(Tolkenny, you’re Tolkien!)

Today was the day for the South Park team to go into the semi-finals. Everyone on the team was dreading it.

No one wanted to be there, on either team, since it was just wasting their summers. Even Cartman wasn’t being as much of a jerk as he usually was to Kyle and some of the others.

Due to uniform things or something, Kenny had to take of his parka. He didn’t really mind though, since the summer heat was absolutely brutal.

Kenny was stayed mostly quiet as he waited in the little box area for his turn to bat. He fixed up his baseball hat slightly, so it’d block out more of the sun.

He watched silently as Tolkien, the current batter, was trying to purposefully miss (like everyone else before him) yet instead somehow hit a home run. Now he has to run the field and he hated it.

As soon as he got back to home base, he was switched out, with Stan going next.

Tolkien came back into the box area and took a drink of water, leaning against Kenny slightly.

“Ugh, this sucks!”

Tolkien complained, groaning.

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Kenny nodded in agreement, wiping away some sweat.

“Yeah, it really does. I hope we finally lose this game so we can go home.”

Kenny agreed, letting Tolkien lean against him.