Bart was sleeping when suddenly there was a sound. There were some footsteps coming up the stairs. He looked at the clock, it was 3AM. He climbed under the covers and hid. Suddenly his phone started ringing.
"I Don't Feel Like Dancing…"
"AHH! Scissor Sisters!" screamed Homer. Suddenly he kicked in the door.
"BART!" he yelled. "Why are you playing that when I'm having a midnight stroll!"
"Oh it was just you, I thought you were a robber" replied Bart. Suddenly Lisa screamed. Bart and Homer rushed in.
"What is it Lis?" asked Bart.
"There was some guy at my window with a chainsaw!" she cried. Homer looked out.
"I don't see anything" said Homer. "You must have imagined it. Goodnight." And he left. Bart went over to the window and looked out .
"Is that the guy?" asked Bart. There was a man standing on the lawn with a chainsaw. Lisa came over and looked. "Yes, that's him!" she cried. Bart opened the window.
"Hey you bum, get off our lawn"
"Hey, it's a free country!" he yelled back.
"Well, leave anyway!"
"No!"
"All right, you asked for it" Bart said. "Do your worst."
"My worst? Alright." Said the guy. He pulled out a phone and said something into it. A truck came up to the house and parked. Then there was a nosie, and 100 Humvees came flying down the street.
"BART! They're gonna kill us!" screamed Lisa.
The Humvees stepped on the gas and drove up the ramp. One came flying along, but it flew over the house and into the impound lot behind The Simpsons house.
"Oh, well that takes care of that" said Bart. He turned around and there was some guy with a beard. He picked up an axe and threw it at the kids. Bart jumped back and pulled Lisa to the ground, the ax just missing her.
"Grrr!" said the guy with the beard. Suddenly he was spear tackled by Homer.
"Why you little! Breaking into my axe storage shed…" he said.
Bart and Lisa looked out of the room, where Homer was strangling the guy.
"Boo!"
"AHHH!" screamed Lisa, as she jumped up and wrapped herself around Bart's head (you know what I mean).
But it was just Marge.
"Ha! Scared you!" she said.
"Well that's great Mum, now Lisa, can you get off my face?" said Bart.
"He he he, sorry about that," said Lisa, as she climbed off.
"That's it!" shouted Homer. "This house is too scary, we're moving right now!" He picked up the phone.
"Flanders!" he yelled. "Get over here and buy my house, we're moving! – What do you mean you don't have the money! Screw you!" and he slammed the phone down. Then he picked it up again.
"Hello, Real-Estate company? I want to sell my house. – What, you'll pay me 100,000 dollars for it! Deal!" said Homer, and he slammed down the phone.
"We're moving to somewhere else!" said Homer.