Mr. Hankey, The Christmas Poo

[The kids are gathered on stage at one end of South Park Elementary's gym] Class: We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year! Stan: [steps forth from the choir and heads towards center stage] Lights, please. [The lights dim. He steps into the spotlight and quotes from the Gospel of Luke (2:8-11,14)] And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And lo, an angel of the Lord came upon them, and they were sore afraid, and the angel said unto them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, for born unto you this day in the city of...David is the Savior, Jesus Christ, the Lord. Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, goodwill towards men' And now, South Park Elementary presents the Birth of Jesus [Stan steps aside while presenting the Nativity scene. The curtains open, and nine students stand in and around the grotto. Kenny is the angel floating above the manger, Wendy is Mary, about to give birth; Kyle is Joseph, ready to receive Jesus; Cartman is one of the three shepherds on the left side of the stage, and three Wise Men stand on the right side. Wendy is simulating birth pangs.] Wendy: Unh [labored breathing] Oh! Kyle: Come on, Mary! Push! Wendy: Aaaah! Kyle: I can see its head! Wendy: UUuuhh-UUuuhh [a doll pops out beside Mary and flips through the air. Joseph catches it] Kyle: It's a boy! [unfortunately, he's now holding the doll wrong] Cartman: Oohhhh! Kenny: (Kyle has Jesus' head instead!) Mr. Garrison: Wait a minute, wait, wait, wait, Kyle, what the hell was that? You need to hold the baby by the legs, not by the head. What kind of sick weirdo are you? Kyle: ...Sorry Mr. Garrison: And Wendy, I'm still not believing the labor pains. Wendy: Okay Sheila: [approaching Mr. Garrison] Mr. Garrison, what the hell do you think you're doing?! Mr. Garrison: Well, I'm trying to direct the school Christmas play, but your son was holding the baby Jesus fetus by the head [shot of Mary and Joseph looking at the argument] Sheila: How dare you include the Nativity in a school play? Don't you realize my son is Jewish?! [another shot. Kyle's head drops] Mr. Garrison: ...So? Sheila: So what makes you think he should play Joseph of Arimathea? Mr. Garrison: Because it's Christmas??? Sheila: Our family doesn't celebrate Christmas. [the kids gasp] Mr. Garrison: Ogod, you're not gonna lay that Channukah crap on me, are you? Sheila: Whatwhatwhaaat?!? You're not going to get away with this, Mr. Garrison!! Cartman: Oh dude! Kyle's mom is here to ruin Christmas! Kyle: [shoots back] Shut up, fat boy! Cartman: I'm not fat, I'm festively plump. Stan: Why are you Jewish on Christmas, Kyle? Mr. Garrison: O-kay! Kyle, is there anything you can do for the Christmas play that isn't related to Jesus? Sheila: How about the dreidl song, bubbe? Kyle: I can sing the Mr. Hankey song... Mr. Garrison: The Mr. Hankey song-how does that go? Kyle: Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo he loves me and I love y- Stan: Christmas Poo? Cartman: What the hell is Christmas Poo? Kyle: Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo. Haven't you guys ever heard of it? Sheila: Kyle, that is enough! Mr. Garrison: See, that's what you get when you raise your child to be a pagan. Sheila: Now that does it! I'm going straight to the mayor about you, Mr Garrison. Mr. Garrison: [interrupting and following her] Oh wait wait wait. Was it the pagan remark? Wendy: [getting up] You guys, look! It's snowing! [snow is seen through a window. The kids step out of costume and rush out of school to take advantage of this opportunity, cheering all the way.] [In the school playground] Stan: Whoa, Christmas snow! Wendy: Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue [A soft instrumental starts up] It's fun. [The kids shuffle back and forth catching snowflakes. When Kenny looks up an eagle passes overhead and dumps a load - right on Kenny's face.] Kenny: Ptui. [Cartman is watching