Fics like singin' happy birthday to you

"Kyle!” Cartman shouts, catching Kyle off guard enough that he sorta jumps but then just groans when he realizes that it’s just Cartman backseat baking, “You gotta do the dry ingredients and the wet ingredients separate,” He puts an emphasis on certain words and it makes Kyle want to say fuck it on this whole day. He wants to give up, go home, likely take Stan with him so that they can watch a movie, and never step foot in a five mile radius of Cartman ever again. But. It’s for Kenny, so he just sighs and says, "I did." "No,” Cartman insists, pointing at the bowl, “you didn’t.” "Except, I literally did,” Kyle reiterates, now wanting to pluck each and every one of his hairs out of his head individually because that would be more pleasant than talking to Cartman. “Hm,” Cartman crosses his arms critically, "I dunno, they look pretty combined to me." Kyle swears that that’s actually his last damn straw and he yells, “That’s because I combined them, Cartman! You can’t just leave them separate. That’s not how you make cake.” * OR, it's Kenny's birthday, he thinks his friends forgot, but they didn't :o

Fics like singin' happy birthday to you

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