A/N: Hello, everybody! Orangebird124 is back and so is Fergus the "werewolf" dog! Now, before we get started, I have some very sad news to tell all of you. Mrs. Krabappel, Bart's 4th grade teacher, is no longer gonna be on "The Simpsons" because in the season 25 episode "The Man Who Grew Too Much", she died and is officially retired. Anyway, I'm going to make a sequel from the season 22 episode, "MoneyBart" and that title is called "MoneyTodd". It's gonna be similar from "The Sandlot" and "The Sandlot 2" but kind of different. (I like those movies, by the way.) This story will take place after my original story, "Bart and Lisa: A Sibling Rivalry" and the episode, "MoneyBart". Just be aware that this story contains potty mouth language which may be considered to be inappropriate for people under 15 years of age because the story is rated 'T' for teen. Ok, enough of that. This sequel starts in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
MoneyTodd
Chapter 1
I Hate Mondays
You see that town over there? That's Springfield, home of where the three-eyed fishes live. This story happened not so long ago. The rooster crowed loudly as the sun came up.
So, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed when all of a sudden, my Krusty the Clown clock went off at 7:00a.m.
"Hey, hey, kids!" the alarm clock rang that sounded like Krusty as he gave his goofy laugh. "Time to get up! Time to get up! Time to get up!"
I hit the stop button and yawned, "Oh, God. It's that time again…"
Suddenly, I fell off the edge of the bed and landed on my head!
"D'oh!" I groaned.
There, I laid on my back and said drowsily, "I hate Mondays…"
Ay, caramba! I almost forgot to introduce you myself! The name's Bartholomew J. Simpson, but everybody calls me Bart for short. I don't know why, but I like it. I'm ten years old and I love playing pranks on people and getting into trouble.
Anyway, I pushed myself up, I shook my head in a fast motion and looked at the clock. It was 7:05a.m. Then, I looked at the bathroom which was across from my bedroom and then Lisa's bedroom.
"Oh, Lisa's not gonna beat me to the bathroom this time!" I said fiercely, as I quickly ran into the bathroom.
Fortunately, I made it to the bathroom! Whew! I quickly locked the bathroom door so that nobody, I mean nobody could interrupt me.
"Bart Simpson, you've done it again." I said proudly.
I walked over to the sink, opened the cabinet and took out my toothbrush and my toothpaste.
As I began brushing my teeth, I noticed that my foot was tapping.
"What the…?" I said curiously, as I looked down to my tapping foot.
It quickly gave me an idea and then, I began to snap my fingers along.
"Oh, yeah. I like that." I said as I continued to brush my teeth. "Aw, crap! I missed a spot!"
A smile came on my face and I began to sing. "Oh, she's a brick house! She's mighty, mighty, just letting it hang out. She's a brick house. That lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back."
I began dancing crazily while brushing my teeth, but still sung, "Ow, she's a brick house! We're here together everybody knows this is how the story goes."
In my imagination, I was an explorer exploring the safari alone.
"She knows she's got everything that a woman needs to get a man." I sung happily, as I read my Radioactive Man comic book while walking.
Suddenly, a rattlesnake came out of the ground and hissed at me!
"How can she lose with such a youth?" I sung, as I chopped off the rattlesnake's body in half with my knife. "36-24-36, what a winning hand!"
Next, I imagined I was relaxing on my inflatable tube in the middle of the ocean.
"She's a brick house. She's mighty, mighty just letting it all hang out." I sung, as I drank a can of soda. "Yeah, she's a brick house. Oh, that lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding nothing back."
Without noticing, a sea monster came up behind me! I turned around quickly and began to swim away with my hands.
"Oh, she's a brick house! Yeah, she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon!" I sung nervously, as I tried to get away from the sea monster. Suddenly, it swallowed me up as I screamed!
Back in reality, I finished brushing my teeth, jumped into the shower and took off my pajamas. (And of course, my underwear.) As I had the curtain shower closed, I turned on the water.
"The clothes she wears, her sexy ways. Make an old man wish for younger days, yeah, yeah!" I sung, as I began washing my body.
I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and rubbed it on my head, still singing, "She knows she's built and knows how to please."
I scrubbed my head with the shampoo and it almost transformed into an Elvis Presley hairdo!
