(First Character/Location Appearance's of Jer, McGarnacle, Troy McClure, Adult Annexation Class, and Springfield Bridge)


Opening Gag - Matt Groening fly into the skies like a super hero, yet wears his usual civilian clothing.

Billboard Gag - "Bumblebee-man is now playing as Romeo!" Says a Romeo Version of Bumblebee-Man

Chalkboard Gag - "I will not raise the dead.", "I will not raise the dead."

Couch Gag - The Simpsons run to the couch on pogo sticks, only to jump into each other

Ep 58 - S02E08 Date - Mar. 17. 2012

Bart Simpson's Last Chance Synopsis - Bart has to pass a final's as Lisa is a bit worried of Bart's latest prank and Homer has seemed to burrow stuff from all over Springfield


A Man walked up onto the stage, smiling at the audience before him, waving his hand a "Hello there!" as he headed to the table to unveil a certain product, on a table, to the people before him.

"Hello! I'm Troy McClure. You may have remembered me from such shows such as, 'The Odyssey: Oh Great. It's Neptune' or 'The One Arm Man Did It!'. " Troy McClure introduced himself to the whole audience, clapping their hands they did, waiting to see what's next. "On 'I Can't Believe They Invented It!', we are going to unveil a new product. It's a hi-tech, state of the art, chrome plated, glow-in-the dark, stereo built-in, heated, thumb-laser, password coded, voice operated, paper dispenser!"

"Ooh... Aah..." The Audience gazed upon the paper dispenser on top of the table.

"Now, Dr. Nick Riviera. Get your prosthetic hi-tech arm out here and let's take a look? Shall we?" Troy called him out to the stage.

Suddenly Dr. Nick stepped onto the stage, smiling as usual, waving his hand and saying his usual catchphrase, "Hi! Everybody!"

"Hi! Dr. Nick!" The Audience smiled.

Dr. Nick stood by the table placing a robotic arm, already capable of moving.

"Okay, Troy. This Hi-Tech Super-Human Robotic Arm will simply pour a glass of water onto the table where the paper dispenser will clean it up and..."

"Hey! Wait a minute! That's just an ordinary paper dispenser with various accessories to it!" A Man yelled, standing up from the audience that turned their attention to him. "Why not show what the arm thing does!"

"Quiet! This advanced prosthetic arm is a prototype. Though, the paper dispenser seems successful. Let's do the demonstration again." Dr. Nick said.

In the audience, that same man just sat down, crossing his arm, grunting, frustrated, thinking that the prosthetic arm would be a much better invention than a paper dispenser. Still, the audience of Springfield gazed at the paper dispenser instead of the arm, amazed by the shape of it. That was until the robotic arm tried to grab a hold of water.

"Now as it spills the water. I will use these papers from these dispensers to clean it up." Dr. Nick smiled.

The robotic arm spilled the water... but, the water came contact to the arm itself. Sudden sparks of malfunctioning sounds were heard as the audience wondered what's wrong.

"Oh man... I forgot to make it water-proof." Dr. Nick said.

The robotic arm suddenly twitched a bit as it had a new objective appeared across its tiny CPU,"MAKE LIFE HARDER FOR THE HUMAN RACE..."

"Is that normal, Dr. Nick?" Troy asked, feeling a bit worried.

"Of course that..."

Suddenly the state-of-the-art technology leaped off the table and strangled Dr. Nick by the neck. He felled to the ground as Troy just stood their watching.

"There you have it folks!" Troy looked at the audience. "Buy the paper dispenser now!"

Suddenly the same man before stood up saying, "Am I the only one with common sense here! That man is being choked!"

Though, at the end, no one didn't really listened to him. The audience just rushed up to the stage with their cash, wanting their money taken now as several words were heard such as, "Take My Money! My wallet isn't empty! I'll pay any cost for that dispenser!"


"Ooh. That paper dispenser looks nice..." Homer said.

Homer was sitting on the couch as usual, staring at the TV, listening to it's every command. As Homer was about to grabbed the remote, Marge stepped in wearing a pink coat and her purse. She looked as if she was heading out.

"Homer. I'm heading to the Adult Annexation Class to sign up for a music class with Ruth." Marge said.

"Uh-huh. Your point?" Homer continued to stare into the TV.

"You don't remember do you Hom..."

"Uh... Nope." Homer immediately responded.

Marge sighed a bit and said, "You have to bring Bart to his principle. Apparently he had trouble again at school."

"What?" Homer's sudden attention turned to Marge. He felt a bit tired of this, reasoning with only these whiny words, "But it's Prime Time Television! At 9:00 PM! Prime Time, Marge! Prime Time!"

"Homer! This is important! Bring Bart to school and have a talk with Skinner! Please, Homer. I really need a girl's night out, I've been stressful lately doing all the housework by myself."

