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• Stan Marsh
• Kyle Broflovski
• Eric Cartman
• Butters Stotch
• Tolkien Black
• Wendy Testaburger
• David Rodriguez
• Mr. Rodriguez
• Mrs. Rodriguez
• Gerald Broflovski
• Sheila Broflovski
• Randy Marsh
• Liane Cartman
• Harrison Yates
• Maggie Yates
• Officer Barkley
• Mayor McDaniels
• Tuong Lu Kim
• Whistlin' Willy
• Dr. Doctor
• Male food critic, wife, and son
• Anchor Tom and reporter
• Vernacular chef
• Diners
• Greeter
• Waiters
• Yelpers
• Mr. Davis
• Singers

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On accepte pas les critiques
	Morning in CtPaTown, renamed Shi Tpa Town. A bright sun rises over City Foods. People mill around all over the area. The Stotches walk past Skeeter's Wine Bar while the Tuckers, without Craig, walk towards Whole Foods. In the parking area in front of the store two old friends greet each other
Gerald	Mornin' Randy!
Randy	Mornin' Ger! Just another day in paradise, huh?
Gerald	Yeah. Look at all the new restaurants the Whole Foods has brought in. [turns around and points at the restaurant behind them.] Let's try out that one there. [they walk towards it and reach the entrance. A greeter awaits them]
	(vernacular)
Randy	Hi. Two of us. please?
Greeter	Yeah, sorry guys. we got about a thirty minute wait.
Gerald	[switches places with Randy] Oh, uh, scuse me. [whispers into the greeter's ear]
Greeter	Yes, sir, give me a second; I'll have a table right away. [rolls his eyes and walks off]
Randy	Whoa, what'd you say to him?
Gerald	I just... told him who I am.
Randy	Who are you?
Gerald	[whips out his phone and shows Randy the Yelp app] I'm a yelp reviewer. I usually keep it on the down-low so they don't kiss my ass too much.
Greeter	[returns and gets two menus] Right over here, sir. [takes them to their seats]
Waiter	Alright guys, welcome to (vernacular)
Gerald	Thanks, uh, did they mention to you that I am a Yelper?
Waiter	Yes, we've been alerted. Sir.
Gerald	Greeeat. Could you have them turn up the lights a little, please? [the waiter goes away]
Randy	Oh, look at it, Gerald. All the new families moving in. [a new Mexican restaurant - Nueva Familia - is having its grand opening across the street] Our little town is all grown up. [Nueva Familia, across the street. A family-run restaurant. A boy sweeps up in the kitchen as his mother prepares some tacos on the griddle. His father rushes in.]
Mr. Rodriguez	Where's that other taco plate? We need it now.
Mrs. Rodriguez	I'm a little overwhelmed.
Mr. Rodriguez	I know. But we've put everything into moving here and starting this business, and we have to be impressive. [walks up to the boy and gets down on one knee] David, you must help your mama however you can. We're not going back to that miserable place!
Mr. Rodriguez	I don't wanna go back either.
Mrs. Rodriguez	Okay, done.
Mr. Rodriguez	Great! [rises and goes for the plates] We really have to impress this customer. He's a local food critic. [rushes the plates out to the dining area]
Mrs. Rodriguez	Another one?
	The dining area. Cartman is eating away. Before him are three plates. One has two burritos, the second has two tacos and some chips and guacamole, the third has two enchiladas which he hasn't touched yet. Ambient Mexican music plays
Mr. Rodriguez	[rushes to his table with two plates of food] Okay, here you go, amigo! Another taco plate and the taquitos.
Cartman	Oh, thank you. And, uh did I mention I am a food critic for Yelp?
Mr. Rodriguez	Yes, you mentioned that several times.
Cartman	Okay, I just didn't want you caught off-guard. [whips out his phone] I was thinking of giving this place 5 stars.
Mr. Rodriguez	Really?
Cartman	[wiping his mouth clean with his napkin] Yeah, but I'm kind of teetering on 5 stars or 1 star.
Mr. Rodriguez	Ohnono. No 1 star, please. What could we do to-?
Cartman	Ah I mean, I could probably be persuaded with some free desserts.
Mr. Rodriguez	Let me get that for you.
Cartman	Great, and can you turn down the music a bit? [taps his left ear a few times] This pagan shit hurts my ears.
