Opening Gag - Bartman (AKA Bart) flies into the air with his sidekick, Houseboy (AKA Milhouse)
Billboard Gag - "I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you?" Bart Simpson appeared at a billboard
Chalkboard Gag - "America, let's see what happens in the next four years... sigh", "America, let's see what happens in the next four years... sigh"
Couch Gag - The Simpsons run to the couch in 19th Century Clothing, English Style
Ep 59 - S02E09 Date - April 14 2012
Bergstrom Returns Synopsis - Lisa feels depressed until Bergstrom appears, hired for a nice teaching job. Though things, won't turn well with Homer meeting Bergstrom again...
It was a rainy morning this day, the skies were grey and little Lisa headed to a store wearing her old purple raincoat from last year. The store she entered, had many flowers, different kinds, but a depressing look held onto her face.
"Excuse me." Lisa asked the man in charge.
"Yes little girl?" The Manager turned his attention to her.
"Do you have any roses? Purple ones?"
Lisa Simpson searched store after store for Purple Rose and this happened to be the last shop she know of that possibly could have such flowers.
"Hmm... actually... we just had a new shipment as of now. That will be twenty bucks a flower."
"Twenty Bucks!" Lisa was shocked.
"These roses don't come in easy. Rare where they come from. What do you need such roses anyway? Invited to a wedding? A flower girl? Seems strange on a rainy day." He said.
"It's for a dead friend." She looked down upon the ground.
"Oh... I see..." The Manager didn't expect such an answer.
He felt a bit sorry for her...
"Um... tell you what... how much do you have?" He asked
"Fifteen Dollars, a quarter, and an lollipop. Why?" Lisa asked.
"Well... Under some circumstances... the price dropped pretty low this day, I'll give five of those roses, just for you." He said.
"Thanks." Lisa showed a small smile on her face.
The Manager walked towards the back of the shop through a door. As the time passed by, he came back holding a batch of fresh purple roses wrapped by cloth.
"Here you go little girl." The Manager smiled as he glady handed the cloth wrapped roses to her.
In return, Lisa gave the money and lollipop she had.
"Thank you." Lisa responded, just before stepping out of the flower store as the manager watched.
"Aw... that's sweet." He said.
"Hey!" Apu said.
"Were you standing back their the whole time!"
"Standing back their! You told me to wait here for some red roses when I wanted some purple roses for my nagging wife! You say it's expensive until I see you giving five roses, not one, but five -!- to the girl for a cheaper deal!" Apu was furious.
"Were closed now. You should leave." He responded, not in kindness, but just sighing in boredom.
"Oh that's it! You are not welcome to my Kwik-E-Mart if my wife comes nagging around the place!" Apu said.
"Uh-huh... and I suppose that I shouldn't welcome you to my store, where your wife insist this is her favorite... especially with all the special flowers delivered from other countries such as India?" The Manager smirked a smile.
"Oh! Why! Well!... Err... You win this round!" An angry Apu pointed his finger right at him, just before leaving. "But I sware I'll be back!"
"You don't scare me!" He simply yelled at Apu, stomping his way out of the store.
Lisa stepped out of Marge's Red Car and near to the gates, gazing the word, "SPRINGFIELD CEMETERY". Lisa stood by as Homer and Marge, carrying Maggie, stepped out.
"Okay, Lisa. Take all the time you need, I'll be here waiting for Bart." Marge said.
"Where is Bart?" Homer noticed he was missing.
"He left an hour earlier from the house to the Kwik-E-Mart with Milhouse." Marge answered.
"That's just great." Lisa said, feeling too gloomy to say a good thing at all. "I'm depressed as usual and I bet Bart is having a great day with his friend."
Meanwhile at the Kwik-E-Mart...
"THIS IS A ROBBERY!" A Man with blue skin, wearing a lab coat and a pair of lab goggles burst in with a sack and explosives covering his own body.
"AAH!" Abe screamed as he grabbed unto his chest real tight, feeling a real heart attack on his hands. "Don't scare me like that!"
