I sat staring out of the window. I had just completed my most recent test, and with hours to spare, my mind was free to wander. But wander where, when Springfield Elementary was as mentally stimulating as plain bread?

"Um, Miss Hoover, I don't understand this question here."

"Ralph, I cannot help you, this is a test!"

"Lisa, can you help?"

"No, no," I vaguely said as my eyes combed the playground. Each object there was in a state of disrepair, with standards that would probably get this school shut down if the safety inspectors ever bothered to call. Superintendent Chalmers… he's a special case. He probably keeps the school open so he can yell at Principal Skinner.

What this school needed was an overhaul. As this thought reached my mind, something went click. I reached into my desk, and pulled out several sheets of paper. Taking my pencil in hand, I began to write a message. I copied this onto each individual piece, including different names on each.

"Welcome, fellow students, to this meeting. Many of you may be wondering why I brought you here-" I began, but Mom stuck her head in.

"I got snacks for all of you little Einsteins!" The people I had invited fell upon the refreshments like locusts, before resuming their seats.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Oh, no worries. Now to go check on your father."

"Anyway, as I sat this morning, lost in deep thought, I noticed that our school is…"

"Awesome?" Martin suggested.

"Romantic?" Milhouse offered.

"Educational?" Database asked.

"NO! UNSAFE!" That sent the students cowering. "The school meets conditions that, under someone other than Superintendent Chalmers, would get it shut down faster than a computer!"

"But what can we do? We're just kids…"

"There is no thing as 'just kids'. Kids can be as original and creative as adults," (Dad rushed past the window, shrieking like a baboon and flying his pants like a banner.) "And some even more so."

"So, what do we do?"

"We commence Operation Initiative."

"SKINNER!"

"Superintendent Chalmers!"

"What is this going on in the school's very own backyard?"

Principal Skinner glanced at it once shiftily.

"Gardening project?"

"Gardening project… GARDENING PEOJECT? Does gardening usually involve tearing down metal and replacing it with much shinier variations?"

"The way we do it, it does."

"Skinner, I have had enough of listening to you. Take me to to the leader of this construction."

And that is how I was brought to see Superintendent Chalmers.

"Yes, Superintendent?" I asked, removing my hard hat.

"You started this?"

"Yes."

"You made blueprints for this construction?"

"Yes."

"You oversaw the construction of this, seeking to assist others?"

"Yes. But this sounds like… criteria…"

The second of new stories to write.

This story will be archived differently to it's current presentation. Due to the fact that the archived details will spoil the events of the next chapter, I will not be noting them until later.

Lisa may not be the viewpoint character for all chapters. Just a warning.

...D'oh! No signout!