Mr. Rodriguez	Of course! [turns around and hurries away. A spritz is heard, and the camera shows David wiping down a table. Cartman notices]
Cartman	Oh hey, hey busboy. Busboy busboy, por favor. [snaps his fingers and whistles] Busboy!
Davíd	My name is David. (Dah-veed)
Cartman	Ehexcuse me?
Davíd	I said my name is David. (Dah-veed)
Cartman	Uhh, it's actually pronounced "David," okay?
Davíd	Well, I'm "David." (Dah-veed)
Cartman	It's "David," dude. Look it up.
Mr. Rodriguez	[comes out with a flan and a sundae on a plate] What's going on? Do not argue, son. We need him. [walks to Cartman's table and sets the desserts down] Here you are, a few free desserts. [the front door opens and some bells are heard] Ho, excuse me. More customers! [goes away]
Male food critic	[enters with his wife] Hi, two of us for lunch, please.
Mr. Rodriguez	Yes, right away!
Male food critic	Oh, and uh, I just wanted to mention that my wife and I are Yelp reviewers, so uh, your best table, please.
Mr. Rodriguez	Oh Jeez, you guys too, huh? Ho-kay, uhm, I'll get you set up right over here, okay? [takes them past Cartman, who casts a critical eye]
Cartman	Mmmhmmm! [The father takes them to a booth near Cartman]
Male food critic	Hm, this place seems, nice.
Female food critic	I guess we'll see.
Male food critic	D'I guess we'll see, won't we?
Cartman	Oh God, now everyone thinks they're a food critic.
	South Park Elementary, hallway, day. Cartman puts his books in his locker and walks away when Butters catches him
Butters	Did you get 'em? Did you get 'em? Did you get 'em? Huh?
Cartman	[wearing a T-shirt that says "WARNING: YELP critic" on the front] Here you go. [takes a bag out of his back pocket and hands it to Butters]
Butters	Whoooaaa. [opens the bag and begins eating what's inside.]
Cartman	Crispy risotto bites from Olive Garden.
Butters	How do you do it, Eric?
Cartman	I'm a restaurant critic, Butters. I get whatever I want.
Butters	Jeeeeezzz. [a second later, Kyle walks by with David]
Kyle	So the cafeteria's back that way, and most of the classrooms are this way, down the-.
Cartman	EEWW. [Kyle and David face him] What's the busboy doing here?
Kyle	Davíd is new to our school.
Cartman	Oh, cool. Are you gonna clean the tables here too? How do you get to school? [mimics a boy on a bicycle] Do you ride your tiny bicicleta? Huh?
Kyle	Shut up.
Cartman	Look amigo, I'm sorry I only gave your parents' restaurant 2 stars, but it could have been worse.
Davíd	Why'd you only give them 2 stars?
Cartman	I'm sorry, but the food totally messed my stomach up. The morning after I ate it I went to the bathroom and my poop was all solid. Like no water at all.
Kyle	It's not supposed to have water you-!
Cartman	It was like this one solid piece that I had to... push out my asshole. It was like being raped from the inside. Your parents' restaurant just wasn't up to my standards, David.
Davíd	David. (Dah-veed)
Cartman	David.
Davíd	Dah-víd.
Cartman	David.
Davíd	Dah-víííd.
Cartman	David David David David! I can update this to a 1-star review in two seconds, dude. [David turns around and walks away. Kyle turns around, looks at Cartman, and follows David away. A few second later Cartman relaxes] ...Oohhhh God I love being a restaurant critic.
	The Broflovski house, day, Gerald's den. Gerald is typing away at his computer. To help him focus on his work, he plays some opera music and smokes a pipe
Gerald's review	And yet, there was more. For in this crisp time when autumn begins to fade, the chef brings chicken in habanero, and even adds habanero powder to the crust. But the heat is restrained. You experience the fruity, delicious flavor of this without any spicy pain. I don't need any more pain. Hell, does anyone?
Sheila	[appears at the den doorway with Ike] Gerald! We're going to the park. You wanna come along?
Gerald	Sorry honey, this review for Applebee's has turned into a fifty-pager. And then I have a polish on Ruby Tuesday's.
Sheila	Why don't you take a break from Yelping, Gerald? You seem a little overwhelmed.
