[South Park Elementary. The school bell rings. Most of the third-grade boys are in a shop room.]

Voice:	[male] This is shop class. [it belongs to a heavyset man, who stands next to a chalkboard, pointing to the information] My name is Mr. Adler. For the next week, rather than your normal schoolwork, you'll be learning how to make things. Now, does anybody know WHY you're in shop class? [Stan raises his hand] Yes?

Stan:	Because we had to choose between this and home ec, and we didn't wanna be sissies?

Mr. Adler:	Wrong! You are here because you are America's future! [sittiring music plays] You may someday be doctors, or lawyers, or scientists. Most of you, however, will be pumping gas, or cutting sheet metal, and that's why we have… [points to the words] shop class.

Cartman:	Ooooohh.

Mr. Adler:	Now, let me make one thing crystal clear: I don't like kids that screw around! You screw around in shop class, you can lose a hand or an eye. I have a- [picks up a picture of a woman and begins to get lost looking at it] I have… uh, I have a…

Kyle:	Mr. Adler?

Mr. Adler:	[sets the picture down] Huh? Oh, uh, I was just saying that I want to know who is the biggest troublemaker in your class?

Stan:	[quickly points] Tweek is!

Tweek:	Arrh! No, I'm not!

Kyle:Stan:	Yeah, you are! You always get in trouble

Tweek:	Arrrrh!

Cartman:	Oh, hello, excuse me, but Craig is the biggest troublemaker in our class.

Mr. Adler:	That true, Craig? You a troublemaker?

Craig:	No.

Mr. Adler:	Well, you'd better not be, because in shop class we- [Craig flips him off] Hey! Did you just flip me off?!

Craig:	No.

Mr. Adler:	Yes, you did!

Cartman:	Told ya!

Kyle:	[hushed, to Stan] Dude, shop class sucks. Maybe we should have taken home ec.

Stan:	Now way, dude. Home ec is for girls.

[The Home Economics room. All the girls are here]

Voice:	[female] Welcome to home ec. [the camera scans across the class] For the next week, you will be learning how to bake, sew, clean, and make things that are lacy and pretty. [Kenny appears]

Kenny:	(Woohooo!) [Wendy raises her hand]

Wendy:	I requested to be in shop class, but they sent me here.

Woman:	That's right, Wendy. You see, some of you girls will go on to have interesting jobs and careers. [now cautioning] But all of you pretty ones… won't have to worry about that, because you can marry a nice man. And that's why we have… home ec.

Kenny:	(Woohooo!) [the girls on either side of him look at him]

[The Shop room. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman sit before a power miter box. Cartman is feeding it wood]

Cartman:	I wonder why Kenny didn't wanna take shop class? [cuts out two slabs]

Stan:	I don't know. He's such a wuss.

Mr. Adler:	[passing by] Hey! Don't screw around! You screw around too much!

Cartman:	You know, you guys are totally wrong about Tweek. Craig is way worse than he is. [Craig leafs through some wood scraps, and Tweek approaches a belt sander on the floor]

Stan:	No he's not dude. Craig is a wuss.

Cartman:	Dude, if Craig and Tweek got in a fight, Craig would kick Tweek's ass.

Kyle:	Do you wanna bet?

Cartman:	Yeah, I'll bet.

Stan:	How much?

Cartman:	Five bucks.

Stan:	You're on!

Tweek:	[revs up a belt sander.] Arrh! [jumps. Stan and Kyle walk to him]

Stan:	Hey Tweek.

Tweek:	[jumps] Gaarhrhrh!

Stan:	Dude. Craig chooses you. He wants to fight.

Tweek:	[drops the sander] He does?

Stan:	Yeah. He's all pissed off at you. So, will you fight?

Tweek:	Why?

Kyle:	Dude, because! You have to stand up for yourself! So will you fight him? [Craig is still leafing through the scraps]

Tweek:	[jumps] Rrrrh! He doesn't look like he wants to fight me.

Cartman:	Craig, could I talk to you real quick? [Craig flips him off, and Cartman puts his palms up to calm him] Er, just a second, please, Craig. Craig, I'm not normally one to get involved in this kind of thing but, well, I was just standing over by Tweek, and, he called you a big poop-eater.

Craig:	He did?

