07x11 - Casa Bonita

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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.

Dude, I wonder where Kyle is.

Maybe he caught a disease and d*ed.

That'd be so awesome.

That's not funny. You shouldn't joke about that.

Mrph. Who's joking?

You guys! You guys! I have awesome news!

You have AIDS?! No.

This Saturday, for my birthday, my mom said she's taking me to Casa Bonita in Denver, and I get to invite three friends!

Casa Bonita!

Mrph rm! What's Casa Bonita?

Dude, haven't you ever been there?

It's a big Mexican restaurant, but they have, like, cliff jumpers and Black Bart's cave and all kinds of stuff!

It's like the Disneyland of Mexican restaurants.

This Saturday! Awesome!

Casa Boni-ta, Casa Boni-ta.

Food and fun in a festive atmosphere.

Casa Boni-ta. Who said I'm inviting you?

You... Your mom said you could take three friends.

Yes. Three friends. You're not my friend.

Well, come on, Kyle.

Who the hell else you gonna take besides Stan and Kenny?

I'm gonna take Butters.

He invited me to his birthday party, so I owe him one.

Butters?! You're gonna take that butthole? Why?

Because Butters isn't a total d*ck to me.

I have never been a d*ck to you.

Oh, please.

All you ever do is call me names and rip on me for being Jewish.

Kyle, when have I ever ripped on you for being a Jew?

Oh, yeah? Well, you're a stupid Jew.

You're a Jew. Shut your g*dd*mn Jew mouth!

Good job, Jew. Jews.

Shut up, Jew. You're Jewish.

Dude, he's Jewish. Jew.

Jew. Jew.

Jew. Jew!

Jew! Jew.

I told you Jewish people don't have rhythm.

f*ck off, Cartman!

Okay. Except maybe for that one time.

You've always been a d*ck to me, and I'm not inviting you.

Kyle, you don't understand.

Casa Bonita is my most favorite place in the whole world.

I'll just... I'll just die if you don't take me. Please!

Sorry. My mind's made up.

Well, f*ck you, Kyle!

I don't want to go to your faggy birthday party anyway!

I'd rather hang out at home than have to be around you and your Jew mom for a day!

Kiss my balls, assh*le!

Dude, I totally didn't mean that, Kyle.

I-I really, really want to go to Casa Bonita.

I'm sorry we had that fight just now.

You know, I said some things, you said some things, but I think it was good and we've moved past it.

I'm not inviting you to Casa Bonita.

Well, f*ck you, Kyle!

I hope you die! I hope you f*cking die!

Casa Bonita! Come on, you guys!

Oh, awesome!

Come on, you guys. Black Bart's cave!

Cliff divers!

More sopaipillas, please.

I'm not inviting you, Cartman. You can't go.

No!

No!

No! Casa Bonita! No!

God damn it. I have to get invited to go!

I'm just gonna have to start being nice to Kyle.

Hi, Kyle.

That isn't it, Cartman.

What isn't it?

That's not being nice.

That's just putting on a nice sweater.

I don't understand the difference.

I know you don't.

Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy, wait up!

Dude, I need your advice on something.

Well, sure, Eric.

W-What seems to be the p-problem?

Well, everybody likes you, Jimmy, and you seem to be really good with people.

So I was wondering if you could tell me...

How do you act nice to people?

Well, the best thing is not to act nice, Eric.

The best thing is to be genuinely nice.

Okay. So how do you act genuinely nice to people?

Well, Eric, p-part of being nice is just making people smile and laugh.

The best way to do that is by telling a f-fantastic joke or a humorous anecd... Anecdo-o-o... anecdote.

Like what?

Well, like try this one on for size.

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Ingmar Bergman.

Now you say, "Ingmar Bergman who?"

Take that, Jimmy! And that!

And don't you ever talk bad about Kyle again!

Kyle is my friend!

And if you say you had sex with his mom one more time, I'm gonna really let you have it!

You hear me?!

Oh. Kyle. Hey.

You really think that b*ating up a handicapped kid is being nice?

Uh... h-hey, Kyle.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock, Kyle.

Yeah, Casa Bonita this Saturday.

That's gonna be so fun!

Yeah, it'll be awesome. Just the four of us.

Mrph!

Hey, Kyle.

Well? Well, what?

How are you going to try to get invited to Casa Bonita this time? I'm not, Kyle.

I know you already told Butters he could go.

Oh. Well, yeah. I-I did.

So fine, Kyle.

But honestly, I never meant to make you feel like you didn't matter at all to me.

