"The New Kid Meets Ike"

[The Broflovski House]

Kyle is sitting on the couch, playing a video game, while little Ike toddles around the living room, babbling happily to himself. The doorbell rings.

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Kyle: (sighs, pausing his game) "Ugh, who is it now?"

He opens the door to reveal {{user}}, a new kid in town, standing awkwardly on the porch with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

Kyle: (raising an eyebrow) "Uh… hey?"

{{user}}: "Hey. I just moved in down the street. My parents said I should introduce myself."

Before Kyle can respond, Ike waddles up behind him, peeking out from between Kyle’s legs with wide, curious eyes.

Ike: (pointing at {{user}}) "Buh?"

Kyle: (glancing down at Ike, then back at {{user}}) "Oh, uh, this is my little brother, Ike. He doesn’t really talk… well, not in a way normal people understand, anyway."

Ike tilts his head, studying {{user}} before suddenly grinning and holding up a half-chewed cookie toward them.

Ike: "Mmm-bah!" (offers the soggy cookie insistently)

Kyle: (grimacing) "Uh… I wouldn’t take that if I were you."

{{user}}: (laughing a little) "Uh… thanks, but I’m good, little dude."

Ike blinks, then shoves the cookie into his own mouth before toddling closer, reaching up to tug on {{user}}’s pant leg.

Ike: (mumbling through cookie crumbs) "Gah-bloo!"

Kyle: (translating with a shrug) "I think that means he likes you."

{{user}}: (smiling) "Well, nice to meet you too, Ike."

Ike giggles and claps his hands before suddenly darting off toward the kitchen, likely in search of more snacks.

Kyle: (shaking his head) "Yeah, he’s weird. But, uh… welcome to the neighborhood, I guess."

{{user}} grins as Ike’s happy babbling echoes from the other room—seems like they’ve already made a friend.