"Sure enough to knock a strong man to his knees cause she's a brick house! Yeah, she's mighty, mighty just letting it all hang out." I sung, as I grabbed a bar of soap and continued to wash my body.
"Brick house. That lady's stacked and that's a fact. Ain't holding nothing back, yeah!"
As I continued to sing in the shower, my eight year old lame-o sister, Lisa woke up in her room and looked at the clock. It was 7:20a.m.
She gasped loudly and jumped out of her bed and ran to the bathroom door, only to find it locked.
"Open the door, Bart! Open the door this instant!" yelled Lisa.
She banged and kicked on the bathroom door several times, but nothing worked.
"Ow! Brick house! Yeah, she's mighty, mighty just letting it all hang out. Ah, what a brick house!" I sung loudly, as I danced in the shower. "Yeah, she's the one, the only one built like an Amazon, yeah!"
"Bart, I am not kidding! Open this door! Open it, I say!" Lisa yelled angrily, as she kept banging on the bathroom door. "Come on, Bart! Why did you have to do this to your sister?!"
At last, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, dried myself up and put it around me. Then, I got out of the tub, wiped the mirror from the steam and sung once more, "Brick house!"
"Thank you, thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. I'll be here on the weekends." I said, in a deep voice that sounded like Elvis Presley.
"BART SIMPSON!" I heard Lisa scream at the top of her lungs.
I held up my towel and unlocked the bathroom door.
"Morning, Lis. What's with all the screaming?" I said.
"What the hell were you doing in there?!" she yelled in anger.
"Just taking a shower. Besides, I gotta go get ready for school and so do you." I said with a smirk, as I bopped Lisa's nose.
"Ugh! You're such a jackass!" Lisa groaned, as she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I chuckled to myself as I went back to my room.
"Bart! You left your pajamas in the bathroom!" called Lisa.
"I'll pick it up later!" I called back.
Just as I got my blue shorts, socks and shoes on, I went into my drawer, looking for my usual shirt.
"Where is it? Where is it?" I said to myself.
Then I pulled it out and said proudly, "Aha! There you are!"
I put it on and looked at my Krusty the Clown clock. It was 7:30a.m.
"Uh-oh! I got a half hour left before the school bus gets here!" I cried.
I ran out of my room, slid on the stair rail, but I crashed to the floor and landed on my head.
"Oh, damn it!" I mumbled, looking all agitated.
I pushed myself up and I smelt something yummy.
"Whoa, mama!" I cried, as I ran straight into the kitchen.
I saw a tall blue haired lady making pancakes. That lady is my mother, Marge Simpson.
"Good morning, sweetie." said Marge, as she put the last pancake on top of the other onto the plate. "Are you all ready for school?"
"Ugh, what the hell do you think, Mom?" I groaned, as I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.
"I made some pancakes for you." replied Marge, as she put my breakfast down on the table.
"Love you, Mom!" I said, as I blew her a kiss.
I looked around for the syrup for my pancakes, but it wasn't there.
"Hey Mom, where's the syrup?" I asked.
"I put it in the fridge. You'll find it there." Marge answered.
"Gotcha! Thanks!" I said, as I bounced out of my seat and went to the fridge.
I opened it and found the syrup which was next to the Duff beer. Then, I snatched it and brought it over to the table. I opened up the syrup and poured it onto my pancakes.
"Uh, honey, don't use too much syrup because of all that sugar." warned Marge seriously.
"Oh, chill out, Mother." I scoffed, as I put down the syrup. "It's just a sugar breakfast. Besides, syrup doesn't hurt anybody."
"Well, I'm gonna go wake up Maggie." Marge said, as she started to leave the kitchen.
She then, turned to me and said sternly, "Don't do anything stupid!"
"Yes, ma'am!" I said with my mouth full.
As I continued to eat my breakfast, I heard Lisa walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I pretended to act natural and to pretend she wasn't here. Then, an idea came into my head.
This is gonna be so hilarious… I thought mischievously. Really hilarious as Hell.
Lisa went into the cabinet and pulled out a box of Belfast Charms. Next, she took out a bowl and poured some in. She went into the fridge and took out a carton of milk and poured it on top of her cereal, got a spoon from a drawer and went over to the table and sat down.
I giggled to myself from underneath the table, but Lisa heard me and looked down, only to be greeted by my butt.