with glee] Stan: That was sick, dude! Cartman: [seeing Kyle lolling for a snowflake] Hey! [Kyle is taken aback] What the hell are you doing? Jewish people can't eat Christmas snow! Kyle: We can, too! Stan: ...nnnaw I think it's against the law, dude. Kyle: Officer Barbrady! Officer Barbrady: What? [a car screeches to a halt as he raises his arm] Kyle: Is it illegal for Jewish people to eat Christmas snow? Officer Barbrady: [after a long pause] Yyess. Kyle: Damnit! Stan: Hey come on guys. We have to go to the mall and tell Santa Claus what we want for Christmas. Cartman: Yeah. We'll see you later, Kyle. Guess there's no reason for you to come, since you don't get Christmas presents. Kyle: No. But I get Channukah presents for eight days. Cartman: Too bad it's usually a dreidel or something lame like that. Stan: We'll catch up with you later, Kyle. [walks off with Wendy and the others] Kyle: Wait! I may not have Santa, but I do have Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo. Stan: Wha-what is this about Christmas Poo, dude? Kyle: Mr. Hankey. He comes out of the toilet every year and gives presents to everybody who has a lot of fiber in their diet. Cartman: Uh, Kyle? Come on, seriously? You are really reaching right now. Kyle: Well! You're gonna be sorry when you see me riding around on Santa's sleigh with Mr. Hankey, fatass! Cartman: You're not gonna ride on Santa's sleigh 'cause you're a Jew, Kyle. [turns left and walks away] Stan: See you around, dude. [follows Cartman away] [Kyle is left alone in the playground as winds howl around him. The camera zooms in on him as the intro to his song plays] Kyle: It's hard to be a Jew on Christmas My friends won't let me join in any games And I can't sing Christmas songs or decorate a Christmas tree or leave water out for Rudolph 'cause there's something wrong with me My people don't believe in Jesus Christ's divinity I'm a Jew A lonely Jew On Christmas [He walks away, then peeks at the mall from behind a tree. Stan is on Santa's lap while Cartman and Kenny wait in line, now forming on Santa's left] Channukah is nice, but why is it That Santa passes over my house every year? And instead of eating ham I have to eat kosher latke Instead of Silent Night I'm singing huhash dogavish And what the fuck is up with lighting all these fucking candles, tell me please? I'm a Jew A lonely Jew I'd be merry But I'm Hebrew On Christ-maas [He walks down the road, past a Toy Shoppe and a stand of Christmas trees. The camera pulls back as he walks out of view.] [Outside City Hall a crowd gathers] The Mayor: Ahem. Okay everybody, settle down. Large woman: Mayor, we are deeply offended by the Nativity scene in front of the capital office. Church and State are separate! Some men: No! Wrong! Kyle: [appearing among his friends] What's going on, you guys? Stan: The whole town's pissed off at each other. It's really sweet. Sheila: That isn't all, Mayor! The school play is doing a Nativity scene! It isn't being sensitive to the Jewish community! Mr. Garrison: You are the Jewish community! Crowd: Yeah! Yeah! Cartman: Oh, boy! Superbitch is at it again! Kyle: Don't call my mom a bitch, Cartman! Priest: Mayor, the Nativity is what Christmas is all about. If you remove Christ, you must remove Santa and Frosty and all of that garbage, too! [the crowd cheers] Woman: Hallelujah! Man: Amen! Tree hugger: And we must put a stop to the cutting down of Christmas trees! Man 1: Raah! Man 2: Give me a break! Uncle Jimbo: And I'm sick and tired of those little flaps on coffee lids. If you don't want to spill your coffee, you shouldn't be driving with it. Crowd: [processes Jimbo's words, then] Yeah! Yeah! The Mayor: Okay, people, we clearly need to reach a compromise. Perhaps we need a new icon for Christmas. Assistant 1: Oooo, brilliant idea, Mayor! [the crowd mulls over the suggestion] Kyle: Hey! How about Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo? The Mayor: Ex-cuse me? Kyle: Mr. Hankey. He comes out of the toilet every year and gives presents to everybody who has a lot of fiber in their diet. Sheila: Kyle! Sshhh! Kyle: It's true. He doesn't care what faith you are. Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo he loves me and I love you Therefore, vicariously he loves you Even if- Cartman: [stopping Kyle] Never mind him. He's a very disturbed little boy. Kenny: (Kyle's crazy!) Stan: Yeah. Sheila: Okay, Kyle, we're leaving right nowww. [she drags him away] Kyle: Wait... The Mayor: Anyway, I'll put together a crack team of my best workers to make sure this'll be the most non-offensive Christmas ever - to any religious or minority group of any kind. Are there any other suggestions? [Mr. Garrison raises his and] Yyes, Mr. Garrison. Mr. Garrison: Can we get rid of all the Mexicans? The Mayor: [Looks back, then] No, Mr. Garrison, we cannot get rid of all the Mexicans Mr. Garrison: Rats! [Kyle's house, the living room. Ike opens up his present - a dreidel. He gives it a spin. The camera pans to the right and stops at Kyle and his dad] Gerald: It is sick and disgusting, and we simply will not have it! Sheila: [popping out behind Gerald] Your father's right, Kyle. Gerald: Sheila, let me handle this. Having imaginary friends is fine, Kyle, but this simply will not do! Sheila: [popping out again] Listen to your father, Kyle. [The dreidel has gone off to the right, and Ike goes after it, bumping into the coffee table. The Channukah menorah on it (day 6) falls on Ike, and he begins to burn] Gerald: Now, I want you to repeat after me: 'There is no such thing as Mr. Hankey' Kyle: But dad, he always sh... Gerald: Say it! Kyle: There's no such thing as Mr. Hankey. Gerald: Again! Kyle: There's no such thing as Mr. Hankey. Sheila: [popping out again] This is for your own good, bubbe. Gerald: Now, you go brush your teeth and march into bed! You won't be opening your Channukah present tonight! Kyle: [softly, under his breath] Probably just another stupid dreidel anyway. Gerald: What did you say?! Kyle: [entering his room] I said Ike's on fire! Ike: Oh oh. On flame? Oh oh. On flame? Sheila: Oh my God! [Gerald quickly smothers Ike with a blanket to douse the flames] [Kyle's house, the bathroom. He is brushing his teeth] Kyle: It isn't fair! I don't want to be an outcast! Voice: [echoing from the toilet] Kyle. Kyle: [faces the toilet, then returns to brushing his teeth] I'm not hearing that. Voice: Kyle. Kyle: [Hops down and goes to the toilet, then looks into it] Mr. Hankey? Mr. Hankey: [Pops up and makes his entrance with white gloves and red elf cap] Howwwwdy-hoooo. [jumps onto the sink] Howdy-ho, Kyle. Gosh, you're looking swell. Kyle: [now wary] Go away, Mr. Hankey. Mr. Hankey: [speaking rather slowly] You know something, Kyle? You smell an awful lot like flowers. Kyle: I said go away! My father said you aren't real. Mr. Hankey: Not real? Well shucks. If I weren't real, could I sing this jolly Christmas song? [His begins to sing. As he does so, he skips around the room and leaves bits of poo behind] Santa Claus is on his way He's loaded goodies on his sleigh To drop them off on Christmas Day'' And I'll say 'Howdy-ho' Kyle: Mr. Hankey! Sshhhh! I'll get in trouble. Mr. Hankey: Folks'll gather round the fire sing a song, stroll the choir Pretty song they'll all retire And I'll say 'Howdy-ho' [He leaves 'NOEL' on the vanity mirror] Gerald: [knocks] Kyle, what are you doing in there? Kyle: Nothing. Gerald: [knocks] Open this door! Mr. Hankey: I hope that Santa comes real soon I've been waiting for some we... Kyle: Mr. Hankey, come here. [grabs and muffles him, and turns as Gerald opens the door. Gerald sees a bathroom smeared with feces everywhere, and a boy facing him holding a big piece of it in his left hand. He gasps and remains speechless, then] Gerald: KYLE! Kyle: [Throttles the poo] Say something, Mr. Hankey! [It falls over, and Kyle looks forsaken] [Kyle's bedroom. Kyle is now in bed] Gerald: Now, you get