I know we argue all the time and I give you tons of crap, but we've also been through a lot together.

And maybe that alone doesn't make us friends, but it makes us something.

So whatever, you know?

Just... I hope things can be cool.

I'm still not inviting you to Casa Bonita.

I know, Kyle. I'll see you later.

H-Hey, Cartman.

You really don't care that you can't go?

I care, sure, but I hope it doesn't mean you and me and Stan and Kenny can't hang out anymore.

That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you all along.

I-I still have to take Butters, but I hope things can be cool, too.

Good.

And hey, if for some reason Butters can't go to Casa Bonita, you can take his place.

Sweet. Whatever.

Bingo.

What's this all about, Eric?

Butters, can you keep a secret?

Well, sure, I can.

For the past five days, I've been looking out into space for a school project.

This morning at 3:45 a.m., I caught first sight of something terrible.

How terrible?

A meteor.

A meteor the size of Wyoming... Heading right for Earth.

What?! Now, look, I could be wrong.

I pray that I'm wrong.

But I just want you to take a look and see what you think.

Do you see anything? I just see stars.

Keep looking.

Sometimes it takes your eyes a minute to adjust.

Nope. I don't see any...

Whoa! Wait! Oh, my God! I see it! I see it!

It's a meteor! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Does it look like it's getting closer?

It is! It is getting closer!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

That meteor is the size of Wyoming, and it's on a collision course for Earth.

When do you think it'll get here?

I-I don't know.

I'd have to do some calculations.

10 to the power of 1 base 9 divided by pi plus 5 minus 3.

Oh, Jesus. What?

According to my calculations, that meteor's gonna hit Earth in less than four hours.

You mean we're gonna die?! No! No, Butters!

We are going to live!

Do you hear me? We are going to live!

We've just... We've got to find a b*mb shelter.

W-Where is there a b*mb shelter?

Stan's Uncle Jimbo.

He has a b*mb shelter in his backyard.

Come on, Butters. Hurry! Aah!

Here we go! The b*mb shelter's down here!

Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!

All right. We should be safe in here.

There's dried food and water to last us for weeks.

But what about everyone else?

I have to tell my parents so they can come here, too!

No! Butters! I can't let you risk it.

I'll go up and get the others. Are you sure?

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Now, Butters, listen.

No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, do not come out.

If I don't make it back in time with the others, then it will be up to you to repopulate the earth.

But I'm the only one down here.

What am I supposed to repopulate with?

Well, you know, with your wiener.

Just stay down here until you hear word from me.

And pray, Butters.

Pray for all mankind.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Where is Butters?

We were supposed to leave 40 minutes ago.

Well, I think we better just go without him, Kyle.

It's getting late.

Yeah. Screw him. Let's go.

Oh, finally.

Happy birthday, Kyle.

I just wanted to stop by and give you your present.

Thanks, dude.

Hope you have a good one. See you later.

Oh, wait. Cartman.

Yes?

Butters didn't show.

You want to go to Casa Bonita with us?

Butters didn't show? I can't believe it.

Are you sure you told him the right time and everything?

I told him 5:30, and we got to get going. You in?

Well, I really would need to go home first and get my...

N-No, I guess I have everything I need. Okay. Sure.

All right. Let's go.

Okay, boys. Get in the car.

Casa Bonita, here we come.

Casa Boni-ta, Casa Boni-ta. Oh, hello, Chris, Linda.

Hello, everyone. H-Have any of you seen our son?

Butters was supposed to go with us to Casa Bonita tonight.

We know. But he... hasn't been home since last night.

The police have been looking everywhere, but...

Well, thank you.

Uh, please let us know if you find out anything.

Oh, Butters!

Oh, dude, weak.

Yeah. Man, that sucks about Butters.

Well, let's get going, shall we?

Nah.

I-I can't go to have a birthday party while Butters is missing.

Yeah. It's kind of weird.

Yeah, yeah. I-I think you're right.

But on the other hand, I think Butters would want us to go.

You know Butters.

No. I can't. We should help look for him.

Yeah. That's very good of you, boys.

We can postpone Casa Bonita until next Saturday.

Next Saturday?!

I'll never be able to keep Butters down in the... in the depths of my heart for that long.

I sure hope he turns up before then.

We should check Stark's Pond. Butters always hangs out there.

Yeah, and then we can try the football field.

I'll drive you boys.

Oh, God damn it!

How am I gonna keep Butters down in that b*mb shelter for a whole week?!