"Fine... I'll see Bart's principle." Homer sighed in disappointment, knowing that he would miss tonight's Prime Time Television Programs.

Suddenly the ringing of a door bell ranged throughout their ears.

"That must be her." Marge smiled. "Homer, do you have Ruth's Guitar?"

"I don't know." Homer simply answered. "Maybe you should look in the TV, Marge! PRIME TIME TV, MARGE!"

"Just look for the damn guitar!" Marge was a little frustrated of Homer's behavior.


At the door, Marge grabbed the door knob, opening it, revealing Ruth smiling at the doorway, wearing a green coat on as Homer carried her guitar and a pick.

"Okay, are we all set?" Marge asked.

"Just need my guitar and pick. Left it in this house." Ruth said.

Suddenly Homer stepped towards Ruth and held out a blue guitar with a pick in silence... but something was a bit odd about it just as soon as she grabbed it.

"Uh... is this scrapings from... pork chops?" Ruth examined closely at the guitar's strings, being stunned a bit, wondering how on Earth this happened.

"I had no floss so I used your guitar's strings." Homer replied, feeling deeply disappointed of himself, mostly scared of what Ruth's reaction could be.

"W..Why are there bite marks on this pick?" Ruth, disgusted and angry of it, held the guitar pick to Homer.

"I thought their was chocolate under that foil..." Homer replied, feeling a bit guilty of this.

"There. Was. No. Foil." She replied, crossing her arms, annoyed of Homer's nature.


At Springfield Elementary, Bart and Homer sat down to meet Seymour Skinner in the principal's office. Seymour Skinner passed them by to his desk, sitting down ready to explain what was going on as an angry French Teacher stood by, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms, watching their every tiny move with his unhappy gritting teeth. The silent moment already got to the two, they were both worried what the boy did under all this pressure.

"I'm going to be truthful with you... we have actually found a way to have the school to have enough money for a better education for these students." Skinner said.

"That's all? What's so bad about that?" Homer asked, feeling relieved of the pressure.

"I'm getting to that part. One of the steps is to... expel Bart Simpson." Skinner said.

"What! Why me! Ralph and those bullies are doing just as worst as I am! What about my French class too! I can pull the dirt on Martin! I saw him cheating for the Health Test!" Bart argued, hoping he can make a deal with the principal.

"Ralph and the bullies are actually doing well in the last week during school and already aware of that one cheat he did. They have all received personal tutors suggested by the school itself." Skinner said. "So far, we've asked you to get one and your still doing bad at school. As for your French... you've been doing well in the language part, but not the cultural part and uh.. Mr. Yanavo would like to... give his own thoughts."

"You bumble-minded IDIOT!" Mr. Yanavo yelled at Bart, holding up a dish of what appears to be a sandwich.

"Your...um.. sandwich looks edible." Bart spoke, afraid of the French Man's temper.

"THIS WAS ONCE A SALAD WITH CROUTONS. UNTIL YOU PULLED YOUR LITTLE FLOOD PRANK!" Mr. Yanavo yelled.

"Uh.. let's get back to Skinner." Homer said, both of them turning around, much because of Yanavo's anger.

"Yes.. well.. we know that Bart has gotten expelled before so if he does, but I'm willing to give a test with all of his subjects, from Math to even French. I'll even tutor the boy myself." Skinner said.

"Hmm... I would rather get expelled." Bart said.

Suddenly Homer turned to Bart, yelling, "WHAT! No son of mine is getting expelled and staying home all day! Your getting tutored by this man!"

"Good Grief..." Bart sighed, feeling dragged to a whole new lower level.


At the Adult Annexation Class, existed many rooms such as Marriage Class, Ballet Class, and Moe's Rap-With-A-Shotgun class. There was one room, where there was music auditions for a Chorus On Stage soon. In that room, Ralph stepped onto the stage as three judges at a table wondered what a kid was doing here in a class for adults.

"I was in the front page newspaper." Ralph smiled.

"Ah yes... the kid that got stuck in the nacho machine. Front Headline." Mr. Largo said. "NEXT!"

Ralph left the stage as Marge and Ruth stepped in.

"Hello. I'm Mr. Largo, the music teacher for Springfield Elementary." Mr. Largo said.

"I'm Jer. Owner of the King Toot's Music Store. I believe your husband, Homer, bought a sax for your little girl at that store." Jer said.

"Oh. I remember you. Lisa got her first sax from your store." Marge smiled.

"Yep. And uh.. that guy over their is Ian... the hippie freak for some reason who owns the Music CD shop." Jer pointed to the guy on the left.

"Hey she-dudes..." Ian smiled. "So uh... what will you be playing today?"

"I'm playing the flute and.. uh.. Ruth is playing the guitar..." Marge looked at Ruth's bad-condition guitar.

"Let's just get this over with..." Ruth sighed, not sure what to feel right now.

