A minute later, Sheila let Eric out of his cage, but placed a chip into his asshole.

"Hey!" Eric cried. "Get your fingers out of my butthole, bitch!"

"What the fuck are you DOING??" Wendy asked. "You're not some fucking pedophile, are you??!"

"No, I'm just doing what needs to be done." Sheila said. "Can everyone come here for a minute please?" Everyone gathered in front of her and Eric. "What I have put inside of Eric's butthole is a VERY special chip."

"Pretty sure you're supposed to, like, EAT chips." The blue mermaid said.

"Not that kind of chip, lady." Sheila said. "THIS is a special electronic chip."

"Pretty sure they're all electronic, Mrs. Broflovski." Stan said. "That's how they work-"

"ANYWAY," Sheila continued, "this chip electrocutes anyone it's inside whenever they say a bad word. It can easily detect whenever a swear word is said. Like a lie detector. Observe." She held out a sign and showed it to Eric. "Now, Cartman. Say pancakes."

"Uh, pancakes?" Eric said.

"Now, say GrubHub." Sheila said, holding out another sign.

"GrubHub." Eric said.

"Okay," Sheila said, holding out another sign, "NOW, I want you to say cocksucking horse anus licking penis gobbler."

"WHAT??" Squidward said in shock.

"Cocksu- OW!!" Eric cried, electrocuted. "What the he- OW!!!"

"Notice how whenever this young boy says a swear word, he feels an electric shock sliding through his body." Sheila said. "Now, Cartman. I want you to say cunt town USA."

"Cun- OW!!" Eric cried, shocked again.

"Now, say donkey dick." Sheila said.

"Donkey di-!! GAH!!!" Eric screamed.

"Now, I want you to try to say twat muffin muff shitter faggot fags." Sheila said.

"No!!!" Eric screamed angrily.

"Success!" Sheila said. "Now, Cartman doesn't want to swear. And, he will never swear again." Everyone just stared at her and Eric in shock. "Is there a problem?" Sheila asked.

"You.......REALLY need to get out more." Pearl said, weirded out. "Even I don't use that kind of language. SO uncoral."

"Yeah, that was my bad." Sheila said, blushing. "Wait, did you just say UNCORAL??"

"Yeah, we young people say coral instead of cool." Pearl said.

"Oh, well.... Cartman here saying bad words all the time is absolutely uncoral." Sheila said awkwardly.

"EWW." Wendy said.

"What?" Sheila said.

"When YOU say it, it becomes SO uncoral." Wendy said.

"Agreed." Pearl said.

"Well, I'll be back and try to find anything that can help us with this vacuum." Sheila said, walking off. "Otherwise we're stuck on this uncoral island." Pearl grabbed her phone.

"Tanya? It's Pearl." She said over the phone. "Coral is DEFINITELY out!"

Meanwhile...

Thomas has fallen asleep in the back seat of the truck listening to relaxing sounds with headphones on while Ginger and Roger chatted.

"So, this guy here has a nasty temperament because this 'cursed' movie killed his parents." Roger asked. "And you brought it here so no one would meet the same fate?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds strange, but it's true." Ginger said. "We didn't want anyone else to die, so we hid it here. But, it clearly didn't do anyone any good."

"I still can't believe this." Roger sighed. "I just can't. I mean, I'm sorry for his loss, I really am. But, a movie can't kill. That's not how it works."

"Thomas would probably tell you that you have a lot to learn about this world..." Ginger sighed. "It's not a lie, Roger. It's the truth. This...movie killed and it will kill again if we don't destroy it..."

"Still can't believe it, babe." Roger said, stroking Ginger's hair. "But, I'll listen to whatever else you have to say. Seeing that you're really sexy and all." Ginger blushed intensely. Thomas squinted his eyes open. Then, he went back to sleep. And, began dreaming. In his dream, he walked along a sidewalk on a beautiful garden.