Cartman:	Yeah. He said you eat poop, and that it makes your breath smell like poop, and that, eh, well, you like it.

Craig:	Why would he say that?

Cartman:	I don't Craig, I don't know. But now he's over there telling everybody that you're a poop-eater and he chooses you.

Craig:	[now pissed] Well, I've gotta go over there and-

Cartman:	[blocks his way] No, no! Craig, you you can't fight him here; Mr. Adler would just break it up. Tell you what: I'll go tell him you accept his challenge, and set it up for after school today.

Craig:	Okay. [flips Tweek off]

Kyle:	There. Did you see? He just flipped you off.

Tweek:	[twitches to one side] Rrrr! What a jerk!

Stan:	He's really got it out for you, dude.

Tweek:	Why?! What did I do?!

Kyle:	So, do you agree to fight him after school?

Tweek:	I guess so.

Stan:	Super. See you there. [they walk away, pleased]

[Mr. Adler takes out the woman's picture again and looks at it. He begins to daydream. Memories of his fiancée come to him, and her voice echoes every time reminisces]

Fiancée:	[runs from him] Catch me, Richard. [she laughs even after he catches her and she's on the grass] I'm so in love with you, Richard. [next scene: she's in the kitchen holding a tray] I made you some cookies, Richard. [sniffs them real good. Next, she's by the fireplace with a little stocking] Merry Christmas, Richard. [laughing on the yard outside] Oh, Richard. Say you'll hold me forever. [in flight, trying to regain control] Aaaaaaa! [in a swimming pool, under water] Richard!

[the school bell rings, and he's back] Aaaarr! Uh. [opens a drawer to get some nicotine gum, and chews some] Oh why? Why? [closes his eyes and continues chewing]

Stan:	Mr. Adler! Mr. Ad-ler!

Mr. Adler:	Huhuh Huh? Stop screwing around!

Stan:	The bell rang. Can we go?

Mr. Adler:	Well, uh, well, sure. Uh, class dismissed.

Stan:	Come on, you guys. [Kyle and Cartman follow him out]

[The school yard]

Stan:	This is gonna be so sweet, dude.

Cartman:	You guys are so wrong about Tweek. He's gonna get his ass kicked.

Kyle:	We'll see!

Cartman:	Why don't we just raise our bet to ten dollars?!

Stan:	You're on, fatass! [Kenny shows up]

Cartman:	Well, well, well, look who's here! Our little home economics friend, Kenny!

Kenny:	(Hey guys, what's going on with you?)

Stan:	How come you wanna take home ec., Kenny?

Kyle:	Yeah. That's not cool, dude. [the girls walk by]

Bebe:	Bye, Kenny. See you tomorrow.

Jordan:	Bye, Kenny.

Kenny:	(Bye, ladies.) [the other boys arrive as the girls leave]

Clyde:	Hey, what's going on?

Kyle:	Tweek and Craig are gonna fight.

Clyde:	Really? Cool. [the boys stand around waiting] It's funny, 'cause Tweek and Craig both went home about fifteen minutes ago.

Kyle:	What?

Token:	Yeah, they left.

Stan:	Aw, hell!

Cartman:	Those sons of bitches!

Clyde:	I guess they don't wanna fight.

Kyle:	Aw, they wanna fight! They just don't know it yet! [walks off with Stan, Cartman, and Kenny]

[Stan and Kyle arrive at Tweek's house. Stan rings the bell]

Stan:	Tweek?

Kyle:	[looks up to the second floor] Tweek?

Tweek:	[opens the center window] Herr. What do you guys want?

Stan:	How come you didn't show up for the fight, Tweek?!

Tweek:	Craig and I have no reason to fight each other.

Kyle:	Well, Craig showed up.

Tweek:	He did?

Stan:	Yeah. He was standing there waiting for you, and he was all like, "Man, Tweek's a wuss," and we were all like, "No he's not, Craig," and he was all like, "Yeah he is, he isn't showing up. He's a big wuss, and he has crooked teeth!"

Tweek:	I don't have crooked teeth!

Kyle:	And then Craig was all like, "Tweek is scared o'me. He's a big chicken." And he started doing an impersonation of you being a chicken [Stan watches as Kyle demonstrates]; well, everybody in the world saw it!