Marge started to play the flute, carefully playing the rhythm which was going well... But as for Ruth... her guitar pick with the many bite marks of Homer caused the guitar to sounded like a bad start for a musical in a Foreign Country that speaks in a dead language.

"OH GOD! STOP IT!" Mr. Largo yelled.

The two stopped as the three judges looked at them.

"That sounded like Nicholas Cage's career gone down the trashcan before National Treasure." Mr. Largo criticized the performance.

"Sorry Simpson and Powers but uh... my instruments have never made a screeching sound like that." Jer said. "Ian. What do you think. Ian?"

They turned around and saw Ian sleeping on the table.

"He's sleeping." Ruth said.

"Nope. He just had an overdose of some sleep pills. Too much of anything is usually bad you know." Mr. Largo said.


At the Simpsons House, Marge and Ruth stepped in the kitchen for some water, only to find Homer wearing reading glasses as he read several papers. They sighed, wondering what Homer was up to this time as he scurried through the pile.

"Must be another one of your husband's antic's. I'll be in the living room if you'll need me." Ruth sighed.

Just as Ruth left to another section of the house, Marge took another step into the kitchen.

"Homer? What are you doing? Are you planning another money scheme?" Marge sighed.

"Bart is in bed and I'm looking at his grades. The boy is failing, Marge."

"How is that any different from before?" She asked, still wondering what was going on.

"Look! Bart will get expelled again and I don't want him to stay here, home-schooled, for eight years." Homer said.

"If Bart tried listening to his tutors... worked hard enough... studied as well... and finds a good interest in learning... and with a little luck of trying, he can get an A." Marge smiled, hoping it would cheer up her husband.

Suddenly they heard a large but small rumbling sound coming near the living room. The two of their attentions turned to Ruth's voice with the words, "What in the world?"


Homer and Marge stepped into the Entry Room, to see Ruth near a large pile of several items falling out of a closet. Ruth picked up a leaf blower and said, "This is my leaf-blower! What's it doing here in his closet!", turning her angry attention to Homer himself.

"I was just borrowing." Homer replied.

"Hans Moleman's Cane, Dr. Hibbert's gardening gloves, Willie's shovel... Why do you need a bunch of Moe Syzlak's grenades?" Ruth complained.

"Oh.. I don't need any of those grenades... Yet..." Homer's voice started turning serious, almost as if he has some intentions for it.

"Oh god... I'm going to be sick..." Ruth spotted an abomination in the closet.

"Hey. That's Barney's old meat ball back in 1996." Homer smiled at the rotting, stink-filled, meat ball.

"That sure is a lot of stuff you borrowed." Marge looked.

"Okay... I may have burrowed a few things. So what?" Homer said.

Ruth looked at Homer with a serious angry expression across her face, walking to the man.

"You didn't borrowed it! You probably didn't ask for it! This is stealing!" Ruth angrily said.

"What's the difference? I break into people's houses all the time. One time I burrowed a 3D TV and..." Homer replied.

"Grrr... You know what. I'm going to have to inform this to people about their missing stuff." Ruth said, walking to the doorway.

"Fine. Go ahead. See if I care." Homer crossed his arms as he said, "I have the right to borrow as many stuff as I want. Right Marge? Marge?"

"Hrmm..." Marge simply replied to his Husband.


McGarnagle, a police cop, walked up to the only witness he had, he was afraid, scared, felt unsure about this.

"Manny. You got to do this... For McGarnagle." McGarnagle looked straight in the eye of that one witness.

"I don't know. I'm afraid... McGarnagle." The Witness said.

"You have to. That mafia won't stop! Do it... For McGarnagle!" McGarnagle said.

"Okay,..I..I'll do it... for you McGarnagle." Manny said.

Several minutes later at the Chief of Police's office.

"Dammit McGarnagle! Manny was beating senselessly! ALMOST TO DEATH! He can't talk now! He can't testify! He's in the hospital because of YOU! McGarnagle!" The Chief of Police angrily slammed his fist to the desk.

"I'm trying to eat my sandwich here!..." McGarnagle complained. "... McGarnagle!"

Back in reality, Bart was watching another Police Cop episode of McGarnagle, a police show that's basically a parody to every cop action film to date. He was at the streets, staring at a line of TV set along behind bullet-proof glass. The store was known as "Electronics And Up".

"Wow. The McGarnagle. Even though they pretty much did the idea already, just replaced Billy with Manny, it's still pretty good." Bart said.

"Hello Bart. I thought I might find you here." Skinner appeared.

Bart turned to skinner and gulped.

"Since you won't listen to the tutor. Were going to have to do some old fashion militaristic teaching in my day." Skinner said.

"M..Militaristic?" Bart thought.


Bart was doing one handed push-ups under the rain, with three big dictionary's on his back as Skinner was wearing his military uniform.

"In this Language Arts Practice Questions. Who wrote The Tale of Two Cities?" Skinner yelled like the Military Sergeant he is.