Gerald	[leans back on his chair] I am, overwhelmed. Sometimes I don't know what I've gotten myself into. But now everyone relies on my Yelp reviews and I... I don't wanna let anyone down.
Sheila	Well there's chicken in the fridge if you get hungry.
Gerald	Thanks, but I, I've gotta Yelp a new place in CtPaTown tonight. [leans forward a bit] God I'm so damned tired.
Sheila	Okay. Have fun.
Gerald	[to himself]Ha, "fun," she says.
Gerald's review	In finality, I will say that my experience at Applebee's was sublime and my treatment near that of a gladiator most decorated. But the street parking wasn't that great. Two and a half stars.
Gerald	[satisfied with his review Gerald leans back in his chair again commenting to himself] Yes.
	The school cafeteria, day. Wendy walks by with a new classmate. Cartman is on his phone while the boys around him go about eating their lunches
Wendy	Come on, Liza, I'll introduce you to the girls.
Butters	Well aren't you eatin' lunch, Eric?
Cartman	Uhuh, I'm a food critic, Butters, okay? I can't just eat cafeteria food.
Tuong Lu Kim	O-okay, Here you are sir! There's orange-peel chicken, some uh shity beef, and uh shitty egg roll!
Kyle	Are you joking?!
Cartman	Well, you are a little late, like, I dunno, maybe only [emphasis] 1 star late.
Tuong Lu Kim	Oh no! No 1 star, prease! You Uelpers are kriwing me! Okay, you no pay! You no pay, prease!
Cartman	Sounds good. Now get the fuck out of here.
Tuong Lu Kim	Yes yes. I get the fuck out. Thank you! [hurries away]
Butters	Wow! Well you're pretty important, Eric.
Kyle	He's not important. At. All.
Cartman	Yes, no no, you you're right, Kyle. I'm not important. Oh, hey David, I was just wondering, um, how do you get to school? Do you... ride your tiny bicicleta? Eh?
Stan	Stop it.
Cartman	What? I just want to hear him say "Sí, me ride me tiny bicicleta to schooool."
Davíd	Sí, me ride me teeny bicicleta to school.
Cartman	[laughs] That's awesome! [turns around on the bench] I'm gonna go out to recess. Will you bus this for me, David. Thanks. [leaves the table. David leaves his seat]
Kyle	Ah, [facepalm] don't, dude, dude- Don't.
	Park County Police Station. Sgt. Yates is at his computer
Barkley	Sir, it's midnight. Go home, get some sleep.
Sgt. Yates	There's no time to sleep when the city's counting on me.
Barkley	More Yelp reviews, sir?
Sgt. Yates	I had a bad experience at Red Lobster and if the people don't know about it, they could too. Folks deserve to know where to eat, Mitch.
Barkley	But does anyone even thank you for it?
Sgt. Yates	I don't need them to. I know they need me, and that's enough.
Barkley	[pats him on the left shoulder] God bless you, sir.
Sgt. Yates	I know. [Barkley walks away]
	Whistlin' Willy's Pizza Gulch, established in 1986. A table shows the food critic couple who were in Nueva Familia earlier on, now with their son
Whistlin' Willy	Welcome to Whistlin' Willy's. Y'all enjoyin' your pizza?
Male food critic	Look here, my good man, we've been waiting over 15 minutes for you to sing Happy Birthday to our son!
Female food critic	Unfortunately for you, we are both restaurant critics, and so is our son!
Son	[gets an angry face] 1 star!
Diner 1	Excuse me! Emergency! [Whistlin' Willy rushes over to see what's up] Over here! Emergency! I would like a table. Inside the area with all the little plastic balls please, and make it snappy I am a food critic for Yelp.
Whistlin' Willy	That does it! I've had enough! All you Yelp reviewers get the hell outta here! I don't care what happens to my business! I ain't kissing your asses no more! [moves the male food critic from the table to the double doors on his chair and throws him against the doors] Go on! Every Yelper get the fuck out of here!
Diner 2	Careful now, Bill, you don't want a one-star review.
Whistlin' Willy	You're not a food critic, Dennis! You're a fuckin' mechanic! Now get the fuck out! Go on! All you Yelpin' sons of bitches get the fuck out of here! [Yelpers begin to stream out of the restaurant]
Male food critic	You're gonna regret this, Whistlin' Willy. You can't treat Yelpers this way.