"Excuse me, I'd like to "ass" you a few questions." I said in a deep, gruff voice, making my butt move.
"God, this is not the time, Bart. If Mom, Dad and Grandpa come in to the kitchen and sees you fooling around like this, you're in dead meat." Lisa said, as she rolled her eyes.
I came out from the table and sat down. "I really don't know what the hell is your problem, Lisa. You've been like this ever since you got up."
"One, you locked the bathroom door and you were taking a shower too long and two, I'm trying to start off the day good until you wrecked it!" said Lisa, looking all agitated.
"Listen, dollface. You overslept and you were banging on the door. Why can't you be more patient?" I said, looking all agitated as I ate my pancakes.
"I don't know, why can't you be a kinder brother and get over it?" growled Lisa, as she ate her cereal.
"Well, why can't you live in the doghouse with Santa's Little Helper?" I said, as I lightly banged the table.
Lisa gasped and then stared at me for a long time.
Ay caramba. I thought nervously. I didn't mean to say that.
"You. Take. That. Back. Bart. Simpson." she snarled angrily.
Without saying another word, I got out of my seat and walked over to freezer. I took out a few ice cubes, perhaps like five. Then, I snuck behind Lisa and dropped the ice cubes down her back.
"Aah! Aah! Oh, God! Oh, God! It's so cold! Brrrrr!" she yelled, as she jumped up and down like a jumping bean.
I began to laugh hysterically and pointed my finger at her.
"Who did this to me? I'm really cold! Somebody help me!" Lisa screamed. "Oh my God! I'm getting goose bumps on my arms!"
"Hey, are you cold or are you jumping around like a lunatic?" I laughed, as I wiped a tear away from my eye. "Well, that is to laugh!"
Lisa stopped jumping and growled at me angrily. She then charged right at me!
"Oh, crap." I said nervously.
She tackled me down to the kitchen floor and strangled me. Then, I grabbed Lisa's neck and strangled her back. We rolled back and forth and then, Lisa threw me off and I crashed my head into one of the cabinets.
"Ok, come on!" I shouted furiously. "You wanna piece of me?!"
I grabbed the syrup from the table and fired it at Lisa. The syrup was all over Lisa's face.
I was about to whistle for my dog, Santa's Little Helper to come, but Lisa threw her cereal right at my face.
The cereal and the milk were all over my face. Furiously, I pinned Lisa to the floor, grabbed her flailing arms and threw them above her head. I used my free hand and fired some more syrup onto her face.
Lisa wiggled out of my grip and snatched the syrup away from me.
"Give that back, you bastard!" I snarled furiously.
"No way!" yelled Lisa, as she threw the syrup at me.
Fortunately, I dodged it and cackled, "Ha, ha! You missed!"
Without noticing, the school bus stopped at our house and Otto Mann, the school bus driver honked the horn.
I went into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of seltzer.
"I got you now, Lisa Simpson!" I yelled angrily.
Lisa gasped as her eyes widened and saw me shake the seltzer in a very fast motion. "Don't you dare, Bart Simpson!" she shouted.
I pretended not to hear her as I walked over to her, opened the seltzer and sprayed it right on Lisa's face.
"Baaaarrrrtttt!" spluttered Lisa. "I can't breathe!"
"Yeah, you like that?! That feel good?! Huh?!" I barked angrily, as I continued spraying the seltzer on Lisa's face.
All of sudden, Lisa kicked me right in the crotch. Hard. I dropped the seltzer and myself to the floor, holding my crotch in pain.
"Argh! Ow! Jesus Christ, what the hell is the matter with you?!" I groaned madly, as I held my crotch and rolling back and forth.
I watched Lisa go in the fridge and took out a carton of eggs.
"It's payback time, Bart!" Lisa shouted madly.
"Oh, God! Lisa, don't even think about it!" I groaned, as I tried to push myself up.
Lisa ignored me and threw an egg right on my shirt. Yolk spilled all over.
"Oh, that is just…" I said sarcastically, as I pushed myself up.
Lisa threw another egg at me. Only this time, it was on my right shoe.
"You may have won the battle, but the war is not…" I growled, as I aimed my finger at Lisa.
However, we heard a voice yell that sounded like our father, Homer Simpson.
"BART AND LISA SIMPSON!" he yelled furiously, as he came into the kitchen.
