A/N: Based on an RP with a dear friend of mine, we only own our OC's and everyone else belongs to Matt Groening. We started this RP last August and I just wanna say right here and right now that there will be familiar guest stars if you're in the same fan community as we are, but I won't tell you what they are right now, you'll just have to read ahead. This is the episode "Stark Raving Dad". Anyway, please Read & Review!
The day was a normal, bright but cloudy day. The houses along Evergreen Terrace were quiet. However inside one there was a bit of arguing going on. "Bart, do the laundry." the blue haired lady, Marge, said to her spiky haired ten-year-old son.
A girl, who was taller than the boy, but skinnier than him, stood next to him. Her hair was in an updo with a plait running across the top of her head. "Uh-oh..." she says quietly.
The boy, Bart, moaned a bit and did as told. He collected Homer's white shirts and took them down to the basement and tossed them in. He did the best to his abilities and he shrugged and tossed in his red baseball cap. He then started the machine and came back upstairs.
"You remember what's coming up in a few days, right, Stacey?" a spiky haired girl named Lisa holding a baby with similar hair asked.
"Yeah, of course, Lis... You'll be eight." Stacey says with a smile. She was the one who barely forgot anyone's birthday or any other special day.
Marge was cooking what they were having for dinner. The baby, who was called Maggie, sucked on her pacifier.
"You remembered, right, Mom?" Lisa asked Marge.
Bart came upstairs as the washing machine was rocking back and forth.
"Sure, sure honey..." Marge says, a bit busy right then.
Stacey looked at Bart and then Lisa. She raised an eyebrow at Marge. Maggie sucked on her pacifier, looking at Lisa. Lisa sighed a little, hoping everyone would remember her birthday and she would have a good day. At least Stacey was there for her.
Homer came in, feeling hungry and sniffed the air inside his house as he came into the kitchen. "Dinner almost ready?"
"Yes, Homie... Will be done soon..." Marge tells her husband, smiling.
"Lisa, can you come up to our room a moment?" Stacey asks her younger sister, smiling.
Maggie sucked her pacifier.
Homer wooted, then looked at his very dirty shirt and shrugged. "Meh, that stain will come out..."
"Sure." Lisa smiled, then handed Maggie to Bart and went upstairs with her elder sister.
"Aw, gross!" Bart winced.
"Bart's just put some washing in the laundry..." Marge told Homer.
Maggie glared at Bart, sucking her pacifier angrily. Bart glared back, growling.
"You better not have screwed it up, boy!" Homer threatened his only son.
Marge went to check on dinner again. Maggie literally spat her pacifier at Bart's head. Bart grunted in pain and rubbed his head. Maggie got out of Bart's arms, picked up her pacifier and brushed it on her onsie and then stuck it in her mouth. She then gave a squeaky 'hmf' and walked away as best she could.
"Kids these days..." Bart huffed, then climbed into a chair next to Homer. "Dinner, dinner, dinner!" the boy pounded his hands against the table with a fork and knife.
Marge chuckled. She brought out plates of food and placed them on the table. "I'll just go and get Lisa and Stacey." she says.
Homer joined Bart in the chanting and they started eating like pigs.
Stacey took Lisa up to their shared room. She reached under her bed and pulled out something for Lisa. It was a medium flat box.
"What is it?" Lisa looked with content and excitement.
Stacey smiled happily. "It's something you can open before your birthday." she says. She handed it to the young girl.
Lisa smiled, sat on her bed and started to unwrap the gift happily. Stacey sat on her bed watching Lisa, the smile still on her face. It was a new dress, in Lisa's favorite color, and underneath the dress was a new piece of music for the saxophone.
"Oh, Stacey!" Lisa held the dress close to herself and looked in the mirror. "It's wonderful! I think I'll wear it on my birthday, and is this new music?" she then took out the paper sheet music and examined through it, hearing the tunes in her head.
Stacey smiled happily. "Yes, Lis... I thought you'd like it... I know you like Jazz mostly." she tells her sister.
"You know me well, sis." Lisa was glad to have at least one person in the house she could relate to.
Marge called Lisa and Stacey and then went and sat down herself, after placing Maggie in her high chair. Maggie started to eat fast too.
Stacey smiled and half-hugged Lisa. "We have to stick together," she informs the girl. "Now come on, let's get dinner." she says.
Lisa smiled and put her new dress and mouth piece away by her bed and went down with Stacey to some dinner. She started humming Happy Birthday to herself.
