Imak Issas

Behold, my very first Simpson fanfiction. Brace yourself for bits and pieces of some of the old classic wordplay, gags and phone rage we all know and hate/love.

I do not own the Simpsons; only my little prank phone call lines you're about to read. Rated T for a very good reason.

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(Simpson's house)

Lisa sighed as she turned the TV off. "I feel depressed. There's so much pain and suffering in the news these days. It's like they only care about the bad part of the world, and completely forget about the goodness that people hold deep in their hearts."

"Ah, don't be so melodramatic" Bart called from the kitchen. "If you really want to feel better about yourself, you just need a bit of jolly good laughter." He then picked up the phone and started dialing a certain number.

"Oh, c'mon Bart; not again!" Lisa scolded.

"Ah, where's your sense of humor man?" Bart said as he listened to the dial tone.

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(Moe's Tavern)

Homer is enjoying a cold beer as he and Moe watch a game of football on the wall mounted wide screen TV. The game then goes into a commercial about some young guy acting like a kid.

"Hey" Homer said, "isn't that Peter Pan as an adult?"

Moe squinted at the screen. "No, I think it's that Trudeau guy from Canada."

"Huh. So, same difference basically." Homer deadpanned.

(Phone rings)

"Oh, telephone" Moe rushed over to the counter and answered the phone, "Moe's Tavern, Moe speaking."

"Hi, is Issas there?"

"Who?"

"Issas. First name, Imak.

"Hang on, let me check." Moe then turns to the crowd. "Ah, is there an Imak here? Imak Issas. HEY EVERYBODY, I'M A KISS ASS!"

(Laughter)

"Maybe that's why the chicks laugh at you at the beach!" Barney says mockingly.

(More laughter)

"Oh no. It's you, isn't it?" Moe snarled as he turned back to the phone. "Listen you little wise-crackin' Bastard! When I find out who you are, I'm gonna wring a rope around your neck, and hang you from that monument in Washington that looks more like a tribute to Bill Clinton."

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Bart falls on his back and laughs like crazy at Moe's angry rant. Lisa looks down at him in disbelief before turning back to the living room.

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Moe slams the phone back down on the receiver.

"Still no luck with that punk, eh Moe?" Homer said.

Moe sighed deeply, "No, not yet. Little bum's tough as Hell to catch." Both then turned to the widescreen to see the game come back on.

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HAAAAHAHAHA! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've really gotten into watching Simpson slips on Youtube lately. Why the heck I didn't get into watching it sooner I have no idea. Anyway, I hope you all liked this one-shot prank call fanfic. Be sure to read and review when you get the chance.

Till next time, Comrades!