Whistlin' Willy	You get the f- Get the fuck out! [kicks the male food critic in the ass for emphasis as the critic goes out the door.]
Male food critic	AH! [Whistlin' Willy slams the door shut. Gerald shows up a few seconds later]
Gerald	Well, good for you.
Whistlin' Willy	You too, you sonofabitch!
Gerald	Whoa! Hey! [Whistlin' Willy kicks him out too, and Gerald rubs his butt outside]
	Shi Tpa Town. Tuong Lu Kim is running around excited about something while David's father sweeps up at Nueva Familia.
Tuong Lu Kim	It's oba! It's oba! [screams some more and approaches Nueva Familia.] You see papaa?! It's oba! [David's father steps outside and Mr. Kim stops him] Whistrin' Wirry! He stand up to the Yelpas! [David's father scans the front page] We don't have to kiss uh their asses anymore! Look! [David's mother comes out to join his father] Everyone is doing the same! [signs go up saying "No Yelpers"] Ha haha. It's ova it's ova! Hey Skeetah, you hear the news?! [He runs off continuing his celebration]
Mr. Rodriguez	[softly] It's a ...miracle. [jubilantly] IT'S A MIRACLE! [he and his wife hug]
	South Park Elementary, day. Cartman walks down the hallway humming to himself
Cartman	Hm hm hm the fuck? [notices a small puddle on the floor] Aw, dude, somebody spilled shit on the floor! [notices David at his locker] Hey David, somebody spilled something here. Could you clean this up, por favor? David. [whistles] Over here, there's some shit on the floor. [David closes his locker and turns away] Heyheyhey hey! What's goin' on, man?
Kyle	[arriving] You haven't heard? Nobody gives a fuck what Yelp reviewers think anymore.
Cartman	What are you talking about? I'm the most influential critic in this town. Okay David, forget the spill, just give me one little "My name is David. Me ride me biciceta to schoool"
Davíd	My name... is David. (Dah-veed)[walks off]
Kyle	HA! [walks off as well; confidently]
Cartman	[whips out his phone] Okay, I'm uh I'm updating my review. I'm about to do it. [waits for a comeback but doesn't get one] You'd better say "I ride me bicicleta to school"! [holds up his phone] One star! ... No s-no stars? [no reply. He sighs and tries again] No stars? ... You can't just treat me like I'm nothing... I still know I'm worth something! Come on, guys! [walks away. No one follows him. Seconds later he's back.] Oh yeah, y-you guys stay in school, that's kewl, you guys stay here. [leaves again]
	Shi Tpa Town, day. Cartman walks alone by City Wok. He notices a sign there - NO YELPERS. He then walks to Nueva Familia and knocks on the door. David is moving chairs around and stops. Cartman mimics someone riding a bike, and David sticks his middle finger up at him, then turns and walks away. Cartman sighs, turns around, and walks away. He walks right into Butters' house, through the living room, and up into Butters' room. Butters is at his desk drawing a purple car. Cartman sighs
Butters	[noticing] Oh, hey Eric.
Cartman	[hops onto Butters' bed and lays down] It's all over, Butters. Everything I've worked so hard to achieve. All these hack wannabe food critics have made my profession a joke.
Butters	Oh I'm sorry, bud.
Cartman	All these people trying to be like me. And they don't even write about poop consistency the next day.
Butters	Well Eric, you should be proud that people wanna be like you. Ha ah, I mean, you really started something.
Cartman	I guess.
Butters	Well if these people look up to you, maybe, maybe you can sort of, set the record straight and show them the way it's supposed to be done.
Cartman	[sits up] You're right, Butters. Maybe I can actually use all these people somehow to make... real food critics respected again.
	Sgt. Yates' house. Yates serves himself some whisky on the rocks while doing more reviews. His wife Maggie walks up to him.
Maggie	Harrison Yates, what's gotten into you?
Yates	That's it, Maggie. I'm hanging it up. If people are gonna be trying all the new restaurants in town they'll... have to do it without my reviews.
Maggie	What are ya talkin' about? You said that protectin' people from bad dinin' experiences was what kept you goin'.
Yates	The restaurants put up signs sayin' I can't come in. I don't know why they singled me out, but it's like, people don't need me. [opens a letter and reads it] Well I'll be damned.
Maggie	What is it?
Yates	Somebody's put a note in the mailbox... asking me to come and talk to them. They do need me. [rises and goes to the coat rack] I need to get goin'.