The Kwik-E-Mart was filled with people who dropped their belongings in shock, especially Bart and his best friend AKA sidekick and scapegoat, Milhouse, along with familiar citizens of the town such as Apu, Snake, Abe Simpson, and Clancy Wiggum.
"Stop it Snake!" Apu yelled.
"Hey! I didn't do anything... yet." Snake reacted as he grabbed a pack of chips.
"Sorry. Force of habit." The Indian American apologized.
"Someone! Someone call the police!" Chief Wiggum cried.
"You are the police!" Bart argued.
"Someone call an ACTUAL police!" Chief Wiggum cried.
"Okay! Look! The names Dr. Colossus. Don't you know me?" Dr. Colossus said.
"Oh yeah... you appeared less, more like cameo's, in the TV series and more often in the comics as a Simpsons Villain." Clancy Wiggum said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bart was confused of the mentioning of TV series and Comics.
"When I said TV series, I mean series of events that naturally occur and when I say Comics, I mean series of events that fans barely remember." Wiggum explained.
"Fans?" Apu was confused.
"You know, electronic fans that give you a good winding in your houses. They barely remember a thing having no CPU in them." Clancy Wiggum said.
"NEVER MIND THAT! Stop stalling and give in the cash!" Dr. Colossus demanded.
"Okay... I will reach for the cash... that I do not keep in the cash register..." Apu slowly reached under the counter for the one button activating the silent alarm. "That I keep... under... the counter."
Apu, with the press of a button, in need of help from the police, activated the silent alarm.
"SILENT ALARM ACTIVATED! SILENT ALARM ACTIVATED! EVERYONE REMAIN CALM!" The Speakers yelled loudly to a point that everyone could heart it just a mile away.
"Errr..." Dr. Colossus was becoming very impatient now.
"Damn that silent alarm. I meant to get that fixed." Apu sighed.
Suddenly the sound of police cars roared throughout the area, from outside to inside of the grocery store.
"Were saved!" An smiling Milhouse hurrayed, jumping in the air twice.
The police cars rushed to the Kwik-E-Mart. One of the drivers were Louie and Eddie driving the police car, but have yet to hear the situation.
"Louie to Jarvis. What's the situation?" Louie called onto the radio.
"We have a terrorist situation here at the Kwik-E-Mart. Some Mad Scientist with a degree in Physics for reasons unknown decided to rob a local grocery store." Jarvis called back at headquarters.
"Well we policemen in this town don't negotiate with terrorists, Jarvis. Can you find a group of policemen in another town who can negotiate with terrorists?" Eddie asked as he drove the car.
"Yeah? The last time we tried it out, a bomb took out three of our favorite pubs. Those were horrible times seeing all that beer go to waste." Louie, a little tear in his eye, could remember those unforgiving times. "Horrible times."
Dr. Colossus was furious, walking in circles, thinking what to do with the hostages or maybe the whole Kwik-E-Mart.
"Never mind! I'm going to send this place to hell!" Dr. Colossus yelled, with no thought to it, pressed the button with an evil grin to his face.
"Uh... excuse me." Apu was at the main entrance of the Kwik-E-Mart. "While you were talking, we seized the opportunity to escape. Please Come Again. I'll see you in hell!"
"Oh fiddle sticks." Dr. Colossus sighed.
Lisa headed towards an old friends tombstone on this rainy day, walking past by a red capitalized K, smoking hot, flying from an certain explosion from a certain grocery store. Lisa didn't even noticed both the explosion or the K landing onto the grassy grounds of the cemetery. She was too busy were here on thoughts.
"There it is." Lisa spotted the tombstone marked with the words, "HERE LIES BLEEDING GUMS MURPHY."
Lisa walked up to the gravestone, placing the purple rose near it.
"It's been a while but I'm here now." Lisa said, talking to the very gravestone that stood in front of her. "I don't know what to do anymore! I'm nine and yet I feel like your past is just slipping away from me! Even when I made the world realized who you are... I feel like... that you'll soon be gone... forever... Is this a part of growing up? To forget our past lives and move on to the future?"
"Oh Lisa." Marge stood beside her. "If you don't want to forget the past, preserve his memory... I mean... I do believe you still have Bleeding Gum's sax? Don't you?"