"How the.. hell would I know!" Bart replied, angry of this.

"Wrong answer! Another book!" Skinner placed another dictionary on top of the first three.

"What did Pony Boy do during the fire in The Outsiders?" Skinner yelled.

"I never read it!" Bart replied.

"Another dictionary it is than!" Skinner responded, placing yet another dictionary on Bart.

"Who is the main character in the Time Machine, Bart! Even you can answer this one! Simple question!" Skinner yelled.

"I never even heard of that book!" Bart tired under the rain, doing several push-ups one handed with dictionary's on his back, suddenly dropped to the ground.

"You never even seen the movie?" Skinner said.

"Nope." Bart tiredly sighed as the drops of rain continued to run through his hair.

"Fine... Bart... just go for now... Will study later." Skinner said. "Bart? Bart?"

He turned his head around and saw Bart, so exhausted, that he was already asleep on the ridged wet ground.


Bart entered "The Feel" Music-Shop as he was tired out, feeling like he just been through a long journey, for a kid that is. As he entered, Lewis and Richard who were sorting out the discs wondered why he looked so stressed out today as he headed to the main counter at the end of the store, where Ian was.

"This store still looks like it's in shape..." Bart thought.

The store had glass doors as the main entryway, three couches around a small coffee table in the middle, with a tape recorder crossed with a MP3 Player to test out sample's of music placed there, a large row of shelves parallel to each other on each wall containing several discs, and of course a counter with the cashier at the opposite side of the entryway, near two doors by the left, one leading to Ian's Office and one to a small Employee Lounge.

"Hello Bart-dude. You look tired, man." Ian said.

"You. Have. No. Idea." A tired Bart said.

"I know just the trick. This store may have a lot of rock n' roll, jazz, and the blues... but for stressful people like yourself." He pulled out a disk from under the counter." I have a disk here that plays old fashion classical music, violins and flutes with a chorus as well."

"Uh... No thanks." Bart denied the disk. "I just need to talk to someone about a problem and I thought..."

"Problem? Did you got in trouble again?" A nine-year old, certain, sister stepped in, wondering what was going on.

"Lisa? What are you doing here?" Bart said.

"This is a music shop. It has jazz CD's and Records. What do you expect?" Lisa answered the obvious.

"I thought you hang out at the King Toot's Music Shop." Bart said.

"That store sells Musical Instruments. I already have a saxophone. This store sells Music CD's. You get the difference?" Lisa sighed, ending the sentence with a, "Ugh."

"Okay. I get it now." Bart reacted, feeling a bit naive now. "Anyway, I'm being tutored by Skinner and he's taking it a bit too seriously. He's going all Asian Tiger Mom on this studying thing."

"Well... I do know that you have studied hard before... but maybe you should try flashcards for memorization, or read a book during your breaks to expand your attention span, and if you want, I can help you." Lisa smiled, hoping he would consider it.

"I have a better alternative." Ian suggested.

"Anything than what my sis says." Bart turned immediately to Ian.

"How about you send an threatening note to the Springfield Mafia signed under this Skinner dude. Then, after he survives what's coming to him, he could probably delay the test!" Ian smiled.

Lisa was angry of this, looking at Ian and Bart, reacting with full anger deep in her blood. "What! That's crazy! There's still a possibility they wouldn't delay the test, and what the mafia does is usually fatal, and there probably going to see it as a fake under Bart's handwriting!"

"Better than your idea." Bart said.

"Bart! Don't do it!" Lisa said.

"Yeah! Listen to your sister!" Ian said.

"You were the one who suggested it!" Lisa looked angrily to Ian, gripping both arms.

"I did?" Ian replied, not having a good memory at all.

"Well... I can understand your memory problem... but as for you Bart! Don't do it!" Lisa turned around, but noticed that the glass doors were swinging over and over again.

Lisa ran to the entryway as Ian yelled out, "No! Come back.", but they didn't.

"Well. That's all I got. Any ideas?" Ian looked at Richard and Lewis.

They just nodded their heads "No".


Bart was walking on the streets of Springfield, writing "From Skinner" and "To Mob" with horribly hand writing on a piece of paper, as he was heading to the Springfield Mafia's Headquarters, The Legitimate Businessman's Social Club, located at the basement of a building.

"Please Bart! What your doing is forgery!" Lisa said.

"So what? I do it all the time." Bart finished writing the note.

"Yes but this isn't the right way! Just study for the test Bart!"

"Not listening." Bart covered his ears with his own hands

Bart and Lisa, who tried to warn him, were near the underground stairway. Lisa gulped, knowing that these stairs lead to the entry door of the Mafia's Main Base of Operations and Plans.

"Please Bart! You could be caught!" Lisa was worried for his brother's safety.

"So?" Bart took a step down the stairway as Lisa just stood their, a bit afraid.