"Ah, what a fucking shitty beautiful day." He said, happy for once. "Goddamn happy morning, Jessica!"

"Goddamn happy morning, honey!" Jessica said, as Thomas passed by her. Thomas walked along the sidewalk that suddenly turned old and cracked. Then, everything began to feel different. The mood changed from happy to gloomy. The garden began to rot. And Thomas began to walk slowly and fearfully.

"What the hell is going on here?!?" He cried. Then, he heard a strange sound. "Is someone cooking something??" He began to smell a familiar scent. "Smells like.....BEANS?!?" He turned around to see the poorly drawn teddy bear standing behind him stirring a pot of beans. "NO!!!" He screamed, as he dashed off. He ran as fast as he could, but the bear was still right behind him slowly stirring up beans. "Get the fuck away from me, you BASTARD!!!" He screamed, still running. The bear was still behind him not even moving. Just stirring the beans. Then, everything got dark. And Thomas couldn't move. But, he could still speak. "Why the fuck is it dark again?!?" He cried. "Hello?! Hello?!?" Something glowed a red light from afar. It was a dimly lit candle being held by the teddy bear. "What the hell are you doing, you fucking cunt?!?" Thomas screamed. The bear blew out the candle and everything went black. And Thomas still couldn't move. "Hello?!" He cried out. "Hello?!? Anyone?!? ANYONE??!!??"

".....................YOUFAILEDYOURFAMILYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"

"NOOOOO!!!!" Thomas screamed, waking up.

"Gahhh!!" Roger shouted, startled and swerving off the road. He hit the breaks and the truck stopped on the side of the road.

"No!! No!! Get the fuck away from me!!" Thomas screamed, jumping out of the truck and running off. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MEEE!!!!"

"Thomas, come back!" Ginger cried, getting out of the truck and chasing after Thomas. Roger just sat on his driver's seat and stared in shock.

"I'll.....just wait here or whatever...." He said.

"No!!!" Thomas screamed, running through the deserted landscape. "Help me!!! HELP ME!!! FUCKING HELP ME!!!"

"Thomas, that's enough!!" Ginger shouted, grabbing Thomas' shoulders.

"No, no, no, no!! Get the fuck off of me!!" Thomas screamed. "Get off, get off, get o-!!!" Ginger suddenly slapped him across the face. He gasped for breath and then, he calmed down. "He was after me....!" He cried with tears in his eyes. "He was coming for me...!"

"No one's after you, Mr. Calloway." Ginger said calmly. "Everything's fine. You're, like, okay."

"No, no, no... You don't fucking get it...!" Thomas uttered in horror. "The goddamn teddy bear was after me. Pouring his fucking pot of beans!"

"WHAT???" Ginger asked, extremely perplexed.

"........Nothing, nothing. I just had a fucking nightmare." Thomas sighed. "I'm alright. I'm alright."

"Thomas, you're totally NOT alright." Ginger said, looking at Thomas with concerned eyes. "Was this a........nightmare about your past?"

"Yes, it was.." Thomas admitted in despair. "It was a fucking nightmare I've had since my parents died... I swear to God, they never ended..."

"........Can you tell me about this....teddy bear you mentioned?" Ginger asked.

"I......don't know what it is..." Thomas uttered. "It's just a creepy looking animated teddy bear with the look and design of creepy British PSA videos.... He just stands across from me and stares at me with those.......HORRIBLY creepy beady eyes. Those fucking eyes.... They stick to my mind like a bad stain. Can't get them out of my fucking head!!!"

"Relax, Mr. Calloway. You're, like, okay." Ginger said. "Whatever you think you're seeing isn't there."

"Right. Advice from a stuck up mermaid. As you would say, totally helps." Thomas said, still sweating with stress. Ginger rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, dude. Let's get back to Roger before he tot- Before he ditches us." She sighed as they headed back to Roger. A couple minutes later, they arrived back to where Roger was. But, he was gone.