Witch
"Guys we have a new Witch this year!" Randy drunkenly states, having begun the Jack part of their Jack and Crack Witch Week a little early.
"Randy.. Please tell me you did NOT invite your new husband.." Gerald rolls his eyes. "For fucks sake Randy you married a TOWEL!!!"
"I didn't know you felt that way Gerry." Towelie responds, adjusting his cute little witch hat he picked up earlier that morning. "I can leave if you'd prefer." he pouts.
"Did you at least bring my package?" Stuart facepalms.
"Our best delivery Towel would never forget a package, right babe?" Randy kisses Towelie's little towel hand.
"R-Right!" Towelie pulls his hand back from Randy's grip and grabs the different packages from his delivery bag, one for each of the guys - different varieties for different needs.
"And for Mr. Tweak, Stan said that Tweek told him you guys were running low on our new CBD Honey, so I made sure to bring some with me- no extra charge."
"Thank you Mr. Marsh, it's really been helping. Tweek's grades have even gone up!" Richard takes a swig of Jack. "Is Thomas still bringing the crack?"
"Iunno." Randy shrugs, "But we brought some of the new Christmas Snow too so, worst case scenario-"
"Let's just get fucked up!" Mr. Garrison pipes up, "Before I have to go back to running this shit show of a country!"
Towelie cuddles into Randy as they light their own joint passing it back and forth, while another is passed around the rest of the crew.
"Did anyone think to get firewood?" Stephen Stotch asks.
"Now that I think about it, I don't see any.." Mr. Black inputs, toking the joint.
"You two going to makeout in the woods again?" Stuart laughs.
"Stu, I think you're getting it mixed up." Stephen chuckles, "That was you and Gerry!"
"Oh.. right." Stuart tugs at Gerald's arm, "Wanna go get some firewood?" He laughs.
"What happens during Jack n Crack stays at the campsite, right?" Gerald blushes. "Fuck it, yes."
Randy and Towelie are now feeding each other s'mores and laughing at their friends as Thomas Tucker finally pulls up to the camp site.
"I've got the crack!" Thomas hollers out running up to the fire, huffing because he's still too large for his own good.
"We made s'mores!" Towelie responds, "You know you want one!"
"Acid?" Thomas asks. "No thanks."
"No acid, no shrooms." Towelie raises his hand in a kind of 'scout's honor' fashion.
"Just regular ol' food?" Thomas asks.
"Yup!" Randy licks the chocolate from his fingers.
Towelie hands Thomas a s'more and offers him a bottle of Jack.