to sleep, and think about how your poor mother has to clean that bathroom up! Sheila: Whatwhatwhaaat?! Me?! [Gerald looks towards his room and quickly closes the door.] Mr. Hankey: [now on Kyle's comforter] Howdy-ho! Kyle: Mr. Hankey! Where the hell did you go? Mr. Hankey: You should be wearing socks to sleep, Kyle. You're gonna catch a cold. Kyle: Nobody believes in you, not even my friends. Mr. Hankey: Aw, gee, that's too bad. Kyle: Hey! How about you come to school with me tomorrow, so I can at least prove I'm not crazy to my friends. Mr. Hankey: Say, that sounds like a swell idea. We can show everyone the true spirit of Christmas. Kyle: Yeah! We'll show them! [smiles, pleased with the idea] [Downtown South Park] The Mayor: Okay, people, we've got to turn this place around! Take down anything that is offensive to any specific group! [The crowd sets about dismantling the decorations. A man removes Santa's head from his sleigh and tosses it onto the street] Uncle Jimbo: [calling forth from Jimbo's Guns] Is mistletoe offensive? The Mayor: Is anyone offended by mistletoe? [a man raises his hand] Lose the mistletoe! [Jimbo clips it off] [Bus stop] Stan: You guys! I'm getting that John Elway football helmet for Christmas! Cartman: How do you know? Stan: 'Cause I looked in my parents' closet last night. Cartman: Yeah? Well I sneaked around my mom's closet too, and saw what I'm getting. The Ultravibe Pleasure 2000. Stan: What's that? Cartman: I don't know, but it sounds pretty sweet. Kyle: [arriving] Hello, everybodyyy. Stan: What's in the box, dude? Kyle: It's a surprise. Cartman: Let me see! [the boys gather around the box] Kyle: O-Okay. But don't scare him... [A shot of what Mr. Hankey sees as Stan pops the lid open, then a top-down view as the poo is shown in all its glory. Cartman and Stan blink] Stan: [angrily] Dude, sick!!! [Kyle looks down at his poo] Cartman: Is this some kind of Jewish tradition? Kenny: (That is the sickest thing I have ever fucking seen!) Kyle: Wait! You guys! He's alive! [jostles the box] Stan: Kyle, I think you'd better get home and get some sleep. Kyle: [shaking the box now] Come on, dance! Daaance! Dance, damn you!! [Research Center] Researcher: [before at least six subjects] Now this is very simple. I'm going to say words and the computer will measure how offended you are by them. In this way we can find out which words are least offensive for use in the holiday season. Are we ready? [the group looks back] Here we go: Christ [two responses] Hm. Okay. Cherub. [no response] Hm... Camel [one response] Hm. Sad. [no response] Stupid Wop Dago. [all respond] Bench... [South Park Elementary, the school gym. The janitors are clearing out the decorations] Mr. Garrison: Aw, do you have to take away the Christmas tree, too? Janitor 2: Mayor's orders. Mr. Garrison: Okay, children, I'm really having a hard time with our Christmas play. The new law states we can't sing any songs having to do with Jesus or Santa Claus. Cartman: Thanks to Kyle's mother. Kyle: Shut up, Cartman! Mr. Garrison: So does anybody know any non-Santa or non-Jesus Christmas songs. [Cartman raises his hand] Yes, Eric? Cartman: How about we sing "Kyle's Mom is a Stupid Bitch", in D minor. Kyle: I told you not to call my mom a bitch, Cartman! Cartman: O-ho. Weeeeeeeeeellll Kyle's mom is a bitch, she's a big fat bitch, she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world She a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch, she's a bitch to all the boys and girls. Kyle: Shut up, Cartman! Mr. Hankey: [popping up to life] Howdy-ho! Kyle: [hushed] Mr. Hankey. Cartman: Monday she's a bitch, on Tuesday she's a bitch, on Wednesday to Saturday she's a bitch Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a super King Kamehameha bi-atch! [the class is clapping gleefully by now] Mr. Hankey: [while Kyle looks at Cartman with ire] Golly, that isn't very nice. [Kyle turns to hear him] I'd sure like to teach him a lesson. Cartman: [Mr Garrison joins in the clapping, but he's off the beat] Have you ever met my friend Kyle's mom? She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world. She's a mean ole bitch 'cause she has stupid hair, she a bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch she's a stupid bitch! Kyle's mom's a bitch and she's just a dirty bitch! KYLE'S MOOOM IS A - BI-I-I-ITCH - aahh. Kyle: Mr. Hankey, no! Mr. Hankey: Mmmrrr-aaarrrggghhh!!! [attacks Cartman] Mr. Garrison: What the... [the poo is now on the floor, and the class gasps] Cartman: Gross, Kyle! Mr. Garrison: Oh my lord, Kyle, did you just throw doodoo at Eric? Kyle: Uuuuuuhh... Cartman: YOU SICK BASTARD! [snickers are heard] [The counselor's office, the window showing silhouettes of Stan and Mr. Mackey. Another student waits outside.] Mr. Mackey: Now, uh, Kyle, as your school counselor, uh I want to try and help you confront your problems, 'kay? Kyle: I don't have a problem. Mr. Mackey: Well it-it's my understanding that you umhm, yu-you have an acute case of fecophilia. Kyle: What's that? Mr. Mackey: Well-uh, a fecophiliac is somebody who's obsessed with mookie-stinks, Kyle. Kyle: Mookie-stinks? Mr. Mackey: Now I also understand that you're Jewish. Is that right, Kyle? Kyle: Wull, not on purpose. Mr. Mackey: So this must be a pretty hard time of year for you, being Christmas and all. Do the other kids make fun of ya? Kyle: Well, sometimes... Mr. Mackey: And that must make you mad. Kyle: Well sure. Mr. Mackey: Mad enough to kill, Kyle??? [looks at him up close] Kyle: No, dude! Mr. Mackey: Oh that's good. You see, Kyle, sometimes we feel like an outsider, we-we create friends, Okay-in our minds, Okay? Kyle: But Mr. Hankey seemed so real... Mr. Mackey: Well of course he does; in your screwed-up little head he's the only friend you have. [sips from his coffee cup] Mr. Hankey: [now bathing in the cup] Kyle! [Kyle lowers his head] Howdy-ho. [Kyle is shocked] Mr. Mackey: Right now you're nuttier than Chinese chicken salad, mkay-I mean, you're one screwed-up little kid do you understand? [Kyle looks back up in horror at the counselor, who takes another sip of coffee. Kyle closes his eyes in dread anticipation] Mr. Hankey: [still bathing in the counselor's coffee] Santa's loaded up his sleigh flying around his merry way... Mr. Mackey: To try and stay positive stay away from drug and alcohol, and in the meantime I'm gonna put you on a heavy regimen of Prozac [notices his cup and gasps. A piece of poo is floating around in it] Uuuuuuugghh-oh my God, you sick little monkey! [Kyle's mouth is twisted with chagrin] [South Park Elementary, the school gym. Christmas lights are still hanging and lit] Mr. Garrison: Okay, children, we've just received word from the mayor that the Christmas play can't include any Christmas lights, since they offend people with epilepsy... Students: Hhmm Mr. Garrison: ...so Kenny, would you please go over and pull the lights cords out of the wall? [a low faucet is dripping next to the outlet, creating a puddle that goes past it. The class looks at the sight, then Kenny goes over...] Careful now, Kenny, those are very, very dangerous. [Kenny tugs at the cords and they come out. He looks at the class, then walks back to his spot] Okay. Now let's practice our... [The counselor rushes in, followed by Kyle] Mr. Mackey: No! Get away from me! Kyle: Here. Just look more closely at it. Mr. Mackey: No! Go away! Stan, you need to do something about your friend, mkay. Get him out of here before he hurts anybody! Mkay? [South Park Mental House] Stan: Hullo, we need to commit our friend, Kyle please. Nurse: Reason? Kyle: I'm a clinically depressed fecophiliac on Prozac. Nurse: Any allergies? Kyle: No. Nurse: Jacket! [two burly men come out through the doors on either side of the nurse and wrap Kyle up, then take him inside, chattering all the while] Cartman: Bye, Kyle! Happy Channukah! [South Park Elementary, the school gym.] Mr. Garrison: Okay, children, does eveyone have their leotards on? [they do, and just look back. The camera now looks out to the audience] Artsy Man: Good, it looks like they have taken the Christmas trees down. His Date: Yes, and there's nothing Christian, either. This should be great! Sheila: Oh, this could be such a wonderful Christmas play - I wish our little Kyle was here to see it [now sobbing] [South Park Mental House] Kyle: Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made you out of clay Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with dreidel I will play Second verse, same as the first Dreidel, dreidel, dreidelll-I ma... [South Park Elementary, the school gym. The MC is on stage] MC: Welcome to the South Park Elementary Holiday... Man 1: [pointing] Wait, wait, there's a star above the stage. That's very offensive to non-Christians. Uncle Jimbo: Oh, come on! Man 1: Hey! Don't put your beliefs on me, buddy! Randy Marsh I agree. Mr. Garrison: [peeking through the curtain] Oh brother. [steps back] Kenny, would you please climb that ladder and take down the star above the stage? [Kenny approaches the ladder and starts climbing] And be careful not to fall in that little pool below you, Kenny, the shark for the third act is in there. Kenny: [Looks down at the pool] (Hunh?) [looks back at Mr. Garrison.] MC: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the South Park Elementary Holiday Experience. Before we bring out the kiddies for the play, here's a non-offensive, non-denominational holiday song by the school chef. Chef: I'm gonna lay you down by the Yule log I'm gonna love you right Baby, I'm gonna deck your halls And silence your nights [Kenny reaches the star and makes sure he's safe] You'll hear the herald angels sing When I'm sliding off your bra I just can't wait to jingle your bells and falala your love... Stan: [You can break my heart, and that means] I wish Kyle was here. It just doesn't seem right without him. Cartman: [We should make love] Well. Ol' Kyle's gonna be locked up for a while, so get used to it. Mr. Garrison: ['Cause if we don't-] Okay, kids, get ready to take your places. MC: [as the crowd cheers] Thank you, Chef! Kenny: [finally descends in one piece with the star] (Phew!) MC: And now, South Park Elementary presents the happy, non-offensive, non-denominational Christmas Play, with music and lyrics by New York minimalist composer, Philip Glass! [Philip Glass moves into position and start playing his keyboards. The curtains draw back, and the kids look out at the audience. They begin to move around] Voice-over: As I turn and look into the sun, the rays burn my eyes [a track saying "Happy Happy Happy, Everybody Happy" is added, along with an arpeggio. Members of the audience look confused] How like a turtle the sun looks. Sheila: What the hell is this??? [The kids just keep moving and turning] This is horrible!!! Priest: This is the most God-awful piece of crap I've ever seen!! Mr. Garrison: You're the ones who made it this way! Priest: Yeah, it's because the Jews said it couldn't be Christian. [without a nativity scene, how could it be Christian?] Gerald: It wasn't our idea to take out Santa Claus! [that was the priest's idea.] Elderly Tree Hugger: All you bastards ruined Christmas! [the crowd descends into brawling. A person in blue is thrown towards the stage. The Broflovskis trap the priest] Gerald: Get him in the ribs! [Sheila punches the priest] Priest: Oof. Man in audience: [picking up the elderly tree hugger] Damn tree hugger! [tosses him away] Stan: This sucks, dude. This is like the worst Christmas I have ever seen. Wendy: Yeah. Chef: [now on stage behind the children] Say, where's Kyle? Stan: We committed him. Chef: What? Why? Cartman: 'Cause. He kept seeing this little brown piece of Christmas poo everywhere that he went. [...and everywhere that Kyle went the poo was sure to go] Chef: Chirstmas poo? You yuh-you mean Mr. Hankey. Stan: Huh?! O-oh. [The crowd continues to brawl. Sheila