Tweek:	Everyone in the world?! Rrrr! [falls down behind the window]

Stan:	Yeah, it was weak.

Tweek:	I'm not a chicken!

Kyle:	Well, everyone in the world thinks you are. See ya. [turns to walk away]

Tweek:	[pops up] Wait! I'll fight!

Stan:	Tomorrow?

Tweek:	Okay.

[Cartman and Kenny arrive at Craig's house. Cartman knocks and Craig answers.]

Cartman:	Craig, what the hell are you doing home?! You're supposed to be out fighting Tweek!

Craig:	Red Racer's on.

Cartman:	Craig, you can watch Red Racer any day of the week!

Craig:	I do watch Red Racer every day of the week!

Cartman:	[aloof] Well, that's fine. I guess you don't care about what Tweek said about your mom.

Craig:	Nnope. [shuts the door]

Cartman:	[hushed] Egh. God-damnit! [knocks again, and Craig answers] Well, I guess you don't care about what Tweek said about your guinea pig.

Craig:	What?! What did he say about Stripe?!

Cartman:	Oh, nothing, except that you stick it up your ass before you go to bed.

Craig:	That son of a bitch, I'll k*ll him!

Cartman:	Yeah, I'd be pissed too, so maybe we should reschedule the fight for tomorrow?

Craig:	After Red Racer.

Cartman:	[being graceous] After Red Racer, of course.

[The Tweek house, that night, dinner. The Tweeks are at table]

Richard:	How was school today, son?

Tweek:	Errh!

Richard:	That's great.

Tweek:	Dahad, if some kid in school wants to fight me, what should I do??

Richard:	Son, let me tell you a little story about when your mother and I first met. [gets up and stands next to her. Peaceful music plays] You see, a long time ago, there were a lot of guys who were after your mother. She used to be very attractive.

Mom:	It's true. I was. [Tweek bobs as he listens]

Richard:	Well, when I started courting your mother, there was this big muscular football player named Quib, who didn't take too kindly to me. He wanted your mother all to himself. And so, one day, he challenged me to a fight. [sits down, and both parent resume eating. Tweek waits for the rest of the story]

Tweek:	[after a long lull] Well?

Mom:	Well what, honey?

Tweek:	Nrr. What happened?

Richard:	Oh'd. I, I don't know. He moved away or something.

Mom:	Yes, I think that's right.

Tweek:	Rrrrr! You guys never help me! [the parents look at each other, and Tweek starts banging his head against the table] Your stories never go anywhere! I hate it! I want out! I want out! [the parents resume eating]

[Craig's house, dinner time. Craig has a little sister]

Craig:	Dad, I'm supposed to get in a fight tomorrow.

Dad:	With who?

Craig:	Some kid.

Dad:	Oh.

Mom:	Don't just "Oh" him, Thomas!

Craig:	Yeah, don't just "Oh" me!

Thomas	I'll "Oh" whoever I want! [Mom flips Thomas off, he flips back, the daughter flips them both off, and Craig flips his dad off with the right hand, his sister off with the left, and his mom with the right, up close]

[Mr. Adler's home. He and a woman have just returned from a date]

Mr. Adler:	Well, that was fun, Pearl. See you later.

Pearl:	Richard, aren't you going to invite me in?

Mr. Adler:	Why?

Pearl:	Well, I thought maybe you would at least at-tempt to make love to me tonight.

Mr. Adler:	Oh, well, uuh, I can't. I left the oven on.

Pearl:	Oh, Richard, why can't you open your heart to me? Why?

Mr. Adler:	I just… I can't. Oh, I know. I have genital warts. [he begins closing the door]

Pearl:	We'll use plastic wrap.

Mr. Adler:	Nope. Sorry. Maybe some other time. [shuts the door on her face. He holds the door in place, then makes his way to a picture of his deceased love, picks it up, and remembers…]

Fiancée:	[on a swing] Swing me Richard, swing me higher. I wanna touch the sky, Richard. [now in a gazebo] Richard, I'm here! [waves him over] Smile. [now opens a little box and sees a ring] Oh, Richard, it's beautiful. Yes. Yes. [Now at a phone by a desk] But you have to come see me fly tomorrow, Richard. I have a surprise for you. [next day, next to a plane] Don't worry, Richard. I'll pilot! It's what I do! [in flight, trying to regain control] Aaaaaaa! [in a swimming pool, under water] Richard! [now rising from an open coffin] Richard.