Maggie	You want me to come along?
Yates	No, they're just asking for me. I guess... [opens the front door] maybe I do have a town to protect. [smiles and leaves]
	Cartman's house, Sunday. Cartman is getting refreshments ready for his guests in the living room. Liane walks up to him
Liane	Oh, are you having a party sweetheart?
Cartman	Not a part, Mom. I've invited all the poser food critics over for a meeting.
Liane	Oh, how fun!
Cartman	It's not fun, it's serious. These people think they can do what I do, but they need to be, made to understand the reality. When the Yelpers get here I need you to get lost, okay? Okay, that's them, that's them. Go, get lost, Mom! [she goes away as he walks to the front door. He opens the door and sees a sea of reviewers]
Yelpers	Hello, hi. My name is [they all give their names at the same time] and I'm here for the meeting. [Cartman freezes up]
A reviewer	Is this the right place?
Cartman	Fuuuuuuck! [closes the door and keeps it closed with his back] Mom!
Liane	I'm going, honey.
Cartman	But Mom, there's like a billion people here.
Liane	Oh yes, sweetie, I think quite a few people are Yelp reviewers.
Cartman	Oh, this many people have nothing better to do than write reviews on Yelp?!
Liane	I guess so, honey. Do you need more lemonade?
Cartman	Mom, there's a fucking billion people here! [yes, Yelpers all up and down the block, filling the streets all around. Moments later, he appears at his bedroom window on the second floor, and holds court] Uh, thank you all for coming. My name is Eric, and as you know, us Yelpers are being scrutinized-
A Yelper	COULD YOU SPEAK A LITTLE LOUDER?
Cartman	Yes. Us Yelp critics are being scrutinized.
Other Yelpers	That's right! Yeah!
Cartman	Now, you see, the problem is that when there's too many reviewers, people no longer know who is the real food critic. [Sgt. Yates puffs up his chest, pretty sure that it's him] It's great that you all want to be critics, but we all know who the real food analyst of the town is.
Other Yelpers	That's right. Yeah!
Gerald	[confidently humble] Huh. Oh thanks.
Cartman	Okay. So, as long as there is one clear leader, then the rest of you can just follow. And with this many people all following [holds up index finger] one captain, we can fight to get our power back!
A Yelper	Poweerrrrr Back!
Cartman	So now rise up, and [pounds on the window sill] fight for your leader!! Fight together and show the restaurants that our food critic does matter!
Other Yelpers	Yeah! Let's go! [more cheering from the Yelpers]
Sgt. Yates	Alright, follow me!
Gerald	This way, everyone! [the crowd turns left and moves off]
	Whistlin' Willy's Pizza Gulch, day. A mother and son leave, but are still nearby when the crowd of Yelpers arrives and begins destroying the gulch. They then leave quickly. After a barrel is thrown through a window, Willy looks up to see what's going on
	News 4 segment
Anchor Tom	Another local business is closing its doors tonight after being taken down by Yelp reviewers. Whistlin' Willy's, a child favorite in town, was destroyed and its owner stripped and beheaded. The following video is graphic. [a crowd of Yelp reviewers is shown and they are ululating. Two Yelpers bring Whistlin' Willy in front of the camera and hold him there. The crowd continues to ululate]
Whistlin' Willy	No, please! No! Nonono! [the Yelpers pull the mask off his head and show it off to the camera] Awwww. [the ululating continues]
	South Park Elementary, day. "Bad to the Bone" plays as the school bell rings. Cartman walks down the hallway as a Big Critic on Campus, while in voice over he is singing the words. The other kids either hold their hands up or hold themselves a little tighter as Cartman walks to the tune of "Bad To The Bone." He's met by a group of boys led by Kyle.
Kyle	We all... loved... Whistlin' Willy's!
Cartman	[just shrugs] It didn't do well with Yelpers.
Tolkien	You assholes destroyed the best place in town because they wouldn't kiss your asses!
Cartman	Oh come on, admit it. The food sucked.
Kyle	Nobody went for the fucking food!
Cartman	Look, I'm sorry goys, but Whistlin' Willy failed to recognize the influence someone like me has on their business. Now, I just have one question for you, David. Do you ride... your teeny, tiny, bicicleta... to school?