Bart was now at the end of the stairs, seeing the main doorway, to the The Legitimate Businessman's Social Club, where Fat Tony does his usual business dealings, most illegal, some legal, either way it's a place where most people should be cautious coming near the place, especially when it's also the main headquarters for the mob.

"Please Bart! Remembered the guilt you felt after Skinner was thought to be murdered by the mafia?" Lisa reminded the young lad.

Suddenly Bart stopped for a moment...

"Yeah?" Bart looked at her sister, giving his full attention.

"Well... what if this could actually turn out to be real this time! We don't want that!" Lisa said.

"Hmm... you might be right..." Bart said, thinking about it for a moment. "I guess I'll put this letter up..."

Suddenly the door opened, interrupting the young lad, revealing Louie at the door knob.

"Who is it?" The Sound of Fat Tony's voice came inside.

"It's that Bart kid. He worked for us as a bartender last year, remember? He has a letter for us with 'To Mob' on it." Louie replied to his boss.

"Bring the letter in. I'll check it later!" Fat Tony yelled from inside.

Already, Louie took the letter as Bart was not that afraid, but too stunned, to grip on to it.

"Thanks Kid. Your a big help to us even if your not working for us." Louie smiled at the boy.

Louie closed the door, holding the letter in his hand, as Bart said, "That was a close one."

Suddenly Lisa place the palm of her hand to her forehead thinking, "Why? Why? Why?" over and over again.

"What? It's not that bad." Bart said.

"Oh forget it. What's the point if you won't listen." Lisa just walked away, wondering, feeling a bit doubtful, about Bart.

"What's with her?" Bart thought.


The doorbell rang and rang in the Simpson's House, as Homer came to see who it is. As he opened it, he saw a mob of angry Springfieldian's at the door lead by Ruth herself.

"Marge!" Homer yelled downstairs, not sure what's going on.

"What?" Marge yelled upstairs.

"There's an angry mob lead by your friend, Ruth! And I'm sure it's pretty much about me because usually I'm In the mob!" Homer yelled.

"Oh lord..." Marge replied, upstairs.

Suddenly Ruth stepped in the entry room, crossing her arms, showing she was unhappy with someone.

"Homer. Just listen to us. Were not angry." Ruth tried to be calm as she can. "We just want our stuff back you stole. All of us. So I can guarantee their's no need of violence."

"Let's kick him off of Springfield Gorge!" Lenny yelled.

"Let's throw rocks at him." Carl yelled

"Let's throw him to the Springfield Mystery Spot, where no one has returned!" Sideshow Mel yelled.


Meanwhile... at the Springfield Mystery Spot.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Famous Baseball Player, Ozzie Smith with a grown and long beard, screamed for about an year, lost in an endless mysterious dimension.

Suddenly Ozzie Smith passed by another of Einstein's Special Relativity Equations.

"I've already memorized that! No need to look at it." He sighed.


The Mob was at Homer's house, thinking what to do with Homer, even though Ruth didn't really want violence to reign.

"So what should we do?" Moe asked.

Suddenly Ned Flanders stepped in, with good faith and reason.

"Now, now folks. I'm sure that Homer will be glad to give us all our stuff back and we don't have to resort to..."

"Shut up Stupid Flanders." Homer interrupted.

"Were stalling too much time! Let's rush in and get our stuff back!" Barney suggested.

Homer blocked the exit and replied, "There's no way your getting through..."

It was too late, the force of the mob rushed in as Homer got trampled by almost everyone of them shoes.

"Ooh! Ow! Doh!" Homer yelled in pain.

The mob ran to the closet of the entry room of the house, opening it quickly. Moe stepped in first, handing back everyone their owned items, one by one.

"Drederick Tatum's Boxing Gloves!" Moe brought out a pair of yellow boxing gloves.

"Here!" Drederick Tatum yelled out.

"Luann's Oven Mittens" Moe brought out a pair of green and blue oven mittens.

"That's me!" Luann said.

"Who owns this 50 Cal. Bullets?" Moe asked. "Is it any of you? Rainier Wolfcastle? Herman? Chief Wiggum?"

Suddenly Maggie raised her hand, squeaking her pacifier.

"Oh, it's yours. Here you go sweet angel." Moe lended a box of 50 Cal. Bullets to the infant baby.

The crowd continued to obtain everyone of their belongings back, as Homer just watched, not knowing what to do now. A few minutes passed, and everyone left, but Ned who just annoyed Homer with his smile. Homer turned his attention to the closet to see it almost empty, feeling silent. The only thing left there was Ned's TV Tray, a bit saddened about this, seeing how less "burrowed" property there was in here. Marge and Ruth later came, seeing Homer whining and mumbling about what happened.

"Homer. What you did their was stealing. You should know better not to steal... especially from your friends." Ruth said.

"Maybe I did steal it but I still needed a few things to make life a little easier, that's all!" Homer whined.