"Yeah but my grandma's... I have pictures of several memories being with them... I only have his sax and I don't think it's enough to remember him by." Lisa sighed.
"Well... I do know one place that can always be a good reminder..." Marge said.
"Yeah and this will be a good reminder of why I love duff!" Homer pulled a wagon all the way here, carrying ten tons of barrels filled with delicious frosty beer.
"Oh good lord..." Marge said.
"I just found it across the street! Wait till I bring this to Moe's." Homer said.
Meanwhile in the background, Moe walked in the cemetery confused saying, "I know I just had a shipment of beer here somewhere...", scratching his head.
The Simpsons were ready to go until they noticed Bart just running towards them with Milhouse.
"Bart? Where have you actually been? No one stay's this long at the Kwik-E-Mart." Marge said.
"A Mad Scientist took us hostage at the Kwik-E-Mart and threatened to blow it up! Ka-Boom! That's what!" Bart explained.
"Uh-huh... A Mad Scientist." Marge didn't believed in Bart's story one bit.
The family stopped by near a certain bridge as the rain was nothing more than sprinkling droplets of water. Marge put the car in park near a parking lane before the front of the bridge. They weren't many cars around this bridge as of now but was well known for being an entrance and exit of Springfield, especially when it comes to transporting supplies and food.
"Remember this place sweety? It's the Springfield Bridge?" Marge smiled.
"Yeah... I remember this... I first met Bleeding Gums at this bridge playing the most talented jazz I haven't heard for some time..." Lisa started to show a little smile, gazing at the same dusty bridgeside that Bleeding Gums sat.
"Well... everytime you pass by, seeing this bridge, you'll remember... 'Look World! Murphy played jazz their!'." Marge smiled, hoping she would cheer up a bit.
"Sorry mom..." The little girl's little smile suddenly got replaced with a frown. "I know you mean well... but... it's just not it..."
"He's your friend. He's just as memorable as your family members!" Marge said.
"WHY YOU LITTLE!" Homer, a family member, strangled Bart.
Suddenly Marge, Maggie and Lisa's attention focused from the bridge to Homer strangling Bart from the front seat to the back seat.
"THIS IS FOR NOT HOOKING THE WAGON OF BOOZE TO THE CAR BOY! YOU LOST THE BOOZE! YOU LOST THE BOOZE!" A furious Homer strangled his son.
"Ack! Eck! Ack!" Bart could barely breath.
Nighttime at the Simpsons House, Lisa heard Bart calling out, "Oh Lisa!" repeatedly as if he had a surprise for him... Lisa only thought, "Oh what is it now?", strolling down the stairs thinking it's another of Bart's silly pranks. What was Bart up to this time? Nevertheless, Lisa wanted to get this over with.
"Oh Lisa!" Bart called her name out again.
"What?" Lisa stepped into the TV room.
She saw Bart holding the phone as he dialed in a few numbers immediately as he saw him.
"Let me guess? Prank calls to cheer me up." She sighed.
"Yeah. Let's try one." Bart grinned.
At Moe's Tavern, Moe was real angry that his shipment of beer suddenly just disappeared as Homer, Carl, Lenny, Barney, and a few other usual drunks listened to his angry repeating yelling's.
"Dang it! I had a wagon of barrels filled with the newest brand of beer and suddenly it goes missing! I knew I shouldn't have left it for a few minutes at the cemetery" Moe said.
"Yeah!" Homer was on his side. "I hope you jab a nail to whoever stole it, Moe!"
"Hey Homer, why are you suddenly agreeing with one of Moe's nasty threats?" Carl said.
"Just angry too! It's the boy, Bart." Homer angrily said. "He lost a wagon of barrels filled with delicious beer I found near the cemetery."
"Hey... wait a minute..." Moe just realized something.
"Yeah?" Homer took a sip of beer from his jug.
"You! It was you! You haven't paid your tabs haven't you!" Moe pointed the finger at him.
"Okay! Okay! Here's the tab money I owe you. Sheesh." Homer placed fifty bucks on the counter.
