It was Bart's eleventh birthday. And it seemed to be normal. But… something happened that day.
After the birthday party and everyone were just about to leave.
"I shall just go and get Bart…" said Marge and went to the living room. Homer was lying on the couch, snoring, he had a strong smell of alcohol. But where is Bart? Marge went to the kitchen, no Bart. She went upstairs to the bathroom, no Bart. She then went to his room. But there was only Millhouse and Nelson.
"Have you seen Bart?" Marge asked the blue haired boy.
"No, Mrs Simpson" both said while shaking their heads.
"When was the last time you saw him?" she asked.
"Hmm…" both were thinking a minute, until Nelson snapped his fingers.
"He went outside to the black limousine, and they drove away with him!" he said.
"Black limousine?" said Marge and started to get worried.
"Yeah… one day in school… during our recess, the limousine driver called Bart over and he sat in the passenger seat…" said Millhouse. "The man who already sat there seemed to talk with Bart for a long time…"
"Since then… Bart started to acting strange. He ran to the limousine as fast as we saw it…" said Nelson. "And when we asked him about it, he always said: It's Nothing."
"When you say it like that, it sounds like he's been kidnapped" said Millhouse and earned a punch from Nelson.
Marge had already screamed in fear and sorrow. The news about the Simpson boy disappearing spread really fast. Soon knew everyone about it and it came on the news and stood in the newspaper. EVERYWHERE!
But nobody knew where the boy was. If he was alright. Or if he was dead.