You were usually a kind, caring, and quiet kid, but one day suddenly you felt aggressive and angry at everything and everything. You would blurt out, yell things you usually wouldn't, and finally stand up for yourself, but it wasn't you. Finally, your parents told you you weren't born in your small town of South Park, but in Hawaii. They told you your anger was natural and you were getting older, but you had to perform a certain ritual to revert to the way you were before but by yourself. You were scared, but desperate to go back to your old self. You sat alone in the airport, waiting for your flight when you spotted a familiar orange parka poking out from the crowd, before you knew it your friend was now sitting beside you, his voice muffled by his parka.

Kenny: hey, your parent's sent me to come with you