Moe quickly swiped, just as a phone rang. Moe was about to reach for the phone until he stopped for a minute.
"Wait a minute? Unknown caller?" Moe looked at the Caller ID. "It must be that damn prankster who makes me so mad!"
Moe swiped the phone with bitter temper and yelled, "HEY YOU! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST PRANK CALL ME! THINK AGAIN YOU!"
"We, KBBL Radio, were going to give the 38th Caller a million dollars but Soooorrrry! I guess you can't handle our prank station! You can't take a joke!" Bill spoke through the phone.
"Bill and Marty? KBBL Radio Station! Look! I'm sorry!" Moe tried to apologized.
"Bye bye." Bill hanged up the phone.
"Oh damn it!" Moe said.
Meanwhile at the Simpsons house, Bart kept hearing, "BEEP! The person your calling does not exist." on the phone.
"Dang it. Must've changed phone number. I'll find out either way. Hey Lise? Lise?" Bart noticed Lisa was walking straight out of here.
She wondered why she was just looking down upon the ground, feeling utterly depressed. Bart thought, "What's her problem?"
It was another school day in the morning and Lisa looking depressed as ever walked into the school hallways, passing by some friends.
"Hi Lisa!" Janie said next to Allison and Alexis.
"Hi guys..." Lisa spoke in glum-moody voice.
The three wondered why she's in such a bad mood thinking that she could use a little cheering up. Janie, Allison, and Alexis walked along side her as Janie asked, "What's up?"
"Nothing new..." Lisa replied.
"You know... I'm having a party on Friday... You want to come?" Alexis asked.
"No thanks..." Lisa replied.
"There's a spelling tournament soon. I bet you wouldn't even miss that." Allison smiled.
"Not feeling like it..." Lisa just walked off.
The three stood their wondering that something must've really ticked her off... but what?
As Lisa was walking with her head facing at the ground, the ceiling, some walls, it mostly faced toward the ground feeling disheartened inside. She turned her head up, and unexpectedly saw a man carrying stacks of boxes coming her way. The man couldn't see where he was going with that many boxes and Lisa didn't know what to do as he was coming. The two bumped into each other, falling to the ground as around five to seven boxes scattered on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just stood their and..."
"No need Lisa..." The Man said.
Suddenly Lisa recognized that voice. It was familiar to her. She turned her head up, surprised, and said, "Bergstrom?"
"Yep. That's my last name." Mr. Bergstrom smiled.
"Wh..What are you doing here? I thought you went to Capital City." Lisa was shocked, yet felt a mix of different emotions throughout her head.
"Your looking at the new Language Art's teacher. Ms. Kawson, I believe she's called, found a better paying job at Capital City... though... Capital City has... changed much..." Bergstrom sighed.
"Changed? How..."
"Y...You don't want to know..." Bergstrom frowned a bit, nevertheless he turned that frown upside down, glad to see one of his favorite students around. "Anyway? How've you've been?"
"Depressed..." Lisa simply answered.
"Let me guess... the grief of a dead friend? I've seen that look before." Mr. Bergstrom spoke.
"Yeah... I feel like... he's slipping away... That growing up is also to forget the past..." Lisa sighed.
Mr. Bergstrom sighed, placing the palm of his hand onto Lisa's shoulder. He was going to say something.
"Lisa... I had a dead friend just like you... You know what makes me remember that I care for the memories of my ancestor's... Music, Gifts, and even candy. Something the Mexicans do on Halloween night, only they call it the Day of The Dead. Though of course you already knew that." Mr. Bergstrom said.
"That's... nice. I think I'll do that." Lisa felt cheered up.
"Speaking of music... I haven't heard the lovely sax player for a long time. How about you come to my class after school. My homeroom, like other 5th and 6th grade rooms, are on the second floor. I don't just want to see that Sax or the fancy playing. I want to see the spirit alive inside you. What do you say?" Mr. Bergstrom showed a kind smiled, a token of appreciation you may call it.
"Th...That would be nice..." Lisa smiled back.
