South Park Jimmy Valmer Novels & Stories

"The tracks clearly lead downhill. They must have come from the valley.” Jimmy, of course, points in the opposite direction. I turn to face him, now barely containing my irritation. "And how exactly would they have gotten into the valley without leaving any signs on the way down?" "Maybe they're smarter than you give them credit for," Jimmy retorts without turning. Oh, that’s it. I rush behind Jimmy where he’s standing, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and hoisting him up. Before he can even react, I've gotten him pinned to the ground.

Before I could even begin processing those words, another cheerful voice suddenly echoed across the room. “Are you both arguing?” Both Damon and I turned. Jim stood there looking between both of us with innocent confusion filling his bright eyes. He tilted his head before speaking again. “I liked it better when everybody looked happier together.” The simple observation instantly silenced both of us. Because neither Damon nor I could deny the painful truth hidden inside our son’s innocent words. Later that evening, after Jim became occupied with building an elaborate fortress out of his toy blocks and proudly explaining every detail of his imaginary adventure to himself,

********** Back at school, Jimmy and his friends strolled through the bustling corridors, animatedly chatting as they made their way to class. “Dude, I still can’t believe that woman is your mother’s best friend,” Austin remarked. “Why not?” Jimmy replied, feigning surprise. “Because she’s too young to be considered old,” Austin insisted. “She’s not old; she’s a vibrant, youthful woman,” Jimmy countered. “Right, no man could resist such beauty. Lucky for me, I might just get a chance with her,” Samuel chimed in, only to receive a playful shove from Jimmy.

His lips hung down and his jaw slacked moving from side to side making mumbling sounds. “He looks fine to me,” the sheriff said. Then Jim stepped up to the bars and spit across the room at the sheriff splattering his face and shirt with red drool. He didn’t know if Jim did it on purpose because he was pissed, or if he had done it on accident because he was trying to speak. Either way, the sheriff was now livid. “You fucking bastard! Did you see what you did?” the sheriff asked. Jim tried to smile, and for a moment showed off his new fang buds in the process. He backed away and seemed to laugh at what he had done.

"What happened?" "She woke up, she was mad, and she rejected all of Spotify's relaxing tracks made after 2010." Valeria reached out to grab something. "Let me—" Kc held up a hand. "No. I've got this. You sleep." She opened her eyes. "Who are you?" "I'm Superdad," he said, standing tall though he appeared half-lunatic panda-eyed with exhaustion. "She needs me. I think we bonded on poop an hour ago."

"What did you just say? I think I misheard it." "I said that I am not a monster," Jimmy answered, louder this time. June widened his eyes and burst out laughing. "Did you hear it guys?" he turned to his group of friends. "He's saying that he's not a monster! That this ugly weird hair is so human! Right?" The other guys started laughing. "I'm not going to repeat myself, get-out-of-this-faculty," he said, his deep stare dangerously piercing the young boy's eyes. Jimmy gulped. "This faculty is not yours," he mumbled, mentally cursing himself for responding to him.

“Are you okay, Jimmy? You’re looking a little green.” “Sweet Moses! Teri!” Frantically folding the paper to hand to Dana, Jim darted across the small lot, jumping into his Jeep. The tires barked as he backed out, heading for the street. “Who’s Terry?” Dana called, but Jim was gone already. Speeding down the wide streets, Jim raced towards Main. There could be no doubt who the IT wizard had been. If Johansen didn’t know already, he’d guess soon enough even if Teri’s name wasn’t mentioned. Who else would have had the access and wherewithal to understand what they were seeing if he’d been able to hide his crimes in Moab for ten years?

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

Jimmy looked up as soon as he heard Jasper's words. Dad doesn't like that fatty. He sighed becoming very relieved. Then he jumped down from the bed happily. “Dad, let's go and eat now,” Jimmy said happily. He even went to Maverick's wheelchair and tried to push it. But couldn't since he doesn't have enough strength to do so. Maverick chuckled in relief and curiosity. He could not fathom why Jimmy looked upset at the fact that he might actually like fatty. Shaking his lead, he led the way to the dining room only to see that Whitney was nowhere to be found.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” “Perhaps,” James said, his tone almost smug. “But I’m also undefeated.” She glared at him, though the annoyance in her expression was softened by a hint of amusement. “Don’t let it go to your head, Valquez. You’re still just a guy who spent his weekend playing video games.” “True,” he admitted, his smirk fading into something softer. “But you have to admit, it was more entertaining than fixing gates or whatever else you had planned.”