All right, folks.

This is the little boy we're looking for...

Leopold Stotch, also known as Butters.

He's been missing for two days and was last seen at the school.

Let's go find him.

"Dried food rations.

Add water to beef-flavored square."

Hello?

Hello?

Butters!

Butters!

Oh, God. It was... it was horrible.

W-What happened?

The meteor struck the earth sooner than I predicted.

There was no time.

No time.

What about my parents? Did you see them?

There was mass confusion, p-panic.

People were crawling all over each other in the streets.

It was awful. Then it hit.

Millions were evaporated instantly.

The rest of us... walking around in a cloud of toxic radiation.

Oh, my God. Let me see!

No, Butters! If you come up, you'll get infected, too.

You best wait for the radiation levels to go down.

Probably... next week sometime.

After Saturday.

How many survivors are there? You should all come down here!

We can't come down there or else we'll contaminate you, Butters.

No. We just have to survive the best we can.

Eric, I can never thank you enough for everything you've done for me.

Thank me by living, Butters.

Live and... rebuild.

I've got to go.

Remember... wait one week for the toxic levels to go down.

After Saturday.

G-Goodbye.

All right. Just six days, Butters.

Sit tight.

Tom, it has now been three days since the Stotch child has gone missing.

Townspeople continue to search, but hope is dwindling.

All right, folks. I want to thank you for all your efforts.

Three days is a long time, but we've got to keep going if we're gonna find him.

You're not going to find him.

Not until after Saturday, when I finally go to Casa Bonita.

Many times in cases like these, a child can trap themselves.

It's important that we spread our search to duct pipes, wells, and b*mb shelters.

W-Whoa. What?

I say we need to move the search to ducts, wells, and b*mb shelters.

Let's move out, people. Every second counts.

But if you leave me now.

You take away the biggest part of me.

Ooh, girl.

Baby, please don't go.

Ooh, girl...

Eric?

Eric, is that you?

Oh, God! They're coming! They're coming!

We've got to get out of here! They're coming this way!

Who's coming this way? The cannibals. Don't you know?!

The meteor destroyed all society, Butters.

Now Earth is ruled by packs of wild humans gone mad!

Those who survived are now being hunted by flesh-starved cannibals!

Oh, God! I hate cannibals!

They're coming this way. I can hear them.

They'll find you down here for sure.

And when they do, they'll eat you alive.

No!

We got to get you out of here! Come on!

Oh, no! Wait! I forgot! The toxic radiation!

Hey, wait. We can use this box.

There we go. That should keep you protected from the toxins.

But I can't see nothing.

Believe me, Butters, you don't want to see what's up there.

Now, come on. I'll guide you to a safer location.

There you go. Two more steps and you're at the top.

Good. Are we out in the destruction?

Yes.

There's nothing but smoldering bodies all around you, burnt-out buildings, and what used to be our town.

Oh, man. All right. This way, Butters.

Just follow the sound of my voice.

Right now we're walking by what used to be people's houses, now just smoldering, burnt piles of rubble.

Oh. Oh, it's terrible.

We're coming now to the crater where the meteor hit...

A hole in the earth over two miles in diameter.

Here we are at the old gas station.

It survived a lot of the impact. We might be safe here.

Bragh-agh-agh-agh-agh! Oh, my God!

What?

It's a cannibal! Stay back, cannibal!

Bragh-agh-agh-agh-bragh!

I've got to fight them off!

Stay away from Butters! He's humanity's last hope!

Bragh-agh-agh-agh-agh! Bragh-agh-agh-agh-agh!

He bit me!

He bit off my hand!

Oh, God! He's eating my hand like a piece of chicken!

Can you hear the bones cr*ck? Agh-nagh-nagh!

Agh-nagh-nagh-Nagh!

Wait! Look here!

There's a dead body with an a* in the back!

I'll pull out the a* and use it to cut off the cannibal's head!

Bragh-agh!

Die!

Ooh! What happened? What happened?!

The cannibal...

The cannibal is dead, Butters.

But he bit me, which means soon I will have a thirst for human flesh as well. Oh, no!

We have no choice, Butters.

We have to lock you away where even I can't get to you.

W-Where?

Look. There's an old refrigerator.

Get inside, Butters!

I'll break off the handle so nobody can get to you.

Are you coming?

It's too late for me.

I can already feel my body start to change.

No! Must fight it!

Don't open this door for anybody, Butters.

No matter what you hear, stay inside for four days.

Here's some water and food from the shelter.

