TOKEN: Arghhh! Clyde! Get back here!
KYLE: STAN, COME ON, THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE- oof!
???: … Sorry.
KYLE: Sorry too, man, I’m just chasing my cat. He’s being a piece of shit. STAN, GODDAMMIT!
IKE: C’mon, Ruby, we have to go after them- oof! Sorry mister, wasn’t looking where I was going. Mon bijou, c’mon!
RUBY: ?!?! C-
IKE: Mon bijou?
RUBY: Ah, c-coming, Ike…
CRAIG: … Ru… by…?
TWEEK: H-huh? Stan?
KYLE: STAN I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL- oh!
KYLE: T-Tweek! Y-You’re early.
TWEEK: I-I was excited… haha… you look r-really nice today, Kyle.
KYLE: Y-you too! Cute ponytail.
TWEEK: You like it? It was B-Butters’s idea.
KYLE: Yeah, you look great. Sorry, Stan stole my hat and I had to chase him here and-
TWEEK: H-haha, I can tell, don’t worry. You wouldn’t be panting if you hadn’t been d-doing something like that.
KYLE: I just- I couldn’t go here without my hat.
TWEEK: W-why? Is there a c-curse if you do? Oh G-God!
KYLE: No! It’s just… I look stupid without it and I want to look nice for our… um… technically-not-a-date-since-we’re-not-dating.
KYLE: Sorry, I know it’s kind of silly-
TWEEK: I-I think you look nice with or without your hat, Kyle.
KYLE: … Really?
TWEEK: … Y-yeah… I like your hair, a-actually… it’s pretty nice and f-fluffy…
KYLE: whoa… (<3)
JIMMY: Wuh-wow, what a c-cute couple.
KYLE: Ike, what the- dude, go home! You too, Jimmy!
IKE: Come oooooon, I need to make sure this works out for you! Mon bijou, back me up here.
IKE: okay okay geez
CRAIG: Hey. *lifts up Stan by the scruff with one hand and Kyle’s hat in another* This your cat? And your hat?
KYLE: Oh! Yeah, man, thanks for catching him for me; let me get him off your hands. Bad Stan, BAD! Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me?!
CRAIG: I’ll be going now.