A/N; this is the second chapter up! A BIG BIG BIG thank you to MedianParcumArcanity for being the first person to read this fic and say something! As I said, I almost gave up on this fic, but I'm glad I didn't now! Okay, so now The Simpsons have moved into their new house and starting to get settled in. well, sort of. This chapter is EXTREMELY long and a bit pointless but I just want to fill in the bits about what their house looks like so you don't get confused. Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK. NUFF SAID.

'Hurry up, Marge! I want to have first pick of the rooms!'
'Okay, Homer, just calm down. I need to find the right key.'
Marge was fiddling with the single solitary key in her hand. It was now very late and dark, and after much pleading Marge had agreed to get the kids a takeaway.
But don't think you can get away from my healthy Tofu Celery Salad, thought Marge. She eventually figured out how to place the key in the lock and turned it. The door swung open.
'Whoo- hoo!' said Homer. He raced to the stairs and ran up them, giggling like a child. 'First pick of the bedroom!' Bart and Lisa ran after him, both hoping to get the bigger room. Santa's Little Helper and Snowball VI curled into a ball and settled down.
Marge and Maggie were the only ones to take a proper look at their surroundings. The hall was just like their old one, apart from the peeling grey paint and shabby carpet stairs. A few faded paintings hid the damp patches on the walls, but very poorly. The thing that surprised Marge however was how the dining room was bigger than the living room. The living room lead right into the dirty kitchen, orange in colour. Marge decided to get Homer to paint the rooms as soon as the kids started school. Oh dear, school...
Marge knew what their first day would be like already. Bart would make heaps of uninfluential friends and trouble, and Lisa would hide herself in a corner, reading her book. She dreaded the evening she would come home crying because "the girls at her school called her nerd". Poor girl.
She put Maggie on the living room floor and went out to get the luggage. As usual, she was the one doing it. She picked up Lisa's Malibu Stacey suitcase and Bart's Krusty the Clown back pack and carried them indoors. She then went out to collect both herself and Homer's luggage. She closed the boot door and went inside. The rest would come in the delivery truck the next day.
'Kids, come and get your things!' she called up the stairs. It was followed by a series of thumps and Bart and Lisa's appearing at the top of the stairs. Bart slid dow the banister and very nearly squashed Marge's foot.
'Bart, I told you not to do that.'
'But Lisa did it!' said Bart.
'No I didn't!' objected Lisa.
'Liar!'
'Liar!'
'Shut up!'
'You shut up!'
'Nerd!'
'Spawn of the devil!'
Bart stopped arguing. ' "Spawn of the devil", huh? I kinda like that...'
Lisa cried out in rage and stomped off with her suitcase. Bart just smiled.
'Round one to me, I think.' he said. Marge rolled her eyes. Collecting her own suitcase, she made her way up the stairs.

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Homer woke up earlier than anyone else, for a change. He stretched and climbed out of his sleeping bag. What he wouldn't give for his nice, warm, comfortable bed. He tiptoed around Marge, stepped over Bart, dodged around Lisa and snuck past Maggie. After all, what he was going to do would require a lot of stealth.
He blundered around the strange new house, walking into a cupboard because he thought it was the bathroom. How would he ever get used to living in this place? It needed a lot of work, and he wasn't up to that right now...
Eventually, he found the staircase. He was about to take a step when he stepped on something small and furry. Snowball, Lisa's cat. Snowball let out a scream and hissed at Homer. He turned around to face her.
'Okay, kitty, I don't want any trouble. I'm just going to back away slowly and forget this ever happened-' Homer was cut off. He had stepped on Bart's skateboard and was now tumbling down the stairs. He cried out at every bump of contact with a stair. He eventually came to a halt at the foot of the stairs. 'Ouch.' he said.
He got up, feeling dizzy. He then looked up in the direction of the room he and the rest of the family had slept in. No stirring. Good, he thought. Now for Operation Big Stomach...