Homer hoped they understood his reasoning, but they knew this was just another petty excuse. The two women looked at each other, sighing at Homer's constant naive behavior. They then turn their attention to Homer, as Marge stepped forward.

"A lot of it filled up your closet and so far you haven't returned any of them!" A Concerned but Angry Marge spoke.

"You're on her side too?" Homer's whiny nature turned to shock.

"Homer. Is there something you like to say?" Marge replied to him, looking at her Husband with a mean look in her eye, crossing her arms, feeling serious about this, that this was a big deal.

"I don't wanna." Homer whined, feeling a bit frustrated.

"Look Homer." Ruth stepped forward, hoping she could reason with him. "My ex-husband is similar to you. He supposedly burrowed from many of his friends as well. Despite his drinking, his eating, his ignorant behavior..."

"I don't see your point?" Homer simply interrupted, as he also drinks, eats, and has an ignorant behavior.

"... Just listen." Ruth took a deep breath. "The guy stole a lot from his friends and said he was just burrowing. His friends thought he was using them. They later gave up on him, his work friends ignored him, his drinking pals ignored him. He got sick and tired of it. He was miserable as ever."

Homer than thought about Ruth's words, remembering some of his friends acting like angry but reasonable men getting a hold of what belongs to them. He remembered what awful things they said during the mob because of what he done.

Lenny's voice shouted throughout his mind with the words, "Let's kick him off Springfield Gorge."

Carl's angry voice came shrilling through his mind with the words, "Let's throw rocks at him!"

Ralph's smiling voice came through his mind with the words, "A leprechaun told me to chop things."

Homer, a grown man, should know by now, that this is stealing.

"I think.. I think I see your point now." Homer sighed, feeling relieved of stress but was still concerned somewhat. "If I keep this up, I'm going to look like a real big jerk in front of my friends. Not just them, but the whole town could go berserk next time, and they might mean it. I mean people steal all the time, but I've really gone off the line."

"You understand Homer?" Ruth looked at him, hoping he does.

"Is there something you would like to say?" Marge added, no longer having the serious expression across her face, but a blissful feeling that he might actually understood his errors.

"Yes. I do understand. Ruth, I'm sorry for stealing other people's property. I... I feel really awful about it now. I still may occasionally steal on certain basis but..." Homer said.

"Homer!" Marge yelled.

".. But I promise never to become a real-time thief using my own friends and neighbors again." Homer finished his sentence.

Suddenly Ned stepped in smiling and said, "Well in that case! You won't mind if you stopped borrowing my..."

"No Flanders." Homer instantly replied.

"Well... I guess.. um.. I'll just leave than." Ned pointed to the main doorway, as he walked out.

Marge looked at this sudden event and only replied, "Hrmm..." thinking at least Homer might steal less than usual...


At Springfield Elementary, Bart was bored as ever, being tutored by Skinner in his own home-classroom, before a few hours for the test. Apparently the letter to the mob didn't work at all.

"Bart. Here's the next question." Skinner needed Bart's full attention.

"Let's just hurry this up..." Bart sighed in boredom.

"Who is considered to be the Father of Texas?" Skinner said.

"Uh... Optimus Prime, Captain Nemo, Sherlock Holmes, Stephen Austin, Elvis... Eins..." Bart thought.

"Bart! Bart! Are you even listening?" Skinner said.

"Uh... Stephen Austin?" Bart said.

"Er.. Lucky Guess." Skinner was a bit tangly of this.

"Oh come on. What's the point of this. I'm going to fail this test anyway. When have you ever actually got a student with good grades besides Lisa around this joint?" Bart complained, feeling that this tutoring was unnecessary.

"If you just listened and paid close attention than..."

"I have to get an A or higher! I've paid attention before and I got a D- for it!" Bart argued.

"It was one test! Maybe if you kept it up you would..."

"What? What!" Bart yelled.

"Fine. If that's how you'll act. Why don't you just go play outside during the rest of the two hours of tutoring, before the test." Skinner looked at him, eye to eye, as he meant it under his serious tone.

"Uh.. I didn't really meant it.." Bart, felt somewhat sorry.

"Just go... Maybe your right. Maybe this whole school is just really a waste of your time." Skinner stepped out of the home classroom , as he was disheartened right now. Bart could tell easily that behind that serious look, was a depressed Skinner. "If you need me. I'll be at my office."


Bart took a step into the office, feeling a bit bad for what he just said, he usually wouldn't care if he yelled at an adult but this was different. As Bart walked up to the silent Skinner working on several paper work, he noticed a picture frame that he never actually seen before. It looked like Skinner with facial hair, but wearing a dress with lipstick on.

"Who's that? You? Dressed up as a woman?" Bart asked, wondering why such a picture existed.

"Nope. That happens to be my twin sister, Bart." Skinner said, marking on some paper work.

