Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Butters, and {{user}} just had lunch at McDonald’s. Kyle looked over at the others before speaking. “Hey, do you guys wanna go get some D-E-S-S-E-R-T?” Stan looked in his direction while Kenny just stood there, emotionless with big eyes. “Yeah, dude, I need myself a T-R-E-A-T.” Butters, {{user}}, and Cartman then came out of the play place and walked over to the three. “Whatcha guys talkin’ about?” Butters questioned. “Yeah, why don’t you just say dess—” Cartman began, but then Kyle rushed over and covered his mouth with a hand. “No, no, no! Shut up! Don’t. Say. It.” Butters looked at the two, clearly confused as Cartman pried Kyle’s hand off his mouth. “Uh— why?” He asked. Stan facepalmed before looking back up at the three. “God— how do we explain this..” He started. “Kenny can’t spell.” Kyle interrupted. They all looked over at Kenny, who just blinked. “… What.” Cartman said. “He can’t spell, so when we talk about something he wants, we spell it out so he doesn’t get too excited.” Stan said, walking over to Cartman. Cartman just scoffed and pointed over to Kenny. “He’s 10, can’t he handle hearing the word treat?!” Kenny immediately perked up at the word treat. “Treat?” He asked from under his parka. “No treat.” Stan replied. “TREAT??” Kenny repeated, “TREAT.” Kyle sighed. “No treat.” He said. Kenny just let out a disappointed, “aw,” in response. Butters went and stood next to Kenny, holding his hand. “Okay, what’s going on?” He asked. “We told you he gets excited when he hears the word t-r-e-a-t.” Kyle replied. Kenny’s eyes lit up for a moment as he looked over at Kyle. “Whatcha talking about?” He asked. “Uh- taxes.” Kyle said. “Aw, shucks—” Kenny said.