OK, next chapter. Here will "Cape Feare" end. Again, thank you for your review, Vitani825.

I suspected correctly when I thought Bob had followed us to Terror Lake. We'd only been there two days when Bart burst into the houseboat in a panic, saying "I saw Sideshow Bob and he threatened to kill me!"

"Bart, don't interrupt!" Dad said.

"Homer, this is serious!" Mom told him.

"Oh, it is not."

"I'm going out." I said. "See you later."

"Stephanie-" Mom began.

"I'm not the one under threat." I interrupted. "And I won't get lost, because I've got a map."

OK, I'll tell the truth. I was watching out for Bob. The reason was that I actually wanted to know an answer to a few questions.

Well, our meeting was pretty cliché. I had been wandering around the town around Terror Lake for an hour and I was just about to go home when a car pulled up beside me.

"Stephanie?" I recognized the voice from underneath the car.

"Yeah, it's me." I said. "You wanna talk?"

I heard the sound of metal clinking and the car drove off, leaving Bob in the street. "Get up." I said. "Or you could get hurt."

"Yes, that's probably a good idea." he said, grimacing. "Last time a parade walked over me." I giggled at the image.

"So," I said. "I've got questions. Firstly, why are you so hellbent on murdering my brother? What is it with my family?"

He smirked a little. "Why, surely I can talk to you or Bart without the intention of vengeance? Although that may be a reason I am here." he answered. "I actually wanted to ask you a question. The last time I crossed paths with your family, you seemed...very detached from them. Why is that?"

I couldn't help but smile in amusement. "Have you been talking to Lisa?" I teased. "She said the exact same thing. Oh, wait, I know. You were there when she said that."

He nearly scowled at this. "I was just interested to know why. You will recall that I spent some time with your family during the time Selma was my fiance."

"I know." I answered. "I actually did talk to you, unlike some people. So now that you aren't pretending to be innocent, why don't you just tell me the plan?"

"I'm sure you have a good idea, since you would have seen the letters I wrote to Bart."

"So you're planning to sneak onto our houseboat and kill Bart then?"

"You think like I do, Stephanie."

"It's a talent." My cellphone beeped at that moment, signaling I had a text. I glanced at it.

Steph-wtf r u doin? Im a block away and i can c u.-Lisa.

"Sorry, I've gotta go." I said. "Lisa's yelling at me through text. See you." I smiled at Bob, the way I would smile at a friend, then walked in the direction I could see Lisa in.

"I didn't know you swore, little sis." I remarked. "What's the problem?"

"I think swearing is acceptable when you're talking to a homicidal maniac." Lisa accused. "What were you doing, talking to him?"
"I actually would prefer talking to him than you." I answered. "He's more interesting, although, you'd probably be interested, too. You two are very alike."

Lisa flushed. "No, I'm not! How could you?"

"What?" I said, pretending I didn't know what the problem was. "I meant that you think the same way about me, and you're both very smart."

Lisa relaxed very slightly. "Well, I have the moral code that means I don't talk to him, because he wants to kill my brother!"

"Yeah, that sucks." I admitted. "But you are only thinking in one term. Everything has two sides."

"Whatever." Lisa muttered.

I guess the readers will want to know the meaning of what Bob said about me thinking the same way. Yeah, he did sneak onto our houseboat. Let me explain how it happened.

OK, I was asleep like normal people are at five in the morning (When I go to parties, they are usually over by then, so I'm asleep then anyway) when I was woken up by the sound of a whack, then a shudder I recognized. I was instantly jolted wide awake and I shook Lisa, who again shared a room with me. She blinked as the door began to open, just as I jumped out the window onto the deck to warn Bart of the impending danger on his life. I saw that the houseboat had been cut loose and we were drifting out of Terror Lake, but I couldn't dwell on that for too long. I heard Lisa scream, but I knew from experience that Bob would be fixitated on the primary goal, so he wouldn't hurt Lisa until he'd killed Bart, at least. I quickly ran to the window outside Bart's room.

I battered frantically on Bart's window, but he seemed to be sleeping too heavily to hear. Then I spotted the door opening and ran around to hide. Lisa, Maggie, Mom and Dad were tied up on the other side of the deck.

