It was a rather uneventful day for the Simpsons. Bart's best friend Milhouse was on a low-budget holiday at Cheaplins, Lisa's saxophone was broken and currently being repaired at King Toot's music store, Marge found there were no chores to be done and Homer was barred from his beloved pub Moe's after he accidentally mistook Moe for Bart and nearly strangled him to death.

"Homer, we usually go on an annual holiday this time of year and nothing's booked," said Marge, preparing to give Homer her familiar grunting.

She was sat on the couch next to homer as the kids (including Maggie) laid in front of the TV watching Itchy and Scratchy.

"I thought it was your turn," he frowned in response.

"It was my turn last year!"

"Oh, do I have to book this year's holiday?" moaned Homer.

"Yes you do. It's not just my job to book the family holidays. And while you're at it, check my emails. I'm expecting a email from Fanny Chmelar,"

Bart laughed as Marge got up and left the room.

"That prank went so viral that it ended up on The Chase. And nobody knows that it was my prank!" Bart told Lisa.

"And let me guess, you sent that first email from Fanny Chmelar to Mum?"

"Actually, that wasn't me,"

Just as Lisa began to suspect her Mum had been scammed, Homer laughed and shouted "Hey, it says he's scammed us out of a thousand dollars. This Fanny guy sure is funny!"

"He's said what?" Shouted Marge, running back into the living room in a panic.

She looked at the email and let out an audible gasp.

"We've been scammed!"

Bart looked up towards the ceiling above, feeling a huge tinge of guilt at the prank he had done. This was all his fault. Had he'd never done the prank in the first place, he had a feeling his mum would never have been scammed. Now they were out of pocket. And for what? A bit of fun? Not fun anymore. Eventually, he fell asleep and began to dream. He dreamt he was behind bars as Homer, Marge and Lisa pointed at him accusingly through the bars of the prison cell.

"This is all your fault!" Homer shouted at him. "Isn't that right, Yes Guy?"

The Yes Guy appeared to the left of Homer, himself pointing through the bars at Bart.

"Er…Yessssssssssssss!" He replied.

"Hello, Bart," Said a familiar voice.

Bart turned round to find Sideshow Bob approaching him from inside his cell. Sideshow Bob got out a sharp knife and swiped at him ferociously, laughing manically at his own insanity.

"Arghhhh!" Bart screamed as he woke up, his heart pounding quickly.

"….and Sideshow Bob killed me," Bart explained to the rest of his family sat at the table in front of him. "I'm sorry, Mum. It's all my fault,"

"No it isn't, sweetie. You were only having a bit of fun," Marge reassured her son.

"Your mother's right, Hugo…er, Bart," Homer added.

"All that matters now is that we find a way around this financial situation. I suggest we go the library,"

You always suggest we go to the library, Sis," said Bart, rolling his eyes.

"But there might be a book about how to get out of bad financial situations,"

"And equally, there might be a cool website on the internet about how to kick ass on someone," Bart said.

"BART!" Shouted Lisa, disapproving of Bart's idea. "We're not attacking the spammer. And besides, how would we find out who it is anyway?"

"I don't know," Bart shrugged. "Blackmail?"

"Bart, that's illegal!" Lisa protested.

"Your sister's right. Nobody is blackmailing anyone. Now, me and Lisa will be going to the Library. Bart, you help your Dad book a holiday,"

Homer squinted at the price marked on a site entitled "Be on a show". He was looking at a apply page for a show called "Take me in", which was advertising £1000($1642 once converted by the Simpsons) to be paid to contestants.

"Hey, that's how we could get some money back!" Homer said to Bart, who was sat next to him.

"I thought we were supposed to be booking a holiday?" Bart said, confused.

"We could centre this around the holiday,"

"Homer, I hate to remind you but you have a wife already. Why do you need to go on a dating show?"

"Duh. The money, idiot. And besides, they don't know we're married,"

Bart laughed and said "Mum is going to love this!"

"We're back!" Marge called as she and Lisa walked through the door, carrying huge piles of books. "Did you get anywhere with booking a holiday?"

Homer strode excitingly into the hallway and shouted "Yes! The Simpsons are going to Kent!"