[City Hall Council; Randy is brought in, handcuffed]
Hello, Mayor. Mr. and Mrs. Tweak. Mackey.
Mr. Marsh, do you remember a few weeks ago when (all the) homes in South Park were attacked by a terrorist called "Mexican Joker?"
Yeah, Mexican Joker. That was terrible.
Right. Except there was no Mexican Joker. It was you who blew up people's yards because they were home-growing their own marijuana.
The Tweaks have come forward with some footage caught on their security camera.
Guys, I have nothing against home-growers.
Run the footage, please! [Janson plays the footage on the screen; Randy is shown creeping up to a homegrown operation and starts peeing and pooping in it, he then burys an explosive and runs away before the homegrown garden explodes; end of footage] People are fed up, Marsh. The past few weeks you've held parades for yourself, needlessly slaughtered a thousand cows, made deals with the Chinese, and nearly poisoned everyone with your Halloween Special. Everyone's had enough of Tegridy Farms.
Enough of Tegridy Farms?! South Park is NOTHING without Tegridy Farms!
You'll be taken to county jail to await your trial. [to an officer] Get him out of here.
[as the officer takes him away] I didn't do anything wrong! You people are just jealous! Jealous that I took over South Park and I'm successful!
Well, at least South Park can start getting back to normal.
[South Park Church; Everyone attends Jason White's funeral after he is run over and killed by a police car while playing football with the boys; Mrs. White cries hysterically over the loss of her son as Robert comforts her]
FMFr. Maxi
Little Jason White was a happy child. A playful child. And ultimately, it was his playfulness in sports that got him killed in a freak hit-and-run accident. The father would now like to say a few words. [leaves the podium and hold's Robert's hands]
RRobert
[stands on the podium] I'm Robert White, Jason's father, and I can tell you that as a White, Jason lived a challenged life. When I look out on this congregation, I can't help but think, "There's not a whole lot of people here." Doesn't seem like a big deal. Nobody's outraged. 'Cause it was our family. Nobody cares when a White gets killed by the police. There should be protests and marched, but NO. The police killed a White! That's not protest-worthy! Everybody's busy trying to lock up Randy Marsh! Now my wife and I have a did child and we can't even get any weed to make us feel better! Yeah, don't listen to me. I'm just a White.
[Mr. and Mrs. White arrive at the ICE detention center along with other parents on a bus, looking for some children to adopt]
We all heard about your tragic loss. I'd love to help out however I can. Is there something specific you're looking for?
WMrs. White
We... don't really know.
Well, we've got all kinds here, depending on your preferences. Here's a little Panamanian. They're very clean. This is a Colombian Shorthair. Oh, and this is a good one. This is a Baja Shepherd.
BSBaja Shepherd Child
Quiero a mi papá. Quiero a mi mamá. ("I want my dad. I want my mom.")
Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? ("Fine, thanks. And you?")
Oh, honey. Look at the Peruvian Hairless.
Yes, they're pretty silly-looking. Great with kids though.
Hey, what's this little guy?
Oh, this is a purebred Mexican. He's had all his shots. Parents were deported two weeks ago. Here, we can let him run around a little bit. [opens the kennel to let the boy out]
MCMexican Child
[steps out] Mi familia. ¿Dónde está? ("My family. Where is it?")',
Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? ("Fine, thanks. And you?")
WMrs. White
Oh, Bob, he's kind of perfect!
Hello, little fella. How would you like to be a White?
