South Park: Imaginationland Page #5

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Reverse the doorway!

Send it back through!

Kyle!

Please! I didn't help the terrorists

get into Imaginationland! Honest!

That is for the Council

of Nine to decide!

Don't worry, kid,

the Council of Nine consists of

some of the most highly-regarded

imaginary characters

in all Imaginationland.

Fellow Council,

these are indeed dark times.

The evil forces amass

at our gates as we speak.

Zeus believes we should evacuate.

Yes. Their power outmatches ours.

If they are giving us a chance

to leave we must take it!

And what say you, Morpheus?

How are we to know

that they will let us go?

Their offer could be a trap.

Perhaps we must flee

to the Temple of Alderon.

Surely they wouldn't chase us there.

No, we can't.

Come on, you guys, this is our home.

We have to fight,

to keep it the way it was meant to be.

I'm with Jesus. The evil characters

aren't going to just us go.

That may be,

Popeye, but we don't have a choice!

Forgive my intrusion,

Council of Nine,

but this boy has infiltrated

from the real world.

Bring him here!

Clear!

I'm sorry. He's gone.

Kyle's... dead?

Damnit. Damnit!

No! Kyle can't die.

I'm sorry, young man.

Kyle?

Well... at least now he doesn't

have to suck anyone's balls.

No!

No, he has a strong heart!

He wants to live!

Come on, Kyle! Come on, buddy!

He's gone, little boy.

Zap him again! Do it!

- Charging.

- Do it!

- Come on buddy. Come on buddy.

- Clear.

Get out of here!

Godamnit Kyle, you never walked away

from anything in your life! Now fight!

Fight! Fight! Right now!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Give him some air.

There, easy. Breathe easy.

He's okay.

He can still suck my balls!

Let's get him some lemon

and some chopsticks, right away!

I believe this child was brought

into Imaginationland for a reason.

Perhaps the Mayor

knew something we don't.

What are you saying, Aslan? That if

we are to take back control, we might-?

Yes. If we are to take back

control from the evil forces,

this little boy might be the key.

Aw, I'm the key?

Could I not be the key, Morpheus?

I don't wanna be the key.

If you ever wanna see

your home again, little boy,

you'll have to rise

to this challenge.

But I, but I'm supposed

to be at school right now,

and instead, I got Snarf and Popeye

and Luke Skywalker all pissed off...

It is a dark time for all of us,

young boy.

But know that if

you believe in yourself,

everything will turn out all right.

Sir? Are you sure about this?

We have no choice.

Terrorists have attacked us

where we are most vulnerable.

There's no other option.

We have to nuke our imagination.

Wake up, Kyle.

Back it up!

Look!

Right there!

See that?

What does that look like to you?

It's ManBearPig!

I told you it was real!

Look again!

There! Half man,

half bear, and half pig!

Do you see it?

Yes, we see it, Mr. Gore.

Something big is going on,

and the American people

need to know what!

I'm off!

The final battle is about to begin.

At this very moment, the evil imaginary

characters are marching toward us.

They come by the thousands.

And they will not rest

until they have killed us all.

- This is gonna be fun, huh?

- Yeah!

And so we prepare

for a battle we cannot win.

Sweet and cuddly

imaginary characters,

many who have never held a weapon,

must now fight for their very lives.

But fight against them, we must.

For darkness cannot

take over Imaginationland.

That my child, is why we need you.

But... I don't...

I really don't think that I can-

With your help on the battlefield,

we have a chance.

Why I'm just a dumb kid!

What can I do?

Young boy,

you have a power here

that you have yet to understand.

He's recovering, but there's

been some trauma to his brain.

The boy says he's been

hearing imaginary voices.

Hello?

Hello? Anybody?

Stan?

Hello?

Stan?

Good morning, Kyle.

How are we feeling?

- Cartman, what's happened?

- What's happened?

Well, let's see:

You bet me that I couldn't

prove leprechauns were real.

And if I could prove it,

you had to suck my balls, I believe.

No, I mean what happened

at the Pentagon?

You just rest, Kyle.

Look what I made for you. A sundae.

It has hot fudge and whipped

cream and a cherry- but...

I feel like something is missing;

don't you, Kyle?

What else belongs on a sundae besides

hot fudge and whipped cream, let's see.

Hot fudge, whipped cream,

what else belongs on a sundae, Kyle?

What else goes on a sundae besides

hot fudge, whipped cream, and...

Oh, that's right!

My balls!

Cartman, what is going on out there?

What happened to Stan?

Oh, he got sucked through that portal

thing and they're gonna nuke it now.

So are you all set for

your big photo shoot, Kyle?

Wait, what do you mean?

Stan's in danger?

Don't try to change

the subject, Kyle.

You've done a really good

job of trying to get out of this bet,

but it's finally time to settle.

Get ready for your sundae, Kyle.

With extra nuts.

Aslan, the evil characters

are almost here!

Get everyone to the battlefield!

Defend the castle walls!

Quickly young boy,

we need your powers now!

What powers? I don't understand.

You are real. You are a creator.

That means you can imagine

things into existence here.

I... I can?

Santa Claus was killed

in the terrorist attack.

The first thing we need

is for you to bring him back.

- How?

- You just have to focus your mind.

Imagine Santa and nothing else.

How am I supposed to focus

with all this crap going on?

Think only of one thing.

Imagine it. Believe in it.

Whatever is most prominent

in your mind will come to be.

Butters!

You are grounded, mister!

You hear me?

Grounded!

No, nonono, no no no!

What are you doing? We need Santa!

I'm trying!

Come on, kid, imagine Santa!

Believe in Santa!

You must believe in Santa!

Believe in Santa! Right now!

Kevin, can I get some more

bounce off that too, 'kay?

Let's just go with a 5 6 8 split.

Cartman, will you shut up?

I'm trying to find out what's going on.

A new terrorist attack

seems to have taken place.

This time, in our imagination.

Al Gore brought this video

to the public's attention,

sparking demands by everyone who

wants to know exactly what's going on.

We were hoping to keep this quiet

until it was all over, but,

two days ago there was a terrorist

attack on our imagination,

and now our imaginations

are running wild.

Our imaginations are running

wild and we weren't told?

By attacking our imagination

the terrorists have found

our most vulnerable spot.

And we've determined

that the best course of action

is to nuke our imagination.

Is nuking our imagination

really prudent?

Aren't there other, more peaceful ways

to get our imagination under control?

Couldn't we trying sending Kurt Russell

into a portal to our imagination and-

We tried that! And Kurt Russell

was raped by Christmas Critters!

A-ooch.

The Pentagon claims that because

imaginary things are not real,

the military doesn't need

Senate approval to nuke them.

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