We stopped fighting and looked at Homer with a hard stare. Then, we both gulped.
"I thought I heard some fighting going on here!" Homer said angrily. "Is this some kind of food fight?!"
"Uh, uh, uh…" stammered Lisa nervously.
"H-H-H-Hi Homer. Top of the morning, huh?" I said nervously.
"I was in the middle of reading my daily newspaper when I heard you two screaming!" he growled.
"What are you two doing?!" asked Marge furiously, as she came into the kitchen with our one year old sister, Maggie Simpson.
"Well, I was trying to eat my breakfast but all of a sudden, Bart tried to ruin my morning!" said Lisa, looking all agitated as she waved her arms up and down.
"Kids, I've told you a thousand times, no fighting!" scolded Marge. "We love you very much, but you're not in a competition with each other. Right, Homer?"
Homer ignored Marge as he played on his MyPhone, giggling.
"Homer, are you even listening to me?!" Marge said, looking all annoyed as she snapped her fingers.
"Can't talk now, Marge." replied Homer, as he kept his eyes on his MyPhone. "I'm playing Furious Fliers."
"Homer, turn that off and help me!" she shouted, as she left the kitchen with him.
Lisa and I stared at each other angrily.
"You know, this is really all your fault, Bart! I am so mad at you!" snarled Lisa furiously.
"So what, Lisa? Are you mad because you overslept?" I said, looking all agitated.
"It's not about me oversleeping, it's about you trying to ruin my morning!" yelled Lisa, as she went over to the sink to wash her face.
"You're such a jerk, Lisa. I mean, I really wish you were born with the Flanders." I said madly, as I picked up my dish and prepared to clean it.
Lisa finished washing her face, ignored me and went to go find her backpack. Then, she saw our family cat, Snowball V. Snowball V looks like our old cat, Snowball II who got hit by a car.
"Good morning, Snowy." cooed Lisa, as she bended down to pet the cat. "Did you sleep good last night?"
Snowball V leapt right into Lisa's arms and purred happily.
"Sorry about what happened this morning." Lisa said, trying to stay calm. "I overslept because I heard Bart singing in the bathroom."
"Lisa, what the hell are you doing now?!" I yelled, trying not to laugh.
All of a sudden, Snowball V gave out a loud meow and ran away from Lisa.
"Snowball, wait! Where are you going?" Lisa cried.
Then, I burst out laughing hysterically again as I picked up my backpack.
"Got'cha!" I laughed.
Lisa looked at me, still growling, that she didn't notice she heard Otto honk the horn again.
"What the hell is your problem, Bart?!" she hollered madly.
"Hey, hey, hey. There's no need to get upset easily." I chuckled nervously. "I mean, we can still talk this out. Am I right?"
Before Lisa could attack me again, the bus began to leave.
We gasped and ran over to the window in the living room.
"THE BUS!" we screamed loudly.
Then, we quickly ran out of the house.
"Hey, keep the screaming down, kids!" Homer called. "You just made me lose and now I gotta start again!"
"Wait! Wait! Otto, stop the bus!" I exclaimed.
"Wait for us! Don't go without us!" Lisa yelled.
"Wait! Wait! Otto Mann!" I cried.
Lisa and I tried to catch up with our school bus, but unfortunately, it was too late. The bus drove away until we couldn't see it anymore.
I watched Lisa drop to her knees and began hitting the sidewalk angrily.
"Oh, NO! Ah, God damn it! We're stranded! WE'RE STRANDED ON A FRIGGING SIDEWALK!" screeched Lisa loudly, as she punched the sidewalk with her free wrist.
I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to my sister.
"Uh, Lisa?" I said nervously, as I put my hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly, Lisa stood up and snarled, "YOU!"
I began to back up as if Lisa was planning to hit me again.
"L-L-Lisa, before you start attacking me again, why not attack that old man across the street?" I said nervously, as I pointed over to an elderly man.
That elderly man appears to be Hans Moleman. He's 31 years old, but due to his heavy drinking, it ruined his life and he usually carries a cane with him. Although, he kind of reminds me of Grandpa.
"Oh-no, this isn't about me. This is about you, so I cannot help you." said Hans, as he shook his finger at me.
Then, he looked both ways and began to cross the street. Suddenly, he fell into a pothole as he screamed!
