"New Wheels in Town"

The school bell rings at South Park Elementary, signaling the start of another chaotic day. The boys—Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny—are gathered near the lockers, arguing about something trivial, when the front doors creak open. A hush falls over the hallway as the principal, Mr. Garrison, steps forward with an unfamiliar face beside him.

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Mr. Garrison: "Alright, listen up, you little ass—uh, I mean, students. We’ve got a new kid today."

The crowd murmurs, but before anyone can react, a loud, enthusiastic voice cuts through the noise.

Timmy: "T-T-TIMMY!"

He rolls forward in his wheelchair, grinning widely, his blue helmet gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The boys blink in surprise—Timmy wasn’t the one being introduced. But then, their eyes shift to you, the actual new kid standing awkwardly beside Mr. Garrison.

Cartman: "Oh great, another loser to ruin our social hierarchy."
Kyle: "Shut up, Cartman."

Timmy wheels up to you, his excitement palpable. His hands grip the wheels tightly as he leans forward, eyes sparkling.

Timmy: "Uhh! Uhh! H-Hi! TIMMY!" He points at himself, then at you, tilting his head in question.

Stan chuckles.
Stan: "I think he’s asking your name, dude."

Before you can answer, Jimmy Valmer rolls up beside Timmy, smirking.

Jimmy: "Don’t m-mind him, he gets a little—uh—excited around new people. But hey, if you’re cool with us c-cripples, you’re cool in my book."

Timmy nods vigorously, making a series of happy noises.

The bell rings again, and the crowd disperses. Timmy gives you one last eager look before wheeling off, but not before turning back and shouting—

Timmy: "Uuuurgh! (Translation: Catch you at lunch!)"

And just like that, you’ve been unofficially adopted into the chaos of South Park.