"Looks like something out of the movie, Jack and Jill." Bart replied.

"Yes, that wasn't a good movie... but this really is my sister." Skinner replied.

"What happened to her?" He asked.

"When I was setting off to Nam, I waved goodbye to my sister since... I don't remember well" Skinner held the picture frame, looking at it, remember the old days back then. "She was a kind woman, though people didn't see much in her because of her more manly characteristics. After the war, I stepped back into my home, I couldn't wait to be back after all the gritty violence I encountered. The nightmares I endured seeing villages, one by one, burned by both Americans and Vietnamese. As I took a step back into my home country..."

Skinner suddenly hesitated for a moment...

"What... What happened then?" Bart, felt a bit sorry for what he was going to hear.

" As I stepped back into my home country... only to find out that she wasn't their to wave a hello. She... She disappeared. No one knew what happened, I never saw her again since I left my home country."

"That must have been hard on you." Bart, felt even more sorry for the guy.

"Yes... Yes it was. Now I left the army life for the school, to help these kids achieve success later on. It's all I have now." Skinner sighed, placing the picture frame back in place. He than looked at Bart and said, "You know Bartholomew. Your lucky to have a sister that always sticks by your side no matter how far your pranks go."

"Yeah... I.. I guess your right... It's great having Lisa around..." Bart felt odd inside, just staring at the ground, wondering what this strange feeling was. He had it before... but he was not sure what it was.

"Yep. Every sibling are going to have their fights... but when you grow older and step into the real world... your going to miss her. Just like me." Skinner sighed.

Bart than raised his head up to Skinner, looking to him face to face, but wasn't sure how to put this, as he never usually say this.

"Uh.. Look... Maybe... Maybe I'll give the tutoring thing a chance before the test during that hour..." Bart said.

"Well... That's good of you Bart. If you want. I'll add in an extra hour to recount some of the more smaller detail." Skinner smiled a bit.

"Yeah. That would be great." Bart smiled.


The clock was ticking at 3:34 PM on Saturday, and the tutoring begun for two hours in the class homeroom... as time flies by, the clock soon ticked to 5:34 as sunset made it's turn. It was time for the test...

"Okay. Bart. That's enough tutoring right now... Let's get on with the test." Skinner held out a packet of different subjects.

Suddenly Bart gulped, feeling a bit nervous on this test. A test deciding him to stay or get expelled... Skinner placed it on his desk, sitting in another student's desk as he pulled out a book to read from the shelves. Bart looked at it, feeling a bit worried, but nevertheless... he figured out the first question in a few seconds, just the thought of thinking, "Just 99 More Questions to go..."


The clock ticked again and again at 7:09 as Bart, finished with his test, handed it over to Skinner to give him his grade.

"Hmm..." Skinner pulled out his red marker, evaluating each and every one of these questions.

Bart was sweating like a pig nervously just by the thought of being a failure again as he heard the sound of the marker placed against the test's flat colorless paper next to each number. Bart looked at the clock seeing that a minute has already passed by now, he was a bit afraid and unsure... and than Skinner put away the marker. He was done grading.

"So uh... what's my grade?" Bart asked, feeling very nervous today.

"Bart... I'm afraid to tell you this..." Skinner felt very disappointed, just by the look of his face.

"Oh..no..." Bart, felt once again as a failure, looking down to the ground that he would probably never step into this school's hallways, and see all the faces of his classmates, or have a field trip and sneak off to a place of joy and excitemnet, or get a chance to pull some pranks on the teachers. He looked up to Skinner, and the young lad, "I failed didn't I?"

"I'm afraid to tell you this..." Skinner said once again. "You passed!, he stood up smiling.

"Wha.. What?" Bart felt a bit relieved their for a second, but was shocked as well.

"Scared you a bit? Didn't I?" Skinner had a chuckle. "You got a 91.5, thanks to a few extra credit questions. You see Bart, if you just try it out on and on... you'll get the hang of it."

"Yes, thanks anyway!" Bart swiped the test in joy. "I got to show this to someone!"

Bart ran off to the doorway as Skinner watched.

"It brings me joy to see that even a troublesome squirt like him can be proven to have some success in their lives." Skinner smiled. He than pulled out the picture frame of his twin-sister from under his suit, holding it close to his heart.

He looked at it for a moment, having a little tear in his eyes, wiping it off with the one index finger he had of his left hand and said directly to the picture, the memory of her sister, "It brings me joy to know that you stuck by my side, I probably wouldn't give up on such a child thanks to you."


Lisa Simpson, was playing her Sax under the bright full moon, sitting upon the ledge of Springfield Bridge, playing to her heart as she usually would. Suddenly she stopped for a moment, hearing the loud familiar yelling's of, "Lisa! Lisa!" over and over again. She definitely realized who it was, jumping off the ledge of the bridge to the sidewalk, and than she spotted Bart.