Mr. Adler:	[returns] Haaarrr! [opens a small drawer in the side table, gets some nicotine gum, and starts chewing, then mumbles] Aw, God, what am I gonna do? [resumes chewing]

[South Park Elementary, the cafeteria, next day, recess. From left to right on a table are seated Stan, Tweek, Kyle, Cartman, Craig, and Kenny. Much of the class is assembled before them. A large sign saying "Tweek VS. Craig" hangs above them from the ceiling]

Stan:	Okay, so, just to set the record straight here, the fight will be happening out by the tetherball pole at 3:30. Tweek just weighed in at 48 pounds, Craig at 45.

Clyde:	Uh, how long do you expect the fight to last?

Craig	I uh…

Cartman:	[covers Craig's mouth] However long Craig wants it to last. [the kids laugh] T'heh, ub. Look, make no mistake. Craig has been ready for this fight since day one. He doesn't even view it as a challenge.

Kyle:	He'll view it as a challenge when he's getting his ass kicked!

Cartman:	Hup. Did you hear that? It sound like some diarrhea coming out of someone's mouth or something.

Kyle:	Shut up, fatass!!

Cartman:	Don't call me fat, you son of a bitch! [jumps on him, and they start fighting. Kenny and Stan soon join in, leaving Tweek and Craig looking at them]

Clyde:	Wow. Tweek and Craig really hate each other, huh? This should be a good fight.

[Home Economics, after recess.]

Pearl:	[stands by a chart equating shoes with money] On your first date, look at the man's shoes. Sometimes you can tell how much money a man has just by his shoes. [Kenny and the girls take notes. Pearl then stands by the chalkboard listing the number of credit cards from 1 to 4] When he takes you out to dinner, try to sneak a peek at his wallet while he pays for you. If he only has one credit card, BEWARE. [crosses 1 out] It means he doesn't spend a lot, and worse yet, it could be a debit card. If he has more than four credit cards, that's a little fishy. [crosses 4 out] The perfect number of credit cards for a man to have is… two. [circles it. Bebe raises her hand]

Bebe:	What if we meet a guy who wants to be a doctor or a lawyer, but is still getting his degree?

Pearl:	Dump that zero and get yourself a hero! He could be earning that degree all his life while you starve to death with two dying babies sucking at your teats. [the girls and Kenny just look at her]

[Shop class. The boys are busy on various projects. Cartman stands on a stool operating a drill press as Stan and Kyle stand on the floor.]

Cartman:	When I have you guys' ten bucks, I'm gonna use it to buy the sweetest big-screen TV in the whole world.

Kyle:	That's more than ten bucks, you stupid fatass!

Cartman:	Well, if I get ten buck from each of you, that's like $2000

Mr. Adler:	Hey, quit screwing around back there! You're horsing! [He now hears a voice calling to him, from the drawers in his desk…]

Fiancée:	Ri-chard! [he whistles] Ri-chard! [he remembers mumbling something in return, and pulls out her picture. He dreams: she is back on the swing] Swing me Richard, swing me higher! [now in a gazebo] Richard, I'm here! [waves him over. Cut to her opening a little box] Oh, Richard, it's beautiful. Yes. Yes. [Now at a phone by a desk] But you have to come see me fly tomorrow, Richard. I have a surprise for you. [next day, next to a plane] Don't worry, Richard. I'll pilot! [in the cockpit, she calls out] It's all for you! [an alarm sounds, and the gas t*nk explodes behind her] Aaaaaaa! [she tries to land the plane right, but it falls into a swimming pool. She's thrown clear, into the water] Richard!

Clyde:	Mr. Adler. Mr. Adler!

Mr. Adler:	[returns] Huh? Uh, what?

Clyde:	Tommy stuck his face in the belt sander [Tommy comes and stands beside Clyde. There are no features on his face.]

Mr. Adler:	The belt sander? Tommy?? I told you not to screw around with the belt sander, didn't I? [Clyde looks at Tommy for a reaction, but…] Well go on. Go see the nurse; she'll give you some peroxide. [Tommy walks away in the wrong direction]

Clyde:	[noticing the picture and points] What's that?

