A/N: I feel like I only get good story ideas when I'm sick XD

Just as any good villian, Bob planned to tell Bart his master plan. Doesn't everyone want to get inside of a criminal's mind?
So, once he'd arrived at his luxarious new house, which he was given permission to have, He sat the tied boy down on a plush sofa. Well, rather Bob tossed the teen onto the furnitur, but same-same. Blue eyes stared scared at Bob as he tried to sit up. Bob smirked. He looked quite pitiful with his hands and body bound. Not to mention the uncomfortable white tape over his mouth.

"This is the part where I tell you why, and furthermore, how." Bob stood tall in front of his sitting captive, who merely blinked at him. Bob lowered the lids of his eyes in annoyance then sat in the chair across from the sofa. Bob found that hatred he had for the boy bubbling up. "you see, dear boy, it started quite some time ago. My new plan for vengeance, that is. If you recall I've not seen you since you were in elementary, and you are in high school now. I would like to note that you've barely changed. You're still an incompetent pest." he glared at the boy. Bart made no movement. his eyes were still large saucers. Bob rolled his eyes and continued talking. "Anyway, I wont go into detail at this time... but the point is my son, brother, and ex wife are in another country right now. I'll leave it at that." Bob seemed a bit annoyed; his change in attitude caught Bart's attention.

Had Bart ever been around Bob when he'd been mad at someone other than himself? Very unlikely. So, Bart supposed that was the only reason that he was paying attention to him. "Mmmf!" Oh. Yes, Bart remembered there was sticky tape on his mouth.

"Oh? Does the ignoramus want to communicate now? Too bad I'm not dumb enough for that. I'm not going to let you scream, Bart Simpson" Bart gave the man eyes that seemed to say 'yeah and I'd like to not die yet, thanks so I don't think I'll be screaming any time soon.'

Then, a communication of eyes ensued. More so, an argument really, and Bob informed Bart that he wasn't falling for any of that bull shit, and so on and so forth. In the end Bart's mouth was uncovered, but Bob kept the tape close by to him.

"So, what I was trying to say earlier is that I don't care about your plan, because someone is going to rescue me. Probably anyway." BArt smirked.

"Bob scoffed. "And what makes you believe that? I definately wouldn't save you, and I'm sure I'm not alone on that." Bart rolled his eyes at the rude comment.

"Believe it or not, there are actually people that care abpout me." Bart informed rather matter of factly.

"Oh really? Mind telling me who consists of that short list?" Bob asked. Obviously he was toying with the boy. Passing time until he felt the need to lock him in the cold dank basement. Plus, it was hilarious to see Bart get so defensive.

"There's a lot! Mom, Maggie, Lisa, Milhouse, Nelson, and... well umm Other people!" Bart yelled towards me in defense.

"Keep your voice low, kid." Bob Threatened lowly. "In any case, as I recall you and that neandrathel weren't exactly on the best terms." Bob smirked. This kid was so dumb, and so annoying, and wow; what joyous fun it would be to kill him.

By 'neandrathel' Bart assumed he meant Nelson. "Well we weren't, not thats it's any of your bees wax!" Bart stuck out his tongue like a child.

"Ah, yes. Time flies, people change. I've changed too, physically mind you, and perhaps I've gained more wit.. However, you've barely changed at all. You're dreadfully short, Bart. I'm sure you've grown some, but still the fact remains. Short.
Also you still have that girlish voice. Also, I do believe your face shape has changed. You filled out, most definately, but you, simply put, look like a female." To the normal person's ear, it would seem that the brit was complimenting the teen, but he knew that would only get under Bart's skin.

"Shut up." yes, Bart Simpson was undeniably angry. So, on top of planning an escape he was now, also, planning a prank of revenge. "Maybe YOU think that! But you're just an old man with wrinkles. You must be, like what, eighty or something?"

Bob's eye twitched at the rudeness of the insult, and the crudeness of his grammar. "I'm thirty-four, uncultured peseant."

"The hell? Did you just call me a peseant? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realise we were in the year 1872!" Of course that probably wasn't even historically accurate, but Bart Simpson's fury knew no bounds!

Bob brushed off the idiocy. "Well, looks like it's time to lock you up." Bob held in his malicious laugh as he jerked Bart up and walked toward a door, that was just now noticed by the teenager.

"what do you mean 'lock you up'? Aren't you just gonna kill me, or not kill me, depending on how this all goes down?" Bob changing his usual game plan was sort of freaking out Bart. What's was with the sudden change, man?!

Bob opened the door to reveal a flight of stairs going down into... Bart didn't know where, but it was definately somewhere dark. "Oh, no. No, no, no. The only thing going down at the moment, dear child, is you." And with that Bart felt firm hands push him down. He tumbled down agressively. Bart felt a terrible jolt of pain, and then...

Bart sat up. He was drenched in a cold sweat. He was in a bed. His bed. He was back at his house? He went to touch his side where he was sure something had to be broken from that tumble. Nothing was there. No bandages could be found anywhere on his body. The blonde just wanted to know what the heck was going on. Maybe he fell into a coma and was rescued, but his injuries were already healed because he was out so long, and- a knock interupted his train of thought.

"Bart! Mom wants me to wake you up!" It was Maggie. So, was he in a coma or not? "She said: you can't be late again, because your principal will give you detention again"

It's safe to say that the eldest of the Simpson children was really confused. So he did what he always did when he was confused he talked to one of his sisters.

"Hey, Maggs, can you come in here for a second?" The door opened and the little blonde girl with the blue bow stepped in.

"Is something wrong?" Translation: 'What did you catch me doing?'

"I..." Well how was he supposed to go about asking this? "Was I in a coma?" Blurting things out worked... sometimes.

"What?" She was obviously thrown off guard by the sudden question. "No, I mean... Why do you think that? Do you need to stay home today?"

"I doubt mom would let me..." Bart mumbled incoherently to himself. So, Bart told Maggie evrything. All about his dream that had felt and seemed so real, and how he was completely terryfied with fear. He also told her about the little arguement of weather he resembled a girl or not. By the end of his, longer than it needed to be, explanation, Maggie seemed to be trying to disperse a bubling laughter.

"It's not funny!" Bart yelled blushing. He was looking for advice, not to be embaracingly laughed at.

"I'm sorry it's just- even your subconcious thinks you look feminine!" And with that a histerical laughter bubbled out of his little sister's mouth.

"Whatever! If you're going to be like that then just leave!" Bart's short temper had run out and he was completely over and done with this conversation. He was fuming mad.

She stopped laughing all at once, with a sullen look on her face. "No, Bart, wait... I'm sorry, I won't laugh again." Never the less, what had been done was done, and when Bart was mad, there was no swaying him now. Maggie sighed in defeat, she had royaly messed up. He only talked about personnal things with her, and now she feared she may have lost that priviledge, much like Lisa had.

Maggie walked back towards the door, the small, rare visit in her big brother's room was over, and it had been her own fault.

"Bye, Bart." She murmmered quietly as she shut the door.

Bart wiped a petite hand over his face, and fell back into his bed. So, far this day had been one of the worse ones he'd experienced.

A/N: I've had writers block,,, but I'm not sure if I like this chapter. I might redo. Please tell me if you think I should redo it because HNNN I JUST DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE THE DREAM IDEAAAA

Until nest time, BlueNinja out, PEACE