave a damn. But nah. Guess that’s too much to ask.

He walks around the side of the building, past the gym doors, the wind brushing his hair like a sigh. His breath fogs in the air.

Stan: I just wish there was a way to make myself happy again… (voice drops) …but I’m so goddamn tired of pretending I’m okay.

Then—he hears it.

A soft sound. Muffled. Sharp breaths between sobs.

Stan stops. Tilts his head.

Stan (softly) what the…?

He follows the sound, rounding the side near the back stairwell—

There, half-hiding behind a snow-dusted bench under the emergency fire escape, is Heidi Turner. Her knees pulled up to her chest, Her phone’s beside her in the snow, screen black. Her breathing’s ragged. Her hair sticks slightly to her wet cheeks.

She hasn’t seen him yet. She’s too lost in it—curled up, breaking in private, like she didn’t want the world to know she was hurting too.

And something about that… hits Stan like a gut punch.

Stan (softly): Heidi?

She jolts a little, looking up fast. Her eyes are red. For a second she tries to pretend she’s fine, tries to muster the mask. But it cracks immediately.

Heidi: Don’t. Don’t look at me like that, okay? I’m fine.

(Stan sits down on the bench beside her, quiet)

Stan: No, you’re not.

He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t force comfort. Just sits there. The silence between them is raw and honest, like the wind cutting across their skin.

Stan: You were the only girl who didn’t treat us like shit after Skank Hunt… and then you got pulled into Cartman’s BS. And Kyle’s. And now…

He glances at her. She’s biting her lip hard, tears still trying to fight their way out.

Stan: Now you’re crying alone behind a school bench like it’s the only place left that understands.

Heidi exhales. A little choked laugh slips through the sobs.

Heidi: God… you sound exactly like how I feel.

Stan: (looking away) Yeah. I guess I would.

They sit in silence again. The snow begins to fall—slow, lazy flakes drifting down like broken promises.

Heidi: (after a long pause) Do you ever just… want to disappear? Not forever. Just… for a while. From all the fake stuff.

Stan: Every single day.

They look at each other for the first time. Really look. And for the first time in a long time—

They both don’t feel so alone.

Heidi: I know it’s not your fault Stan, It’s That Stupid Skankhunt & The Rest of The Girls Fault!

(Heidi Cries More)

Stan: Yeah… I Know… I figured it out a while.

Heidi: Wendy’s Friend, I thought Wendy and The Rest Were My Friends, They’re the ones who turned everything into a damn war.

She sniffles, wipes her cheek roughly with her sleeve.

Heidi: They wanted a cause so bad, they didn’t care who they hurt. Even the ones who didn’t deserve it.

Stan: Yeah, Poor Students. Getting Pulled into this Mess

Stan Pauses for a Moment and Then Says His Words

Stan: Hey Um, Wendy broke up with me and all, I know this sounds unexpected and totally ridiculous & Probably Stupid but (he looks away, cheeks flushing) I’m available if you still Like Boys

Heidi: (surprised) R-R-Really? You really mean it?

Stan turns back to her, meeting her gaze for the first time with real warmth behind his tired blue eyes. No lies. No games. Just him.

Stan (softly): Yeah. I mean it.

Heidi blinks fast. Her lip trembles, but not from sadness this time. Something shifts in her chest, a small spark trying to catch flame.

Heidi: (small smile) Wow… after Cartman and Kyle I figured the universe was just trolling me at this point.

Stan: (half-smirking) Maybe it was. But even trolls screw up sometimes.

They both laugh. Just a little. But it’s real.

For a long beat, the wind hushes. The snow dances. And it’s just the two of them in their own little frozen pocket of the world, healing quietly together.

[Heidi Then Hugs Stan, Stan was Surprised. He Never Felt this Warm Before Since Wendy]

Heidi: Thank You Stan

Stan: Oh, Uh Your Welcome

Stan Smiles Again, As He Found Happiness, Stan Had Found Himself a New Girlfriend

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[INT. SOUTH PARK ELEMENTARY – HALLWAY – DAY]

The halls bustle with their usual chaos—lockers slamming, backpacks swinging, someone arguing about Minecraft three lockers down. But right in the middle of the sea of noise, Stan Marsh walks like a guy floating six inches off the ground. Smile? Check. Shoulders un-slumped? Check. A light in his eyes? Oh yeah—he’s back.

Kyle: (noticing) Hey, Stan… You’re in a good mood today. What happened, dude? You win the lottery or something?

Stan: (grinning) Nah, nothing crazy. I’ve just… been feeling better lately. Like, actually better.

(Stan pauses, then proudly)

Stan: I found myself a new girlfriend.

KYLE: (eyes widening) No way! Stan! Kickass! (grinning) Who’s the lucky girl?! C’mon, spill the beans, man!

*Just then, almost like a cue from the universe, Heidi Turner walks down the hall. Her smile is warm, genuine. She slips up beside Stan without hesitation, giving him a small wave and a glance that says “we’re in this together.”

Heidi: (softly smiles)
Hi Stan. Hey Kyle.

Kyle: (pleasantly surprised) Oh hey, Heidi.

(Kyle pauses)

Kyle: Wait… Heidi?

The camera zooms in on Kyle’s face, pupils shrinking, sweat drop forming. His inner monologue splits in two.

ANGLE ON KYLE – INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

Angel Kyle: See? This is beautiful. Our friends finding love again. Growing. Healing. Nothing to worry about!

Demon Kyle: (ripping off angel robes, fire blazing) WHAT?! First Cartman steals her, now Stan?! Our best friend?! God Damn it!

Angel Kyle: We agreed we just wanted what’s best for her!

Demon Kyle: Yeah, and now what’s “best” is on Stan’s damn arm!!

Kyle: (visibly twitching, back in reality) Heh… heh… that’s… cool. That’s really cool, you two.

Stan (genuinely): Thanks, dude. I feel like I can finally breathe again, y’know?

Heidi (giggling): He’s been really sweet. It’s different, In a good way.

Kyle: (through gritted teeth) That’s… awesome… just… peachy.

Stan and Heidi walk off, hand in hand, chatting softly. Kyle stares after them like a man watching his future plans go up in smoke.

Demon Kyle: God Dammit This is betrayal! This is war!

Angel Kyle: (sighing)
Maybe just… talk to them?

Demon Kyle: No! We get revenge! We challenge Stan to a DDR duel or something! Ha Ha Ha!

Kyle: Hey Wait a Sec, I’m Jewish! Why do I have you guys?

[Angel & Demon Kyle Paused and then added kippahs]

Demon Kyle: Is This Better?

Kyle: Close Enough

*POOF!*

Kyle was Back to Reality, stands frozen, Then—

Kyle: (softly, deadpan) Goddammit, Cartman was right about Women.