Mr. Adler:	Huh? Oh, this is a woman I knew a long time ago.

Clyde:	What? She die or something?

Mr. Adler:	What? Hey! Go on! [upset, he puts the picture away] You're screwing around in here! [Clyde hurries away]

[After school. The kids climb over a hill to reach the tetherball pole. Stan, Kyle, and Tweek lead the way]

Clyde:	Oh boy! Here we go!

Wendy:	[joins the group] What's happening?

Kyle:	Tweek's gonna fight Craig!

Wendy:	Oh cool!

Stan:	Stay pissed, Tweek. Stay pissed. [the two groups meet] All right. Here we go.

Kyle:	Time for you to get proven wrong, fat boy

Cartman:	You're gonna be eating those words, assh*le.

Kyle:	No I won't, because you'd eat 'em first, tubby. [Craig and Tweek look at each other, but nothing happens]

Stan:	Well?

Cartman:	Come on!

Wendy:	Yeah, if you're gonna do it, do it!

Craig:	[turns to the crowd] What do we do?

Stan:	Huh?

Cartman:	What do you mean, what do you do? You just fight each other.

Tweek:	How?

Kyle:	How??

Craig:	I've never been in a fight before.

Tweek:	Me neither.

Crowd:	[let down] Awwww.

Stan:	[in disgust] Aw, dude, come on!!

Cartman:	You just h*t each other, smack each other around. [Tweek slaps Craig, and Craig slaps Tweek. No effect]

Kyle:	[sighs] Not like that!

Tweek:	Like what, then?

Stan:	[approaches the fighters] All right, all right, screw it! We have to postpone the fight 'til Tweek and Craig can learn how to fight.

Crowd:	Awww. [disperses]

Clyde:	[to Wendy] All that build-up for nothing.

Wendy:	Yeah. Christ, I could have been home by now!

Stan:	All right. Tweek, we'll teach you how to fight, and Cartman, you teach Craig.

Cartman:	I don't think that's very fair: if I teach Craig, he's gonna really k*ll Tweek.

Stan:	Oh yeah? Well, I'm gonna have my uncle Jimbo teach Tweek how to box!

Cartman:	[faking fear] Ooooo! Boxing's scary, you guys! [serious] I'm gonna have Craig learn martial arts!

Stan:	Fine! We'll see you back here tomorrow!

Cartman:	Fine! [the parties part ways]

Kyle:	Fine!

Cartman:	Fine, that's fine!

[Big's Gym, later. This is where Stan and Kyle took Jesus to learn to box. Chef knocked him out with one blow. On this occasion, Stan and Kyle bring Tweek. Jimbo is the coach, Ned the sparring partner. All are in the ring]

Jimbo:	Alrighty. Tweek, my little nephew Stanley has asked me to teach you the fine points of boxing.

Tweek:	Rrrrh!

Jimbo:	You're in luck! Ned here used to be the state champion until a grenade blew his arm off.

Ned:	Mmrr I can still kick ass.

Jimbo:	Now, Tweek, boxing is a Man sport. There is nothing in the world more Man than boxing. It is Man at his most Man. So when you spar with Ned here, just dig deep into that most Man part of you.

Tweek:	Hwaaah! [Stan and Kyle look at each other and shrug]

Jimbo:	Well, enough of the lectures. let's get to boxing. [rings the bell, and Ned sends Tweek to the ropes with one punch]

Tweek:	Uugh!

Ned:	Mmm whatcha got, bee-ahtch? [Tweek gets up]

Jimbo:	Keep your guard up, Tweek! [Tweek doez so. Ned punches him twice more, and Tweek falls]

Tweek:	Ow!

Stan:	Damnit!

Kyle:	Come on, Tweek! He's only got one arm!

Jimbo:	All right, looks like we'll have to apply the Oppenheimer technique with Tweek here. [Tweek gets up]

Ned:	[prancing] Gmmmmm, whatcha got, bee-ahtch?

Jimbo:	Punch him in the balls, Tweek!! [Tweek lunges at Ned and lands the punch]

Ned:	AAAAaaaarrgh.

