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Suspects:
Waylon Smithers - Mr. Burn's loyal assistant\friend who crushes on him deeply.
Homer Simpson - The lazy employee of Mr. Burns. Burns can never remember his name.
Bart Simpson - The hooligan child who loves to cause mayhem.
Lisa Simpson - A smart creative girl who is very sweet and quirky.
Princapal Skinners - A middle aged principal who still lives with his mother.
Moe Schyzlack - A short-tempered bar-tender who is quite violent and threatening.
Barney Grumble - A drunk beer addict who visits Moe's bar daily.
Sideshow Bob - A crinimal mastermind who has gotten arrested for attempted murder.
Grounds Keeper Willy - The scottish groundskeeper of Springfield Elementary school with a bad temper.
Abraham Simpson - Homer Simpson's father who is very senile and living in a retirment home.
June 1st
Location - Springfield's powerplant, Mr. Burn's office.
"Smithers, give me my newspaper."
C. Montgomery Burns. Described by most citizens of Springfield as the greedy, cranky, power-hungery owner of Springfield's powerplant. The same powerplant that killed Smither's wifeless father from radiation exposion when he was a mere infant. Despite his father's tradgic death, Smithers whanted to do anything for whom most called Mr. Burns. He was not just the loyal assistant that never left his home even after work - He was his best friend... if not his only friend.
But prehaps there was another reason Smithers put up with his daily antics besides that he got lonely and he pittyed him. Deep down, most people in Springfield believed that Smithers was in love with his boss. In fact, everyone in town did believe so, and that Mr. Burns was too self-centered to either notice, or worse, to self centered to care.
"Coming sir!" Smithers called out and hurriedly grabbed the newspaper and dashed into his office, handing him the print.
Mr. Burns curled his lip into a cold smile "Excellent. Thank you, Smithers." He praised Smithers and pat him on the head as if she was merely a pet - but he bursted with pride and sat down beside him at his desk.
After a long pause for his reading, Mr. Burns grimaced at the paper and looked at his assistant with a bitter scowl "This is ridiculous!"
"What is ridiculous?" Smithers asked smoothly, glancing over at him with a confused look on his face.
"This headline: Springfield Elementary; from rags to riches. According to what it says, they found a pipe line that hit an oil leak, and that oil is going to gain them more money than anything this plant could ever imagine." Mr. Burns snarled, slapping a hand on the paper menacingly.
"Well, i suppose we'll just have to work harder." Smithers replied softly as he gathered his clipboard and pencil to report the work of Mr. Burn's employees and stood up, ready to get to work.
"Don't be rediculous!" Mr. Burns snapped, recoiling Smithers back into his seat instantly "I need that oil for myself so i can get that money! If anyone needs it, it's me."
Smithers frowned and opened his mouth to protest, but he closed it again in defeat, not wishing to defy his boss "Yes, sir."
Mr. Burns smiled triumphantly and reclined back on his chair, staring at the servalence moniter on the wall. He whatched for a moment or so before he turned to Smithers and said "Who is that?"
"Who is who?"
"That man right there." Mr. Burns pressed, pointing a bony finger at one of the tiny TV screens showing a man in his tiny office.
"That's Simpson, sir. Homer Simpson from sector 7G." Smithers replied, though he had answered that question many times before. For one reason or another, Mr. Burns could never remember that worker's identity.
"Bring him to my office before you leave, Waylon. I'd like to speak with him." Mr. Burns told him, and Smithers grinned.
"Yes, sir."