"Bart? What do you want. Come to put my advice into the ground again." Lisa sighed.

"No... Your advice is actually pretty good Lisa. I got an 91.5!" Bart smiled.

"Oh. Good for you." Lisa sighed, not showing any signs of joy to him at all.

"What's wrong Lise?" Bart asked.

"Bart. Do you know who I met on Springfield Bridge, the one bridge where people can get out and into this town without any trouble. He was one of the many few who actually understood me, Bart. Took time to listen." Lisa showed a bitter and serious look to Bart.

"Yeah. I do know. It's um... What's his name... He was a piano player. Wasn't he?" Bart said.

"He was a SAXOPHONE PLAYER!" She yelled, feeling a burst of rage just coming out of the open. "HIS NAME WAS BLEEDING GUMS! BLEEDING GUMS MURPHY YOU!"

"Chill down Lise!" Bart replied, hoping she would calm down.

"Oh... what's the point... you never listen..." Lisa, feeling a bit glum tonight. That no one alive in this town could probably understand her.

"Yeah... but your always saving my butt from trouble." Bart smiled.

"So what... what have you done?" Lisa turned around.

"What have I done? Your really asking that? I don't know... maybe, the time I send funding for a reserve of all the abandoned animals of Springfield... what else? Hmm... The time me and Leon Kompowsky made a birthday song for you Lisa... and let's not forget. I sacrificed a lot of cash for that one album, Sax On The Beach by Bleeding Gums Eddie Murphy himself, to cheer you up. It's not just him I remembered that understand you. There was Mr. Bergstrom! You want a family member besides Mom? Grandma, Mona Simpson! How about that!" Bart said.

"Yeah... I.. Guess you have done some good things." Lisa sighed, feeling somewhat better, but still held a grip onto the rage she had, just waiting to burst out again.

"But you know what else?" Bart placed his hand upon Lisa's shoulder.

"What?" Lisa looked at her older brother wondering what he was going to say, that it was not going to change anything.

"This 91.5 I got... was because I listened some very good advice from you... I was tutored under two hours, which isn't actually enough time to remember all the teachings from each and every subject according to you. I took the advice of flash cards and reading the book during some of my recesses before the test ever started. Than... I decided to look for more ways... the way I found pretty good was your notes."

"My notes? But I'm in 3rd Grade and your in 5th." Lisa said.

"Yes, but I have copied your style of taking notes so far. I examined each and every page, I even found that you wrote tips as reminders to help you study." Bart smiled.

"Y..You have listened Bart." Lisa's raging frown change to a blissful smile.

"Yeah. I couldn't have done it without you Lise... "

Bart couldn't finish his sentence at all because Lisa hugged his older brother, feeling happy as Bart was a bit disgusted or embarrassed of it, nevertheless... he responded by hugging her little sister as well. The two stepped back, smiling at each other that their were no more conflicts between as of now.

"I'm glad you didn't got caught trouble with the mob at least." Lisa said

Suddenly out of nowhere, a Gun Shot rang through the air, catching the two's attention.


Bart and Lisa quickly ran to Downtown Springfield, where the gunshot was last heard. They spotted a huge crowd of Springfieldians and Homer on a carrier with his knee shot, and for some reason... the mafia under arrest by the Police Department.

"I'll get you for it Homer!" Fat Tony shaked his own hand as a sign of revenge, while the police recovered a pistol from his hand.

"What happened?" A worried Bart, along with Lisa, ran to their father.

"I don't know! They said they found a horribly hand-wrote letter saying to shoot Skinner, supposedly the style of an young brat of some sort. They later notice that my handwriting and that handwriting was quite similar... than they noticed that I may have 'burrowed' some fancy alcohol from their secret warehouses..." Homer said.

"That's a... funny story... Homer..." Bart gulped.

"When I find who framed me! I'm going to strangle that little brat's neck so long that he won't have time for last words!" Homer angrily said.

Suddenly Bart and Lisa chuckled a bit, looking at each other, feeling a bit worried than ever.

"Now? Was their something you wanted to tell me, boy?" Homer asked.

"Uh... before I tell you Homer... You know how someone gets in real serious trouble and three months later, they tell it to their friends for a good laugh?" Bart said.

"Did you do something wrong?" Homer asked.

"Uh... I may have... wrote that letter..." Bart came out with the truth.

Suddenly Homer twitched his eye a bit and simply said, "Boy... I'm not mad at you... but... I'M GOING TO STRANGLE YOUR LITTLE NECK!"

Homer tried to grab his son's throat, but the little hoodlum ran away fast as he could, as Homer fell to the ground, off the stretcher trying to strangle the boy.

"DOH!" Homer said.


(ENDING SCENE)

A Looney Tunes Ending Scene appears at the end with "That's All Folks!" as a cartoonish 1950's Black and White Colored Motion Nick Riviera bursts through the background saying, "Bye Everybody!"