"Untie us, quick!" Lisa cried.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "I don't want to be stuck tied up too!"

Dad was asleep, but Mom said "What's happening to Bart?"

I thought how to explain it for a moment, then answered "Well, he's OK for now." At that moment, Bart ran past us, barely noticing us, trying in vain to find a way off the houseboat. I ran after him, and soon we were both pressed against the bow of the houseboat. Bob was standing in front of us, holding a knife. When he saw me, he smirked.

"Well, Stephanie, we meet again. I hope you don't mind that your family is out of action at the moment, but I ask, why weren't you there?"

I gave one of my most mocking smirks back. "Well, I was awake, so I heard you sneaking onto the boat. Were you planning on tying me up, too?"

He looked thoughtful as he fixed his eyes on me. "Well, I was planning on it, but on second thought, you're no threat." I scowled, but he turned to Bart. "As for you, do you have any last requests?"

"Well, there is one, but..." Bart's eyes traveled to a sign the houseboat drifted past. "Nah."

"No, go on!"

"Well-" Bart smiled at his arch nemesis. "You have such a beautiful voice."

"Guilty as charged."

I laughed at him. "Modest, aren't you?"

"Sometimes, life is too short for modesty, as is the life that will not last eleven years." Bob's eyes darkened before Bart continued.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you could sing the entire score of the HMS Pinafore."

"Very well, Bart. I will send you to heaven before I send you to hell." He turned to me again. "I suppose I should ask you if you have a request that you would like me to sing."

I smiled. I was going to have fun with this. "OK." I said brightly. "Do you know the songs from the musical 'Wicked'?" He nodded, although a trace of a frown crossed his face. "OK, well, could you sing Elphaba's part of Defying Gravity?"

He didn't look as happy as with Bart's request, but he said "Very well, if I must. But would you mind singing the other part, Glinda's?" I smirked and nodded.

I fully enjoyed listening to the HMS Pinafore, and Bart even joined in a few times. Then at the end of the song, I began to sing the first part of the chosen song. "I hope you're happy! I hope you're happy now!" I sang. "I hope you're happy how you've hurt your cause forever

I hope you think you're clever..."

"I hope you're happy!" Bob continued. Considering it was a song for females, he sang the part well, and he could act while singing, so it felt more like I was telling off my best friend at the beginning. Both our voices soared.

The song continued, to when I started singing the crowds' bit.

"Bring me down!" Bob sang.

"No one mourns the wicked!" I sang. "So we have to bring her..."

"Ohh-oh-oh-ohhhhhhhh!"

"DOWN!" I yelled. Bart gave both of us a standing ovation, clapping. I had nearly forgotten where I was.

"And now...for the final curtain." A sword was drawn, and Bart backed away. Suddenly, I realized what had happened. Bart had stalled, hoping the boat would drift to land while the songs continued. But even my own suggestion hadn't-

My thoughts were cut off as the boat stopped and there were the sounds of guns being cocked. We had drifted right back to Springfield.

Police Chief Wiggum spoke. "Hold it right there, Sideshow Bob. You're under arrest!"

"By Lucifer's beard!" exclaimed Bob furiously.

"Uh...yeah." Chief Wiggum said.

You know the happy ending. We moved back to Springfield and we were the Simpsons again. However, before Bob was sent to jail, I went to say goodbye.

"Until we meet again." I said brightly, waving a net-gloved hand. "Loved the Broadway, Idina Menzel."
"I honestly hated that show." he muttered.

"Too bad." I said teasingly. "I liked it because Elphaba's so cool. Maybe next time I see you I'll persuade you to sing 'Popular'."

Bob actually smiled at this. "I'll definitely not let Bart trick me into that again." he answered. "Goodbye, Stephanie."

Well, that's a slice of life from being a Simpson.

Wow, that took a long time, but I had fun making Stephanie talk to Bob. Next time, I'll do a bit of Treehouse of Horror-but only one of the first three. Stephanie will either tell a story, or have a nightmare. Please review, and vote on the poll on my profile!