He opened the refridgerator. Nothing. 'D'oh!' he cried. He searched cupboards, under the sink, under the sofa; still nothing. Not a scrap of food anywhere. The takeaways he and the kids had had were a distant memory, and there was nothing for breakfast. Feeling no hope, he turned to leave the kitchen, but was met by the annoyed faces of his family.
'Oh, uh, hi guys...' he said. 'If you guys have come down for breakfast, there's nothing in.'
Marge raised an eyebrow. 'No, actually. We came down here because we were going to ask you to be quiet. That and asking you if you were going to the supermaket to buy something for breakfast.'
'But Mom, its 7am. The shops won't even be open now.' said Lisa.
'Yes, well, you'd be surprised to hear how many 24- hour shops there are in South Park. I guess its because there isn't much business around here and people have resorted to desperate measures.' replied Marge.
'Yeah. I know I wouldn't stay up all night just to help lousy people. I need my beauty sleep...' Homer said. Bart sniggered.
'Why you little...!' said Homer, grabbing hold of Bart.
Lisa sighed. She sat at the kitchen table and looked around. Suddenly, a thought sprung to mind.
'Hey Mom,' she asked her mother, who was watching Maggie with an eagle eye.
'Yes dear?'
'When are we starting school?' Lisa asked. Marge smiled.
'Tomorrow. I phoned up the principal of South Park Elementary and she told me that you'd be placed in 3rd Grade and Bart will be in 4th. Just like in Springfield.'
'Oh. Okay. Mom,' she said. 'have you actually seen South Park Elementary?'
Marge paused before answering. 'Yes. Its...its very, uh, unique. Very unique indeed.'
Lisa tried to puzzle what that meant. Unique bad or unique good? Whichever it was, it would need her to succeed.
'Right.' announced Marge. 'Time to go shopping! Kids, get dressed. You too Homer.'
Lisa and Bart charged off to their chosen rooms to get changed, and came down exactly 10 minutes later, wearing their chosen clothing. Lisa was pin neat, as usual. Her crimson dress self-ironed, hair combed and shoes polished. Bart, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. His orange shirt creased and shorts had a ketchup stain on them, and his hair looked like a spiky bush on his head.
'Oh, Bart, you could try to look a little better. Here, let me get that stain on your shorts...' said Marge, licking the end of her own dress and trying to scrub off the stain. Bart backed away from his mother as if she was holding a meat cleaver.
'No Mom! I like this look! It makes me feel rough and gives me a don't-ya-mess-with-me aura!'
'Well, mister,' said Marge, standing up straight and crossing her arms, ' I'm not sure I like this rough you. It gives off bad parenting on both your father's and my parts.'
'Oh, Mom, you're not a bad parent, and neither is Dad...' Lisa said, her voice trailing as Homer entered the room, shaking his wrists like a little girl and an eager look on his face.
'Kids, I need to borrow some money. Not much, just $500. You have that money, don't you? Don't you?' he said.
'I rest my case,' said Bart.
Marge sighed once more and hurried off to get changed. When she came down a few minutes later Bart was playing with his Transformatrons action figures, Lisa was reading a book and Homer was zoned out on the floor of the front room. Now this is what I call orderly, thought Marge. 'Come on then, kids. Time to go shopping!'

Exactly 9 hours later, the family arrived home. Laden with shopping bags, Marge and Homer stumbled into the kitchen.
'Ohhhhhh...' grumbled Homer, leaning on the fridge. 'Marge, remind me never to do shopping your way again...'
Marge moaned. 'I agree, Homie. Well, on the bright side, we did get enough that we won't have to go shopping again for another...' she consulted her watch. '12 days.'
'Ugghhh...that's not long enough for me.'
Bart, Lisa and Maggie all collapsed on the sofa. When they had gone, the delivery men had put all of the furniture higgledy-piggeldy around the room. The kids didn't care, they were just happy to be away from that shop. Some group of kids had laughed when Homer threw a hissy fit in the middle of the store because Marge wouldn't let him put Cheesy Poofs in the trolley. Lisa and Bart had never been so embarrassed.
Bart turned on his side to face his sister, who was lying on the armchair opposite him. 'Hey, Lis. You lookin' forward to school tomorrow?'
Lisa gave him a weird look. 'What do you think, genius?'
'Uhhhh...' said Bart. 'No?'
Lisa just sighed. She would kiss the feet of the person who got through to her numb-skull brother.
'Well, I don't know about you, but I sure am lookin' forward to all those pranks I'm gonna pull tomorrow. The adults at South Park Elementary have never seen the likes of Bartholomew J. Simpson before...' he cackled. Lisa just rolled her eyes and took her bag up to her room. The room she had been allocated to was a peach colour. The carpet was a sickly yellow, with a suspicious green stain by the door. Lisa remembered a song some of the girls in Springfield used to sing, "G-r-e-e-n and yellow, g-r-e-e-n and yellow. Oh Mom, be quick, I'm going to be sick. Just lay me down to die."

Lisa put away her clothes in the old wooden wardrobe the housing people had carelessly flung (well, not enough that it would break) into the box room, and dug out her Collin's Book of Literature out of her bag and placed it on the wonky shelf above her bed. She carefully took all of her awards out of her special rucksack and placed them in alphabetical order beside her book. She unrolled a poster and some Insta-Stick Tape she had bought with her very loose change at the corner shop and stuck it to her wall. It read;

Change the World with a :)
She herself smiled. She unpacked the rest of her things and lay back, exhausted, but happy. Her room looked almost exactly like her old one, apart from the shape and colour change. She found she was missing Janey, Sherri and Terri very much. She reached to her left and picked up her cell phone. Rats, she thought. Only $1.00 credit. Better make it quick.
Janey picked up on the first ring.
'Hello?'
'Hi Janey! It's Lisa.'
'Oh, hey Lisa... how's South Park?'
Lisa got up from her bed to look out of the window. Suddenly, she noticed it was snowing. How had she not noticed this earlier?
'Oh, yeah. Its okay. Its snowing here. What about Springfield?'
'Oh, thats okay too. Principal Skinner had to shut down the school because there was a dead raccoon in the air-conditioning vent. Some troublemaker put it there, he thinks.'
'Uh-huh... hey, how's Colin?'
'I thought you wanted to talk to me?'
'I do! Its just that its nice to know what other people are up to, too.'
'Well, he's still a little cut up about the move. Still an A++ grade student, but a little lonely. He thinks you moved because of the pollution, and has been canvassing more than ever to clean up the whole town.'
Lisa was heard Marge call her downstairs for dinner. She said good bye to Janey and hung up, wishing she could have asked more about Colin.