Jimbo:	Atta boy! Now quick, get him again while he's down! [Tweek lands a barrage of punches, and Ned groans after each punch]

Ned:	Ow.

Jimbo:	Good! Now kick his balls! [Tweek does so several times, and Ned groans] There, see? You've got him coughing up blood.

Stan, Kyle:	Hooray!

Tweek:	Rrrr!

Jimbo:	Now THAT'S BOXING!

[The Nishimura School of Matial Arts]

Master:	Your friend hasa brought you to learn the ancient art ofa sumo. You must learna discipline anda respect. [Craig flips him off] In sumo, your body must be rike a stone, and your mind rike a meatroaf.

Craig:	Meatloaf?

Master:	The object is simpry to push opponent out of circle. Is opponent ready?

Cartman:	I'm ready! [comes out, speaks softly] Hey, I like this hair thing. This is cool. [stops to pull some salt out of a kettle and pats his hands together]

Master:	Let us begin. [Cartman plants his feet] Ready? And, th-ree.

Cartman:	Respect my authoritah! [he and Craig engage in pushing each other]

Master:	Body rike a stone! Mind rike a meatroaf!

Cartman:	[turns around to back Craig out of the ring] Dude. Come on, now. Come on.

Craig:	Oh, Jesus! I can't take it! Stop!

Master:	Fight back! Resist the ass!

Craig:	How can I resist an ass so great?

Master:	It is only an ass. You must overcome the ass with your mind.

Craig:	This ass is umlike any I've encountered, Master. [Cartman bumps him off the ring, he hits a wall, and he's out]

Cartman:	I win!

Master:	There is indeed great power in your ass, Eric. Perhaps you should consider sumo as your profession.

Cartman:	Hey, may be. [plants his feet again]

[Mr. Adler's house, night. He's asleep, and a bad dream begins]

Mr. Adler:	[twisting and turning] No. No. Make it stop.

Fiancée:	[laughing on the yard outside] Oh, Richard. Say you'll hold me forever. [Now at a phone by a desk] But you have to come see me fly tomorrow, Richard. I have a surprise for you. [next day, next to a plane] Don't worry, Richard. I'll pilot! [in the cockpit during flight] Watch me, Richard! [waves to him as shw writes "I love U Richard." As she gets to the latt letters, she loses control and the alarm comes on. Her gas t*nk explodes and she screams. She manages to write A's on her way down to a crash in the pool. She sinks and calls out] Richard!

Mr. Adler:	Baaaaa! [looks around and then sobs] I never got to say good-bye. I never got to say good-bye! [reaches for some nicotine gum, only to find the box empty] Oh no! Oh NO! NOW what do I do?! [begins bawling]

[South Park Elementary, next day. Home Ec.]

Pearl:	Okay, that was very good, class. Now let's try this one together. [holds up a board saying] Honey, can I get a new wardrobe?

Class:	[including Kenny] Honey, can I get a new wardrobe?

Pearl:	All right, now let's try this one together. [holds up a board saying] Lisa Smith's husbamd just bought HER a new car....

Class:	[including Kenny] Lisa Smith's husbamd just bought HER a new car....

Pearl:	Good. Bebe, why don't you try this one. [holds up a board saying] I think a trip to Hawaii would really improve our sex life.

Bebe:	I think a trip to Hawaii would really improve our sex life.

Pearl:	Outstanding! Now, Kenny, how about you try? [holds up a board saying] I can't make love to you until we get a king-size bed.

Kenny:	(I can't make love to you until we get a king-size bed.)

Pearl:	[looks at him in dismay] O-kay. Kenny, could I talk to you over here real quick?

Kenny:	(Sure you can.) [gets up and goes to her desk]

Pearl:	Kenny, I don't know quite how to tell you this, but… I'm not sure home economics is right for you.

Kenny:	(Why?)

Pearl:	Well, your cooking is unsatisfactory, your sewing skills are below average, and, frankly, I don't think the odds of you marrying a nice rich man in the future are very, well, good.

Kenny:	(You don't?)

Pearl:	No. I think you should consider transfering to shop class.

Kenny:	(Shop class?) [images of thr*at tools tools fill his head: a drill, a torch, a belt sander, a table saw] (No, I won't!)

Pearl:	Now, now. Very few students are severely innured in a shop class.