Davíd	Si. Me ride me teeny bicicleta to school. [turns around and walks away. Kyle flashes an angry look at Cartman, then watches Davíd leave]
Kyle	[gets in Cartman's face] You're done! [turns around and walks away with the remaining boys]
Cartman	Yeah, I'm done! I'm now the leader of thousands of people! They all hang on my every word! [softly] And I'm gonna use my power to finally get what this town really needs.
	The Broflovski house, day, Gerald's den. Gerald is typing away at his computer, with music and pipe, as before.
Gerald's review	I found the wait staff at Red Lobster to be rude, and barely even acknowledging who I was. Or what I meant to this city.
Sheila	[appears at the doorway with Ike] Gerald, I'm taking Ike to clown school. You care to joing us?
Gerald	I can't, honey. I'm now the leader of thousands of people. They all hang on my every word. And I'm going to use my power to finally get what this town really needs. [Sheila and Ike just walk away]
	Shi Tpa Town. The peace and quiet of the morning is disrupted by semiautomatic gunfire. Yelpers run into the area, and a bomb goes off behind Dee's Meats. Another News 4 segment
Reporter	For the fifth day in a row, historic Shi Tpa Town is under siege by Yelp reviewers. The restaurants are still refusing to be intimidated. and the Yelp reviewers are- [quickly ducks as the gunfire hits very close to him] -and the Yelp reviewers are preparing for all-out war. [real war footage is shown] The angry Yelp reviewers are demanding special treatment at all city restaurants. They claim that as local food critics they deserve respect and that all who oppose them will suffer. The online restaurant critics are getting ready to bring businesses to their knees, and some are already closing their doors. [Nueva Familia is shown...]
Reporter	One local restaurant worker actually called out the Yelp critics' leader.
David	I guess you win, huh, big shot?! If you really are any kind of important to anybody, then get your bullshit food critic ass to the south of town and face me! Because you aren't a food critic, and you aren't important! [Sgt. Yates looks at the screen in the police station] And unless you're a chicken, I'll see you south of town! [Yates walks into his office and gets his coat]
Barkley	Where are you going, sir?
Sgt. Yates	You heard him. Little Mexican kid called me out. [shows his gun, then places it back in its holster] If he wants to fight me, that's fine.
Barkley	You need backup sir?
Sgt. Yates	No, he's just calling me out. [turns and walks out]
Barkley	God bless you sir.
Sgt. Yates	I know!
	The south of town, a big meadow or park on the outskirts of town. David marches towards the meeting point. Kyle runs up to catch him
Kyle	David! Dude, wait! [Kyle is next to him now] Dude, you don't wanna do this. You don't know what Cartman's capable of.
David	Where I come from, we settle things with our fists!
Kyle	But this isn't Mexico.
David	I'm not from Mexico, dude! I'm from Idaho! [Kyle glances away, embarrassed] I'm gonna show this prick how we do things in Boise!
Cartman	Oh, hello David! [Cartman is flanked by hundreds of Helpers]
Kyle	Alright, you've got your army! You've got your followers! If you're such a great leader, then just tell the city what you want, fat-ass!
Gerald	Don't call me fat, son! I'm doing this because they've-
Sgt. Yates	What I want is to be able to lead these fine people with the respect and the dignity-
Yelper 1	I didn't ask to be the leader, I was appointed! You see, I'm extremely important to this town, and I'm not going to be-
Yelper 2	My journey is this town's food- [soon everyone is talking over each other, and David and Kyle just look at each other.]
Yelper 3	You've made these people feel unwanted, and now they look to me for answers.
Gerald	Now here I stand, vulnerable, afraid, and yet willing to do what the people of this-
Male food critic	And so we said "to hell with it!" And we took the challenge to go from the town's food critics to the town's spiritual leaders! What do we want?
Yelper 4	[another woman] People would say "Oh, you're just a food blogger. You're just a tiny voice in the crowd. Well now my voice is heard, and I will-" [her voice melts into the other voices]
Cartman	...wanted special privileges, but these people think I should have them! Right, guys? Maybe I don't deserve special treatment, but how else can I be the elite food critic they want? [more chatter]
Kyle	[after a few moments] Every person here thinks this is about them.
David	I think I know what to do.
Kyle	Yeah. Me too.