uses a chair on her husband, who quickly falls to the floor. She watches him fall] [Mr. Hankey Commercial] [Back at the gym. The man in blue is thrown from his post for the third time - an obvious blooper, as the Broflovskis have the priest trapped again] Stan: This is horrible! Everybody's fighting and my best friend is in an institution, all because we didn't believe in Mr. Hankey! Chef: Well! You can believe in him now. [a woman backs up across the stage as a man flies towards her. The crowd is more violent now] Woman: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH Stan: I believe. [a piano begins to play softly] Wendy: I believe in Mr. Hankey. [A shoebox at one side of the stage starts to jump, and the lid pops off. Mr. Hankey jumps up and floats in the air, surrounded by pixie dust] Mr. Hankey: Hoooowwwwwdy-ho!!! [all on stage gasp] Howdy, folks. Gosh you sure do smell all nice and flowery. Cartman, Stan: Whoa!! Mr. Hankey: Howdy-ho, Chef! Chef: Howdy-ho, Mr. Hankey! Cartman: Okay, that does it! Screw this, I'm goin home! [moving towards stage left] Talking poo is where I draw the line! Mr. Hankey: What's all the ruckus? Chef: I'm glad you're here, Mr. Hankey. The whole town is about to kill each other. Mr. Hankey: I reckon this could be a job for Mr. Hankey! [he sees the crowd fighting and whistles. They stop and turn to see him] STOP FIGHTING!! The Mayor: Oh my God, what the hell is that thing? Mr. Hankey: Come on, gang, don't fight. You people focus so hard on the things wrong with Christmas that you've forgotten what's so right about it. Don't you see? This is the one time of year we're s'posed to forget all the bad stuff, to stop worrying and being sad about the state of the world, and for just one day say, "Aw, the heck with it! Let's sing and dance and bake cookies" [the priest finally gets up from the floor] [A single person begins to clap, and the crowd turns to see that the person clapping is Gerald. Then others start clapping and the town begins to cheer. Mr. Hankey is overjoyed at the response] Stan: Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here. [South Park Mental House. Kyle sits on the floor of a padded room] Kyle: I'm a Jew A lonely Jew... Mr. Hankey: Howdy-ho, Kyle!!! Kyle: [thinking it's a hallucination] Oh no, I'm not sane yet! Mr. Hankey: I brought some friends with me. Kyle: Friends? [gets up and looks lout a small window. He sees all the townsfolk and smiles, relieved] Townsfolk: Merry Christmas, Kyle Broflovski!!! Kyle: You mean you can see him? Ah-I'm not crazy? [the nurse releases him and he rushes out the door. Mr. Hankey follows] Townsfolk: Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo [kisses Kyle] he loves me and I love you Therefore, vicariously he loves you [begins tossing presents to everyone] Even if you're a Jew Mr. Pirrip: Sometimes he's nutty, sometimes he's corny, he can be brown or greenish-brown But if you eat fiber on Christmas Eve, he might come to your town Townsfolk: Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo He loves me. I love you Heeeeeeee Looooooves Yoooooouu! Mr. Hankey: [during the second chorus] Well, I've got a loong night ahead of me. Bye-bye and Merry Christmas [floats up to meet Santa as he passes by] Cartman: Good-bye Mr. Hankey! Bring me lots of presents! I always believed in you! Santa: Howdy-ho ho ho! Stan: You know, I learned something today. I learned that Jewish people are okay. And that...Channukah can be cool, too. Kyle: Yeah...[concerned] You know, it seems like something's still not right. [camera pans to Kenny] Cartman: Yeah, something feels...unfinished [drum roll] Stan: Wh-what could it be? [the drum roll heads for a climax] THE END Kenny: (Yee he hee!) [end credits roll] [South Park Public Access. A light is on] Jesus: [on the Jesus and Pals set alone] Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me... [blows out the candle on his cake and ends up in the dark. He blinks. Credits resume rolling]