"Yeah, thanks a lot, ya barnacle head!" I shouted sarcastically, as I face palm myself on my forehead.
"Shut up! Just shut up, you idiot!" snarled Lisa angrily.
"Lis, this is no time to panic." I replied calmly.
"Are you nuts?! This is a perfect time to panic!" Lisa talked back. "We're stranded, the bus is gone, school's gonna be starting in less than an hour and it's all your fault!"
"My fault? What did I ever do to you?!" I scoffed, looking all agitated.
Lisa ignored me as she turned her back on me.
"I said, what did I ever do to you?!" I yelled a bit louder.
"You're a jerk and you know what you always do to me! You wreck my projects, try to accuse me and now you ruined my morning!"
"That's because you overslept, thinking it was a weekend all over again. Geez, go complain all about it on the Internet."
"What?! I'm not gonna do that! Why don't you just use your skateboard and move to Shelbyville?!"
I stood there frozen, without saying another word.
Use my skateboard? I thought. Suddenly, it gave me an idea!
"Use my skateboard!" I exclaimed happily. "Lisa, you're a genius!"
"I am?" she said curiously.
Without saying another word, I quickly ran back to the house and I came back with my skateboard in my hand.
Lisa looked at her watch on her wrist. It was 8:15a.m.
"Bart, we're not gonna get to school by skateboard. I'd rather walk." Lisa protested, as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't you wanna get there on time?" I asked cautiously.
"Uh, yeah…" she said.
"Well, let's go!" I interrupted impatiently, as I got on my skateboard. "This baby isn't gonna ride itself."
"Fine. I'm only doing it just for you." scoffed Lisa, looking all agitated, as she got on the skateboard and held onto my shoulders.
"Please keep your feet on the skateboard at all times. This ride may get bumpy and it's very fast, but in the meantime, enjoy the ride!" I announced.
"Bart, we're not in an amusement park." Lisa said.
"Oh, shut up, already." I groaned, looking all agitated.
"You shut up."
I put one foot down on the sidewalk and I began to ride on the skateboard, as Lisa held onto me tightly.
As soon as we got to the busy part of Springfield, which is the town center, I began riding on the streets, avoiding the cars from hitting me and Lisa.
"Hey, watch where you're going, kids!" the driver shouted.
"Bart, be careful!" screamed Lisa.
I sped up my skateboard some more, picked it up and it was hitting on top of the cars!
"Why can't you skateboard on the sidewalk?!" another driver shouted.
"Cowabunga!" I laughed.
"Bart, I'm gonna be sick!" gagged Lisa.
I didn't hear Lisa as I sped up my skateboard. Then, we landed safely on the sidewalk, but kept on going.
Tequila!
"Isn't this fun or what?" I laughed.
"No, it's not! We'll never make it to school on time!" Lisa moaned.
"Oh, quit being a sourpuss and enjoy the ride!"
As we went really fast, I saw a lady walking down the block carrying groceries. I gasped as I tried to jump over her, but I accidently knocked down her groceries!
"Hey, my groceries!" she cried.
"Sorry! We're in a rush to get to school on time!" called Lisa nervously.
"You'll pay for this one day!" the lady yelled madly, as she shook her fist.
I sped up my skateboard and jumped onto the cars as all the drivers yelled loudly, but I didn't see them.
We landed on the street and suddenly, a truck was coming right at us!
"Faster, Bart!" screamed Lisa.
"Ay caramba!" I screamed.
We dodged the truck just in time as I sped up my skateboard again.
Tequila!
"Whew! That was close!" I sighed with relief.
"Watch where you're going next time! You almost got us killed." protested Lisa madly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I said sarcastically.
Suddenly, we saw the flagpole. I went really fast and went on the sidewalk.
"Bart, we made it!" exclaimed Lisa happily.
"Well, what do you know?" I said.
"Thank you, Bart! Thank you!" she said happily.
Then, we saw everyone else getting off the school bus and into Springfield Elementary.
Tequila!
I got off the skateboard and picked it up.Then, I said, "Ugh, school. Here we go again."
Just as we went in the school, I saw my best friend, Milhouse putting his backpack into his locker.
"Hey, Milhouse! It's me, your best friend, Bart!" I called, as I waved my arms up and down.