Kenny:	(I don't wanna take shop class!) [draws his hood tight, and the bell rings]

Bebe:	Come on! It's time for the fight!

Wendy:	Yeah! [the girls begin to file out of class]

Pearl:	Fight? Oh no no no, girls! Haven't I taught you anything?

[The playground, after school. The kids head for the tetherball pole. The fighters are present: Tweek wearing a boxing robe with hood, Craig in sumo gear]

Stan:	Okay, the time has finally come. [the other kids close in]

Clyde:	[holding a box of] Programs, get your programs here. Programs.

Kyle:	Remember, Tweek: punch hard, punch low.

Tweek:	Hrrr.

Kyle:	This is when you gotta get mean, Tweek

Tweek:	Rrrr, mean, rrrr.

Cartman:	The spirit of the dragon is in your hands. Hurshar kashurshar. Hurlong churshar. All right?

Craig:	Okay.

Cartman:	Now, LISTEN to me! Hurlong kashurshar! All right?! And seriously: Hurlong kepur shung kwong!

Craig:	Okay, okay!

[Tweek is ready first, then Craig gets ready]

Tweek:	Rrrr! [Craig adjusts his own head] Hr. [Craig flips him off]

Stan:	You ready Tweek? You ready Craig? Let's get in on!

Craig:	Respect my authority.

[Tweek lands some punches and Craig tries to throw Tweek off suno-style. They go back and forth this way for a while]

Stan, Kyle:	Come on, Tweek!

Cartman:	Come on, Craig!

[The shop room. Mr. Adler is alone and starts to write]

To whom it may concern:

I can no longer live

without her. I couldn't

say goodbye to her, and so

now I must say goodbye

to all of you, for I am all

out of nicotine gum.

Sincerely yours,

Richard Adler

Shop Class

P.S.

Don't screw around.

You all screw around too much.

[he leaves the desk and goes to the table saw, turns on the switch, lies on the table feet first, and is pulled towards the blade]

Mr. Adler:	Good-bye, cruel world. [sits up] Jesus Christ! What was I thinking?! That would have hurt like hell!

[the playground. Craig and Tweek tumble towards the school, neither giving in. The other kids follow them to a clearing outside a bungalow, where Caraig and Tweek resume trading punches]

Stan:	Ye-hah!

Cartman:	Come on, Craig! Time to kick his ass! [the fighters, now tired and panting, butt heads]

Kyle:	Go, Tweek. Kick his ass! Get him!

Cartman:	Come on, Craig!

Stan:	Come on, Tweek! You got him!

Kyle:	Get him! [the fighters just pant, stuck to each other] Whoa, Tweek! Did you hear that?

Tweek:	What?

Kyle:	Craig just called you a boner!

Tweek:	Rrrr! [punches Craig]

Kyle:	[to Stan:] He'll just have to keep throwing jabs to win the fight.

Stan:	Yeah.

[Shop class. Mr. Adler draws closer to the saw blade and sighs. Kenny comes in and hands him Pearl's note.]

Kenny:	(Hi, Mr. Adler.)

Mr. Adler:	What? Who are you? [takes the note and reads]

Kenny McCormick

has been transferred

from home ec

to shop class

Well, all right. Get some safety goggles and start gettin' acquainted with the jigsaw over there. [hands him back the note and Kenny goes to the jigsaw] Hrh.

[Outside the bungalow Craig and Tweek continue fighting. They lock up and tumble into the slide, tearing it down. They end up under the debris]

Tweek:	[gets up] Huh? [Craig pops up and tackles Tweek. The other kids, fearing the fight over, cheer again.]

[Shop Class. Kenny starts cutting wood on the jigsaw, but looks at Mr. Adler going to his death. Craig and Tweek crash through the shop class window and continue fighting]

Mr. Adler:	[sits up] What the-? [the door opens and the other kids pour in]

Stan:	Here they are.

Mr. Adler:	[stands and walks towards the kids] Hey! What's going on?

Stan:	Tweek and Craig are fighting. We're just watching. [trading punches]

Mr. Adler:	Well, why the hell don't you stop them?

Cartman:	'Cause we have ten bucks riding on it.

Mr. Adler:	Don't screw aROUND!