"LISA! Keep down that racket!" Homer snapped.
"I'm not playing my saxophone, Dad!" Lisa defended.
"Oh, okay." Homer shrugged, then ate again.
Stacey, who sat next to Lisa now, looked at the girl. She gave a tiny smile. She then looked at their father before eating from her own plate. It was a goat's cheese salad and a little bit of honey too. Maggie and Marge were busy shoving the food into their mouths too.
"This certainly is interesting..." Lisa observed and sat down to eat.
Bart started poking Lisa out of boredom. Marge smiled slightly at her two elder daughters. She had made that salad specially for the both of them. Stacey didn't notice Bart poking Lisa yet, as she wasn't looking at that moment.
"Bart, quit it!" Lisa snapped at her older brother.
"I didn't do nothing!" Bart snapped back at her.
"Did so!"
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
"Did not!"
Homer kept eating, trying to ignore his kids.
Stacey looked between her younger siblings and sighed. "Bart, stop annoying Lisa..." she says.
Marge told both children to stop it. Maggie clapped her hands a little.
"But, Mom! Lisa started it!" Bart protested.
Lisa grunted and kept eating, smiling at the food she was eating.
"I'm telling you both to stop it." Marge says simply. She just wanted a nice peaceful dinner.
Stacey looked calmly at Bart. "Lisa told you to quit what you had done, so she didn't start it..." she informs him. She however grinned. "If you don't annoy her for the rest of the night you'll get something nice." she tells him, trying to practically bribe him.
Lisa smirked at Bart.
The boy growled, then beamed at Stacey. "Something nice? Just for me? But my birthday's not even coming up!"
Marge looked at Stacey.
Stacey nodded. "I know, but you have to not annoy Lisa, at least not for tonight." she says. She knew Bart couldn't do it for more than one night at once and so was trying to help so at least that night would be peaceful.
"You got a deal, sister!" Bart shook her hand.
Homer kept eating and saw Maggie wanted to play peek-a-boo. "Huh? Oh, okay, where's Daddy? Where's Daddy?" he put his hands over his eyes, leaving his food unattended for Maggie to steal from his plate.
Stacey smiled and nodded. "Okay, eat up now." she says softly.
Marge looked relieved a little. Maggie took some of Homer's food and ate some before sharing with Santa's little Helper. Bart laughed and started eating quietly.
"He's not gonna make it." Lisa shook her head as she ate, doubting her brother as this score was settled between him and her sister.
The dog took some and licked some splotches on the floor.
"Here's Daddy!" Homer grinned, showing his eyes to the baby.
Stacey was willing to give Bart a try, after all he could do it if he wanted the treat she'd get him. Maggie stopped and giggled as Homer did it.
"Atta girl, Maggie." Homer laughed, then was about to eat more on his plate, but saw all his food was gone. "Hmm?"
Bart kept eating and did it a bit more quietly than before. Stacey soon finished her salad and sat waiting for the other's to finish. Marge finished herself. And Maggie had finished before which was why she stole some of Homer's.
"Maaarge, all my food disappeared..." Homer whined.
"Like you need to gain a few thousand more pounds." Bart laughed.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-" Homer started to strangle the boy, making him gag and flail his arms out.
Marge scowled at Homer. However Stacey beat her to what she was going to say.
"Dad! Stop it!" Stacey exclaims, she wasn't used to seeing violence like that.
"But he started it!" Homer protested like he was the child and Stacey was his mother.
Marge looked at Homer. She loved him dearly but hated him strangling Bart.
"I don't care, you can't strangle a ten-year-old like that." Stacey tells her father. She was kind of reacting like Homer's mother did when Abe used to punish Homer over silly things.
Homer groaned and kept eating his food. Bart cackled at his father getting in trouble.
"I hope you all remembered what's coming up in a few days..." Lisa gently reminded the relatives who weren't Stacey.
Stacey looked at Lisa, her face softening a little.
Marge looked at Lisa. "What, honey?" she asks.
Maggie clapped a little.
Lisa looked at her mother oddly. "You know... The same day that happened that very date going on eight years ago, Mom?"
"Sweetie, we'd never forget a special day," Homer told her, smiling, petting her spiky hair. "Now, if you remind Daddy like the good little girl you are, you can have whatever you want."
Bart paused from eating, then made a thinking face like he were trying to crack this case as well.