Eric, you're the best friend in the whole world.

I... I love you.

I love you, too, man.

I just... Oh! You look so delicious!

Must eat your brains!

It's Wednesday! It's Wednesday!

Only three more days to Casa Bonita.

I'm gonna go through Black Bart's cave first.

No. I'm gonna watch the cliff divers first.

Maybe if I tell 'em it's my birthday, they'll let me cliff-dive into the pool.

Oh, that would be so badass.

Finally I can breathe the...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. The meteor took out everything!

It's all destroyed.

Nothing left.

Hello?

Are there any... Are there any other survivors?

Hello?

Oh, that must have been where the library was.

And that was probably the school.

Hello?

Oh, I forgot.

I got to watch out for radioactive cannibals.

Is that a cannibal?

Sir? Ma'am?

It's a little dog.

Well, hello there, Mr. Dog.

Looks like you and me are the only ones that survived.

We should stick together, huh, Mr. Dog?

Well, come on.

We got to start cleaning up this mess and rebuilding civilization.

Boy, that meteor sure did make everything stinky.

We're on our way to Casa Boni-ta.

We're gonna be there very soon.

You are gonna love Casa Bonita, Stan.

There's this part where you can dress up in old Western clothes and get your photo taken in a fake jail.

Really? Yeah. It's pretty cool.

"Pretty cool"?

So should we go to Black Bart's cave first or watch the puppet show?

I think we should go through Black Bart's cave right away

'cause we're gonna want to do it seven or eight times.

Then we'll watch the cliff divers before the puppet show.

Dude, it's Kyle's birthday.

We should do whatever he wants to do.

What? f*ck Kyle.

Ha ha. J-Just kidding! Birthday joke.

Of course we do whatever Kyle wants.

Happy birthday, Kyle.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy...

Birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Kyle.

Happy birthday to you.

You take away the biggest part of me.

Oh, baby, please don't go.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, girl I just have to find my senses.

Hello?

Who are you? Are you infected?

With what?

You're not a cannibal, are you?

No.

Oh. Oh, good.

You're a survivor, like me.

Look, Mr. Dog. Another survivor.

And it's a lady, too.

That means we can repopulate the earth. Yippee!

Kid, what are you doing here?

I'm rebuilding society.

Here. Take a look.

This is the library. And over here is the bank.

That over there I'm thinking of making into a P.F. Chang's or a Bennigan's.

And this is a memorial to Eric Cartman, the person who gave his life so that I could rebuild society.

Well, ma'am, I guess we should start repopulating the earth, huh?

I'm ready whenever you are.

Kid, I don't know what you think is going on, but this place is a dump.

Hey! That's not very nice.

This is my first society. I'm doing my best.

No. I mean you're at the garbage dump.

Town is right over there, everybody is fine, and I think they've been looking for you for over a week.

Ma'am, can I use your phone?

We're here! We're here!

Casa Bonita!

Oh, man! This is gonna be so great!

Wait up, Eric. We need to stay together.

Hold on, boys.

That's my cellphone.

Hello?

Yes.

That's great!

Boys, they found Butters. He's okay!

Oh, awesome. I knew he'd turn up.

Yes, Eric Cartman is with us. Why?

Oh, really? What?

Yes, I will certainly let him know.

Thank you.

Well, it appears that Eric here is responsible for Butters missing because he wanted to go to Casa Bonita.

What?

Eric, the South Park police are already on their way here to have a little talk with you.

But... Casa Bonita.

I should have known better.

You never cared about my birthday at all.

But I... But...

Stand back!

Cartman, stop it.

I am going to Casa Bonita.

It's too late, fat-ass.

They'll be here in less than a minute.

Less than a minute. Less than a minute!

Cartman!

Oh, awesome!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Can I just eat some of your... Thank you. Thank you.

Okay. Oh! Got to get to Black Bart's cave!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Coming through. Black Bart's cave.

Oh! Oh, scary! Look! A skeleton!

Oh, man, I'm so scared.

Oh, that was awesome. Oh! Cliff divers!

Come on! Come on! Dive!

Dive, assh*le!

Oh, awesome! That was cool, huh?

Come on. Come on.

Sopaipillas!

Can I get some sopaipillas, please?!

Sweet.

Oh! Ooh! Puppet show! Puppet show!

Cartman! Aah!

All right, kid. End of the line.

Yes!

Jesus Christ!

Well, kid, you made an entire town panic, you lost all your friends, and now you're going to juvenile hall for a week.

Was it worth it?

Totally.