[Craig and Tweek tumble towards Kenny]

Kenny:	(Hey!) [They knock the stool out under him. He hangs on to the jigsaw table] (Hey!)

Mr. Adler:	Stop screwin' aROUND!!

[Tweek slams Craig into a second jigsaw and both tumble into a tool cart, which falls onto the second jigsaw, which tumbles onto the one Kenny is on.]

Kenny:	(Hey, God damnit!)

Mr. Adler:	Eh. Hey, you're SCREWIN' AROUND TOO MUCH!! [Kenny gets stuck in the blade and spins around. He's finally thrown clear and ends up in a box of old nails. Some nails fly out of the box.]

Kenny:	(Ugh!)

Stan:	Oh my God, they k*lled Kenny!

Kyle:	You bastards!

Mr. Adler:	[goes to the box of nails and plucks Kenny out] Well, don't just stand there, call an ambulance! [the boys just shrug] You see? You see what happens when you screw around in shop class?

Kenny:	(I understand, dude.)

Mr. Adler:	What? What's that, son?

Fiancée:	[through Kenny] Richard.

Mr. Adler:	AAaaagh! [settles down] No! No, please don't go. I need you. I can't live without you. [Stan and Kyle look at each other, Stan shrugs]

Fiancée:	[visible now, where Kenny's face was] Richard, you have to move on. I want you to be happy.

Mr. Adler:	But I can't. I never got a chance to say good-bye.

Fiancée:	Then say it now, Richard.

Mr. Adler:	Good-bye?

Fiancée:	There. Now do you feel better?

Mr. Adler:	No.

Fiancée:	Of course you don't. Saying good-bye doesn't mean anything. It's the time that we spent together that really matters, not how we loved it.

Mr. Adler:	You… you're right. You're right. [The fiancée leaves and an old woman takes her place. The background is blue.]

Woman:	Richard, this is Grandma.

Mr. Adler:	Gram'ma? Hi, Gram!

Gram'ma:	You never said good-bye to me either. [she leaves and a man enters]

Man:	Hey, Richard. Remember me?

Mr. Adler:	Uncle Corey! Wow, you're all alive again!

Uncle Corey:	[gleefully] No! We're d*ad! [leaves]

Fiancée:	[returns] I love you, Richard. See you soon.

Mr. Adler:	Thank you. Thank you for freeing me. I feel like now I can move on. Baby, I feel so much better. I feel so alive. [holds Kenny close] Thank you, baby. Thank you.

Stan:	Dude, this is pretty f*cked up right here.

[Hell's Pass Hospital. The kids enter. Stan approaches a nurse]

Stan:	Hi. We're here to visit our good friends, Tweek and Craig.

Nurse:	Oh. Well, I suppose a quick visit is okay. Maybe you kids can cheer them up. [leads the way. The kids follow and are let in. Craig and Tweek are in adjacent beds recovering from their injuries.]

Stan:	Hey, you guys. How are you feeling?

Tweek:	Rrr!

Craig:	Ugh.

Stan:	Well, uh. We just came by because we have something to tell you.

Kyle:	Yeah. See, we got you to fight just 'cause we wanted to see who was the toughest. We made up all that stuff we said to get you guys mad at each other. [Craig flips them off]

Cartman:	Yes. You can flip us off, Craig. We deserve that. We just came by to apologize. We feel so bad.

Kyle:	Boy, do we ever.

Stan:	So I guess we'll be gong now, and live with the knowledge that… you're both kind of sissies. [the group turns towards the door]

Tweek, Craig:	What?!

Stan:	[the group turns back to the beds] Well, I mean, that's what was on the news.

Craig:	What was on the news?

Cartman:	Oh, you didn't see it? Oh. Tweek's family was on the news saying what a wuss youare, Craig.

Craig:	Huh?

Kyle:	Yeah. And then Craig's family came on and said Tweek was the wuss, and then punched Tweek's mom in the hooters.

Tweek:	Uuh! You son of a bitch! [pounces on Craig, and the fighting starts again, leaving the room a mess]

Craig:	I'm gonna kick you ass!

Stan:	Come on, Tweek! You got him!

Cartman:	Give him sucky, Craig, give him sucky! Hurlong churshar!

[End of Tweek Vs. Craig]
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