	They Mayor's office, day. Mayor McDaniels sits at her desk, with several townsfolk standing behind her. Kyle stands to the right of the desk in a suit. Fanfare plays
Mayor McDaniels	And for all your service to this community, we want to once and for all declare you our most elite food critic. To distinguish you, we present to you... the Golden Badge. [an aide pins the badge on Gerald's coat] Wearing this badge means you will always get the special treatment that you deserve. [Johnson rings a bell and Fr. Maxi hums a short chant]
Gerald	Thank you, Mayor. It's a big responsibility, but I suppose I have to accept. I will do my best to serve this town.
Mayor McDaniels	We know you will. [shows him the exit. He turns right and walks out. Another aide closes the exit door]
Kyle	Okay, bring in the next one.
Mayor McDaniels	Mr. Davis, you have proven yourself a leader. And for all your service to this community, we want to once and for all declare you our most elite food critic. To distinguish you, we present the Golden Badge. [an aide pins the badge on Mr. Davis's coat]
Mr. Davis	[softly] Wwooww.
Mayor McDaniels	Wearing this badge means you will always get the special treatment you deserve. [Johnson rings the bell and Fr. Maxi hums the short chant]
	Nueva Familia, day. The signs that showed the restaurant was shutting down are gone; the Grand Opening sign remains
Davíd	Alright, we got all the restaurants to agree to let the Yelpers in and make them feel special.
Mr. Rodriguez	How did you do it, son?
	(vernacular), dinnertime. An elite food critic is about to order.
Diner 3	Hi, yes, the steak, please. [points to his golden badge] I'm the uh Yelp elite. [the waiter takes his order to the kitchen and...]
Waiter	Alright, we got a Yelper. Give it that special attention.
Chef	Youuu got it! [puts his finger into his nose and pulls out some boogers, and smears them on the steak.]
	Montage. What follows is a series of scenes showing cooks and waiters doing nasty things to Yelpers' dishes, including more boogers on them, masturbating to them, peeing on them, farting on them, etc... Some examples; Mr. Kim masturbating onto a plate of broccoli chicken, then serving it to the food critic couple, and grinning to himself; a Steed chef masturbates onto a plate of thin steaks and gives it to a waiter, who serves it to Sgt. Yates; Gerald finishes a review, then eats crab legs at a fine restaurant. Back at (vernacular), a waiter farts on a salad and gives it to the female food critic. Later, the couple critiques the restaurant's décor to the greeter. Whistlin' Willy serves up three pizzas to three different elite Yelpers. Sgt. Yates is back at the office writing another review.
Lead singer	So you're one of Yelpers' special blessed. You demand a restaurant's very best. Well they're gonna treat you special, I'm tellin' you, chum. Now get yourself ready for some boogers and cum!
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	That's called the Yelper Special!
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	Say, what's that on your pretzel?
	together
Lead singer	Your online critiques are real useful to some.
Backup singers	Oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo
Lead singer	Now have a good time eatin' boogers and cum.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	Someone farted on your salad.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	But your décor critiques are valid.
	together
Lead singer	You think you're special, like you're A #1!
Backup singers	Oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo
Lead singer	Well there's a whole lot of special in
All Singers	Boogers and cum.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	How 'bout some feces with your flounder?
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	You like that queefy quarter pounder?
	together
Diner 4	What's that spice that feels tangy on my tongue?
Backup singers	Oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo
Waiter 2	Oh that's a yuzu pepper [to himself] along with some boogers and cum
	At the school cafeteria
Davíd	Here you are, sir.
Cartman	Why thank you, David. That's good service.
Davíd	I will bring you food every day, my friend.
Cartman	Mmmm, is that a jalapeño cream sauce?
Davíd	Yes. My father made it just for youuu.
Cartman	Hmmm. It's tart, but savory.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
	Back to random shots
Lead singer	Bein' a food critic's easy!
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	Oh, you feel a little queasy?
	together
Lead singer	Do you need a diagnosis? Well doctor's got one.
Backup singers	Oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo
Dr. Doctor	Your stomach seems to be filled with boogers and cum.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	Piss in your potatoes.
Backup singers	Boogers and cum.
Lead singer	Some guy shit on your tomatoes. Alright, fancy food critic, looks like you've won. Now please enjoy all the boohoohoogers. Boohoohoohoohoohoogers. Aaannnddd. Cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!
Backup singers	Boogers and cum!
Fin de On accepte pas les critiques