Bart's Krusty Alarm Klock begins to squirt water in his face at 7:03 AM.
Bart grumbles, as he slowly rises out of bed. He puts on his red shirt and
blue shorts, and puts his slingshot in his back pocket. After sensing that
he got up, the Krusty Alarm Klock stops squirting water. Bart walks
downstairs, and sees that Marge has prepared him a waffle. "Waffles again,"
he whines. "Why can't we have decent food in this place?"
"You used to love waffles," explains Marge. "What happened?"
"I'm tired of your stupid waffles! I want something new," he complains.
"Here, have some oatmeal, honey," she croaks.
"Oatmeal? Yuck! I guess I'll eat your waffles," he grumbles.
"There, that's the spirit," she remarks.
Bart slowly eats about half his waffle and the school bus then comes. He and Lisa both run off to the bus, the half of the waffle sitting there on the table. Marge groans her typical groan as she takes a bite of the waffle. "Boy, he's right! My waffles are pretty crummy," she cries.
Bart arrives at school, and when he gets to his classroom, Mrs. Krabappel announces, "Well, if one of you little kids wants to run for class president, feel free to do so."
No one raises their hand, so after some silence, Milhouse raises his hand and exclaims, "Ooh! Ooh! I'll run!"
Instantly after that, Bart raises his hand and exclaims, "Me too!"
Milhouse then glares at Bart. Bart glares at Milhouse as well. Mrs. Krabappel then says, "Ok, we have our two choices. Elections will take place in the auditorium in one week. These two candidates will each have a speech then as well."
During his lunch, Homer is eating his daily supplement of donuts, meaning a baker's dozen. His phone rings, and he is so shocked that he spits out the three donuts he has in his mouth and crumbs spew on the safety module, causing it to malfunction. Homer lets out a scream as he picks up the phone. A voice then asks, "Dad? This is Bart."
Homer then grumbles, "What do you want, boy?"
"Well, I was running for class president, and I was wondering if you ever did anything like that," Bart explains.
"Heh heh heh! Did I ever! I ran for junior class president in high school," Homer exclaims.
Bart then asks, "Dad, did you win?"
Homer then explains, "No, but I did get 17 votes…of course that was out of a class of 312."
Bart responds by explaining, "Well, dad…I'm sorry. But you lost, and I want advice from someone who won."
Homer then makes a depressed sound, and hangs up the phone. Homer's brain asks, "What did I ever do wrong? Oh well. Just look sad and say D'oh."
Homer then says, "D'oh…"
"You used to love waffles," explains Marge. "What happened?"
"I'm tired of your stupid waffles! I want something new," he complains.
"Here, have some oatmeal, honey," she croaks.
"Oatmeal? Yuck! I guess I'll eat your waffles," he grumbles.
"There, that's the spirit," she remarks.
Bart slowly eats about half his waffle and the school bus then comes. He and Lisa both run off to the bus, the half of the waffle sitting there on the table. Marge groans her typical groan as she takes a bite of the waffle. "Boy, he's right! My waffles are pretty crummy," she cries.
Bart arrives at school, and when he gets to his classroom, Mrs. Krabappel announces, "Well, if one of you little kids wants to run for class president, feel free to do so."
No one raises their hand, so after some silence, Milhouse raises his hand and exclaims, "Ooh! Ooh! I'll run!"
Instantly after that, Bart raises his hand and exclaims, "Me too!"
Milhouse then glares at Bart. Bart glares at Milhouse as well. Mrs. Krabappel then says, "Ok, we have our two choices. Elections will take place in the auditorium in one week. These two candidates will each have a speech then as well."
During his lunch, Homer is eating his daily supplement of donuts, meaning a baker's dozen. His phone rings, and he is so shocked that he spits out the three donuts he has in his mouth and crumbs spew on the safety module, causing it to malfunction. Homer lets out a scream as he picks up the phone. A voice then asks, "Dad? This is Bart."
Homer then grumbles, "What do you want, boy?"
"Well, I was running for class president, and I was wondering if you ever did anything like that," Bart explains.
"Heh heh heh! Did I ever! I ran for junior class president in high school," Homer exclaims.
Bart then asks, "Dad, did you win?"
Homer then explains, "No, but I did get 17 votes…of course that was out of a class of 312."
Bart responds by explaining, "Well, dad…I'm sorry. But you lost, and I want advice from someone who won."
Homer then makes a depressed sound, and hangs up the phone. Homer's brain asks, "What did I ever do wrong? Oh well. Just look sad and say D'oh."
Homer then says, "D'oh…"