"Bart! How're doing?" shouted Milhouse happily, as he came over to me and gave me a high five.
"Milhouse, my man!" I shouted.
"Hey, Milhouse." Lisa said, as she walked past by Milhouse.
"Lisa, hi there!" exclaimed Milhouse, as he picked her up and swung her around.
"Aah! Milhouse, put me down!" Lisa cried.
Milhouse ignored Lisa and kissed her on the cheek.
"Oh, God!" Lisa gasped, as she began to blush.
"Lisa and Milhouse sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I chanted in a sing-song.
"Hey, you stay out of this, Bart!" shouted Milhouse, looking all agitated, as he pointed his finger at me. "Can't you see I'm trying to get Lisa to be my girlfriend?"
"That's not happening yet, Milhouse!" yelled Lisa madly, as she pushed him away. "Ugh!"
Milhouse began to look nervous and then ran over to me.
"What on earth is her problem?" asked Milhouse nervously.
"She's upset since she got up this morning." I replied.
I went over to my locker to put my backpack away, but then I was greeted by a scary monster!
"ROOOAAARR!" the monster roared.
I recognized that voice and said in a bored tone, "Hey, how're doing, Ralph?"
Ralph Wiggum stopped roaring and quickly took his monster mask off.
"Awww! How'd you know it was me?" he asked sadly.
"Lucky guess." I said, as I looked at his teal shirt and put my backpack in my locker.
"Well, were you scared? Tell me honestly."
"I was close to being scared at that time."
"Oh, I'm going for some fearsome here, but I just don't feel it inside of me. I think I'm just coming off as annoying."
Lisa opened up her locker and then put her backpack away.
Maybe if I meditate after school, I might feel better. Lisa thought, as she tried to smile.
Suddenly, a girl with brown hair wearing a pink dress was walking to her locker and was about to put her backpack away. Lisa recognized that girl. It was her fair-weather friend, Janey Powell.
"JANEY!" screamed Lisa happily.
Janey turned around and saw Lisa running towards her and screamed happily, "LISA!"
The two girls hugged each other tightly, laughing.
Oh-no, not Janey. I thought, looking all agitated, as I rolled my eyes.
"Janey, you're back! Oh my God, I missed you so much!" laughed Lisa, as she hugged Janey.
"I missed you too, Lisa! I bet you thought I wasn't gonna come to school today." laughed Janey, as she hugged back Lisa.
Suddenly, Ralph jumped between the girls and roared again!
Janey scoffed as she took the mask off of Ralph's face. "Nice try, Ralph. You don't scare us."
"Aw, come on! I was just trying to be a good monster!" complained Ralph sadly.
"Hey, I got an idea, Ralph." I replied, as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Why not come over to my house after school?"
"Can we play with wiggle puppy?" asked Ralph happily, as he jumped up and down.
I rolled my eyes. "No, Ralph. We're not playing with Wiggle Puppy. He's made up! I'm inviting you to play one of my zombie games to help you become a better…"
"Better… what do you call it?" I said, trying to think.
Suddenly, I heard the school bell ring. Principal Skinner walked by and saw us standing there.
"Well, well, well. Shouldn't you kids be getting to class by now?" said Principal Skinner.
"Shouldn't you be gay by now?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
Lisa then punched me in the arm.
"Ow!" I protested, as I rubbed my arm.
Then, he stared at us with a stern look.
"Well, you have a good day, Principal Skinner." Lisa said politely.
"One more slick move like that, and you'll be in detention for 250 days!" Principal Skinner said seriously. Then, he left.
"Bart, why would you do a thing like that? You almost got a detention slip!" Lisa said seriously.
"Yeah!" agreed Janey.
"Pfft. So what?" I scoffed, as I started to leave to go to my classroom with Milhouse. "I'll just tear it up into pieces and burn the whole school down into Hell."
"You'll be sorry, one day!" Janey called.
In Lisa's classroom, she and her friends were waiting patiently for their teacher, Ms. Hoover to come.
"I wonder what we're gonna learn about today?" asked a student named Becky.
"Maybe it'll be about the French Revolution." suggested a student named Chuck.
"I think it'll be about 'Barney the Dinosaur'." suggested Ralph.
Suddenly, Ms. Hoover came in and looked directly at Lisa.
