"Lisa, what are you doing?" Bart asked as he wandered into Lisa's room. He found her at her computer. "What is with all of those stories based off of other stories?" he asked, eying the monitor.

"You've never heard of FanbaseLit?" Lisa asked.

"Nope."

"It's the best site ever! You can write stories based on books, movies, everything!" she exclaimed. "Right now, I'm writing a story based on T. R. Francis' Angelica Button novels. I've always found the conflict between Greystache, Angelica's mentor, and Malicious Krubb, the villain, a little unexplained, so I'm writing the backstory to that."

"Whatever," Bart said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not into that sort of girly stuff."

"Bart," Lisa sang in a ringing tone, "you write your own story. You can even kill off characters if-"

"Oh boy! I'm in!" Bart eagerly interrupted.

"Here, let me help you make an account. Of course you'll need a username, password, and the hardest part of all, the security code."

"No kidding. How am I supposed to know if that is a tall 'i' or a short 'j'?!"

Lisa shrugged her shoulders. After tries with the security code, Bart had finished creating his account. "Bart," Lisa said excitedly, "welcome to the world of FanbaseLit!"

Bart stayed up late writing. After a few hours, he was finally ready to publish his first story. "Get ready, world," he said sinisterly, "for a Greystache-Krubb slashfic!"

He pressed "Submit," and that was that. He laid back in a proud fashion. "This is awesome," he stated. "I wonder who else in Springfield is on here?"

"This is going to be awesome!" Milhouse exclaimed excitedly. "My superhero character, Milton Hoover, it sooo cool! He is the best superhero ever! He can fly, shoot lasers from his eyes, walk through walls, control all the elements, use Radioactiveman's powers, manipulate shadows, lift heavy loads, and more! He always saves the day! And, all of the ladies love him! And look, I've even gotten a review already!"

He clicked. Soon, his excitement turned to confusion. "What do you mean my character's a Gary Stu?!" he cried out.

Nelson was having his own share of frustration. "WHY IS NOBODY READING MY STORY?! I'M USING ALL CAPS! I'M DEMANDING REVIEWS! WHY ISN'T ANYONE REVIEWING?!"

He took a minute to calm down. "Oh well, might as well flame someone else's story," he sighed. He typed for a few seconds, then hit Enter. "Haw-haw!" he laughed. "I gave you a bad review!"

Even the Flanders household had discoved FanbaseLit.

"And remember, boys, when you read FanbaseLit, make sure you only read stories labeled 'K.' Use this nifty filter at the top of the page."

"Umm... Daddy," asked Rod, traumatized, "this one says it's K, but it should be rated K+!"

"Oh my!" Ned exclaimed. "This is when you use the report feature. Let's see... and there. Oh dear, this story too. It uses 'heck.' And a character in this one hits someone else! Report, report. Oh my, it looks like I'll have to report all of these stories."

The next day, Homer was fuming. He quickly found Bart and started strangling him.

"Ack-ack-ack," croaked Bart.

Luckily for him, Marge walked in on the scene. "Homer!," she shouted. "You can't use violence on a child here! We're rated T!"

Reluctantly, Homer released Bart from his choking grip. "Stupid... ratings... so ill-defined..." he grumbled.

The commotion had also caught Lisa's attention. "Bart," she asked, "why was Dad so angry?"

"Oh, he's mad about me defiling Greystache's character with my slashfic," Bart explained. "Also, he didn't like how I parodied those Arnie comic books he read as a kid."

Lisa's eyes grew wide. "Bart," she gasped, "that comic was from the banned list! That's copyright infringement!"

"So what?" Bart asked. "I wrote the story for laughs, and it's not like I'm making bucks off it. What's that worst that could happen?"

A large number of blaring police sirens startled the Simpson family. Several police cars pulled up, surrounding their house. Officers got out of their cars and pointed their guns.

"Ohhh, that," realized Bart.