South Park Shorts Where's My Money A Family Guy Parody

[The short starts]

Cartman: Hey, it's me. Knock, knock. So, uh you got, uh, you got my money?

Cartman's Cat: Huh? Oh yeah, I'll pay you soon.

Cartman: Yeah, well, um here's a suggestion. Um, have the money by tomorrow and there won't be any problems.

Cartman's Cat: Huh?

Cartman: Yeah, 24 hours.

Cartman's Cat: Why, what-what happens in 24 hours?

Cartman: Huh? I dunno, I'm not psychic, man. I'm just saying it would probably be better for everybody if you had the money tomorrow.

Cartman's Cat: Uh, yeah, alright, I'll see what I can do.

Cartman: Sweet, sweet, great. Uh, how's everything else going?

Cartman's Cat: Good.

Cartman: Alright, alright. See you later. Don't forget! Nah, you're not gonna forget.

[Later...]

Cartman's Cat: [coming out of shower, opens door] Cartman? Yh, hey.

Cartman: Hey there. So, uh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money?

Cartman's Cat: Ah... You know what, just give me till next Friday, I'll have it for you.

Cartman: Oh. Oh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said have it today.

Cartman's Cat: Yeah, I don't have it, sorry.

Cartman: Oh, well, alright then. [drinks orange juice] Mmm, that's good O.J. [smashes glass on his cat's head]

Cartman's Cat: Aaargh! Aaarghh!!

Cartman: Yeah, that hurt?

Cartman's Cat: Aargh!

Cartman: That hurt?

Cartman's Cat: What the hell?! [continues yelling]

Cartman: Yeah, that don't feel so good, does it? No, huh? [punches his cat] Yeah, that's what happens, man!

Cartman's Cat: Oh, my God!

Cartman: Yeah, that's what happens. [punches his cat again] Where's my money?! You gonna give me my money? Where's my money, man?! [Cartman's Cat coughs up blood, Cartman gets towel rack, continuously hits her with it] Where's the money, man?! Yeah, you like that?! That feel good?! [holds her head in toilet water, His cat starts screaming more and Cartman takes her out of the toilet] Where's the money, man?! Where's my money?! You got till five o'clock. You hear me?! You got till 5 o'clock!

Cartman's Cat You freakin' psychopath!

Cartman: Yeah, clean yourself up.

[Later...]

Cartman's Cat: [incognito] Mornin'.

Cartman: Good day to you, sir. Wait a minute! What the hell?!

Cartman's Cat: Oh-h-h-h-- [Cartman pushes her down the stairs] Aaargh! Oh-ow-ow-ugh! Ohh... [Cartman hits her head with golf club] Argh!

Cartman: Getting real tired of you duckin' me, man!

Cartman's Cat: Oh, my God!

Cartman: Yeah, gettin' really tired. Huh?

Cartman's Cat: Ogh! Arg-argh!

Cartman: Where's my money?! Where's my money?! Yeah, you got money to pay for fake mustaches, huh? Yeah, huh? How much did you pay for that fake moustache?

Cartman's Cat: $2.99. [Cartman takes out a pistol shoots her left knee] Aaargh!! Ow! Oh! Oh..! Listen, you just gotta give me more ti...[Cartman shoots her right knee] Aaargh!

Cartman: Don't make a fool out of me, man. Don't make a fool out of me. I want my money. I want my money, man!

Cartman's Cat: Cartman, Listen, this is crazy, you got...Oh, my God! [Cartman shoots his flamethrower at her] Aaarrrgghhh! Aaagghh-aghh..! [the flames extinguish itself] All right, let's go the bank.

[The short ends]