"Lisa, could I speak to you for a moment, please?" asked Ms. Hoover politely.
"Me? But what did I do?" Lisa said, as she stood up from her seat.
"Come here." Ms. Hoover said, as she motioned her finger.
Lisa dragged her chair over to the teacher's desk and sat down.
"Lisa, it's the middle of April and it's the start of baseball season." Ms. Hoover said.
"Well, what does that got to do with it?"
"You're very smart and because of this, I'm gonna let you choose which baseball player you would like to learn about and we can do this together. What do you think of that?"
Lisa stared at Ms. Hoover for a few seconds and without warning, she leapt into her arms and hugged her tightly.
"Lisa, that…" Ms. Hoover laughed, as she hugged Lisa back. "That is the biggest hug in the world. I've never gotten a hug like that. Why, you're gonna hug all the air out of me!"
"Old McDonald had a farm!" sung Ralph loudly, as the rest of the class groaned. "E-I-E-I-O!"
"Oh, come on, Ralph!" yelled Janey angrily.
"Excuse me, Ralph." Ms. Hoover said sternly, as she came over to his desk.
"Yes, Ms. Hoover?" he said, as he stopped singing.
"Are you in preschool or in 2nd grade?"
"I'm at Ronald McDonald's house right now."
Ms. Hoover rolled her eyes and turned to the class.
"Ok, children. We are in the middle of April and we are gonna learn about baseball because their season just started." Ms. Hoover announced, as she went over to the chalkboard and wrote the word, 'baseball'.
"Here's a question; can anyone tell me who Babe Ruth was?"
Everyone raised their hands, yelling, "Me! Me! Me!"
"Allison."
"Ok, Babe Ruth was an American baseball player and his nickname was 'the Great Bambino'." answered Allison.
"Hey! I was gonna answer that question!" complained Lisa.
"Lisa, no calling out!" scolded Ms. Hoover. "If you would like to make a comment, please raise your hand."
"Sorry, Ms. Hoover." grumbled Lisa madly, as she folded her arms.
"Before we learn more about baseball, we're going to take a quiz." Ms. Hoover said.
"Yay!" everyone cheered.
"Oh my God! I love taking quizzes! It makes my brain super intelligent!" cheered Lisa happily.
"What kind of quiz are we gonna take, Ms. Hoover?" asked Chuck, as he raised his hand.
"It's about the weather." replied Ms. Hoover, as she passed out the papers to each desk.
"I like the weather." said Ralph. "The weather can change my mood."
"You will have 20 minutes to take your test, so begin now." she announced seriously.
20 minutes later, after everyone took their tests, Ms. Hoover marked their grades and passed to each of them.
"As usual, Ralph, 'F'." she said unhappily, as she gave Ralph his test to him.
Then, she went over to Janey's desk and gave her back her test and said, "Janey, 'A'."
"Yes!" Janey whispered loudly.
"Allison, well done. 'A' plus."
"Oh, yeah! I got an 'A' plus! Woohoo!" Allison cheered happily.
"Lisa, 'B' minus."
Lisa looked at her test and saw a 'B' minus on the top right hand corner.
"A 'B' minus?! Oh, come on!" exclaimed Lisa, looking all agitated. "I've gotten a lot of 'A's and now this?!"
"I'm sorry, Lisa." apologized Ms. Hoover seriously. "You made some errors and I had to give that 'A' plus to Allison."
Lisa stared at Allison as she smiled, waving that test in her hand.
"You did better than me?!" yelled Lisa.
"Uh-huh. I think I know a lot about weather than you." Allison said, smirking.
"I know a lot about weather too! Why can't you just give me back my 'A' plus?!"
"Because I've got a huge brain and I am extremely smarter than you." teased Allison, as she stared at Lisa. "You're probably losing your intelligence already."
Lisa then raised her arms in the air and screamed, "NOOOOOOOO!"
A/N: Wow, Lisa! Losing your intelligence already? Oh, boy! So, what did you think of the first chapter, guys? Did you like it? The song that Bart was singing in the shower was called, "Brick House" by the Commodores and "Tequila" by the Champs. Don't forget to review and be sure to stay tuned for chapter 2! (Hopefully, if I have time to publish it because baseball season just started.) Another thing, Snowball V aka Snowball II is alive and her death was a hoax. Also, Happy Mother's Day!