"Breakfast!" Marge's voice rang, waking up the kids from their slumber. Lisa and Bart sprang out of their beds and raced down the stairs, continually pushing each other out of the way. They halted at the kitchen table and sat down, seeing a bowl of cereal in front of each of them. Lisa narrowed her eyes and pushed the bowl away. Bart grabbed his spoon and dug in, while Homer was already on his third bowlful.
"Lisa, aren't you hungry?" asked Marge.
"Yes, butI want something that doesn't rot my teeth," she demanded. Ever since finding out her cleaning was this coming Friday, she's been acting paranoid. Marge groaned. It's better to go with the girl rather than fight.
"We have eggs. I could make you scrambled eggs! How does that sound?" her mom became enthused after taking a peek in the refrigerator.
"That sounds wonderful, mom!" replied Lisa, now smiling. "Gross! Mom! Tell Bart to stop show me his chewed up food!" she complained two seconds afterward.
Marge turned around, irritated. "Bart, stop showing her your food." She flipped the scrambled eggs onto a plate and handed it to her daughter. "Here you go! Scrambled eggs, Marge Simpson style!" she exclaimed, giving a chuckle at the end. She always thought of herself as a great cook.
"How come she gets scrambled eggs?" Homer complained after shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"Because she didn't want cereal."
"Well I want scrambled eggs!"
"There's not enough time."
"Ohhh…" Homer whined, looking down at his empty bowl.
"Kids, the bus is here!" Marge chirped, handing her kids packed lunches. Lisa and Bart grabbed their backpacks and climbed aboard the school bus that waited outside.
"Hey Bart! Look what I got!" Millhouse greeted, waving a comic book from his seat. Bart hurried over and took a look. It was the new Itchy and Scratch comic books.
"Woah!" Bart exclaimed, flipping through the pages.
"Cool, huh?" Millhouse said. "They're pretty expensive though." He finished, now inspecting his finger nails.
"How did you get it then?" Bart inquired.
"My mom bought it for me."
"Lame!" Bart replied, shoving the comic book back to his friend.
As Bart tried to pretend he didn't know Millhouse for awhile, Lisa sat next to Ralph Wiggum, also trying to ignore her friend.
"I can make glue out of my nose!" he exclaimed, pulling out a booger from his nose. "See?" he said, wiping it onto the seat in front of them. Lisa sighed and muttered something, turning back to the window.
"Here's our stop kids!" Otto said, kicking back in his driver's seat after he stopped in front of Springfield Elementary School. He waited for all of them to file out and then drove off to probably smoke some cannabis.