Children were running gladly out of school, ready to enjoy the rest of the day, all but Lisa Simpson who stayed after school. She stood before Bergstrom's door ready to play her sax, just about to step in... until she heard a conversation. She peaked and was a bit surprised to see this.
"Hello Bergstrom... You wanted to see me?" Mr. Nental grinned.
"Stop it with the tricks Nental." Bergstrom sighed, feeling very disappointed in the man.
"What do you ever mean?"
"The children told me about your horrific ways of teaching... Who you really are... You can't fool me like you fool the others. I know who you are." The serious look in his eyes was not some show.
"You don't actually believe whatever the rascals have told you? Do you?" Mr. Nental said.
"I believe a child's word by just telling their faces. I can tell if they could lie and they weren't lying one bit. I was a bit shocked... but now I think you should head off..."
"To what? The prison? Send me to the FBI!" Mr. Nental's cold sheering appearance started revealing itself. "You have no proof. I am as clean on the outside as a thief blending in with the crowd..."
"Proof or not. I will protect these children from a cold-blooded scoundrel like yourself." Bergstrom, serious he was, spoke against Nental's mental crazed mind.
"Or what?" Mr. Nental calmly spoke.
"Or I'll give a call to the FBI. You only fool the town with a name and they don't even know that your resemble 100% to one of FBI's most wanted... but the FBI, no... They can tell who's a fake and your a fake, Nental." Bergstrom said.
"You wouldn't dare." Nental looked at him with a mean eye, one serious and taunting, yet it didn't scared Bergstrom at all.
"I will. I researched how you strike Nental and apparently their is a little weakness to it... and I'll be on my guard if you try to strike me down."
"Heh heh..." Nental gave an evil grin. "Tell me? You could do it right now and have the kids continue their lives normal... why let me continue this way? You could even get a big reward for such a good deed."
"Because... I believe in people can change... even the most twisted of hearts... especially from a man who can't lay a finger on a child anymore." Bergstrom said.
"Well played... but I can't change... and you can't stay on your guard forever..." Nental stepped out of the classroom.
As Nental stepped out grinning, Lisa just stood their. Nental didn't even gave a look, he didn't even say such a despicable twisted remark. He just ignored her, was he actually going with Bergstrom's deal?
"Lisa? You heard it... didn't you?" Bergstrom sighed.
"Uh... yes..." Lisa stepped in with her sax. She looked at Nental, worried for his safety, she didn't want to lose another friend like Murphy... especially to one who's insane. "Nental can't change. He's already gone onto a road that won't change direction anytime soon..."
"Lisa... I've actually seen his kind at a mental hospital. I actually helped those kind of patients for over four years. It wasn't easy at all... not even at the end I was sure that they were fully changed as the patients leaved. I believe that his kind can change, Lisa. You just got to have time..." Bergstrom said.
"But he's a monster! He's worst! He's a cannibalistic psychotic murderer!" Lisa argued in rage. "He could probably fool you easily of change by just going into one of his kind old man persona's!"
"Lisa. I believe your familiar with Dualism." Bergstrom said.
"Yes... Good cannot exist without evil. I know." Lisa sighed.
"And unfortunately, their is more evil than good in the world... but it doesn't mean that people can stay that way forever..." Bergstrom said.
"I.. I know..." Lisa lowered her head, facing to the ground, still worried about her safety.
Bergstrom noticed Lisa's unhappy nature. "Lisa. You still haven't show me your musical talent."
"Well... Okay." Lisa showed a little smile.
Night-time at The Simpsons house, Homer grunted on Pork Chop Night, the one day where he loved to eat pork chops... only to get replaced by chicken. He just sat their at the dinner table as Marge, Bart, Lisa, and even Maggie settled up the table for a guest, Bergstrom.
"Oh! Why do we have to eat fried chicken over pork chops?" Homer sighed.
"Dad!" Lisa looked at her father a bit serious. "I want everything to be perfect and since Bergstrom is Jewish, he can't eat pork."
"So? That Muslim friend of Bart's, Bashir, tasted a can of beer during that one day." Homer said.
"Yeah... that wasn't a good idea, Homer." Bart said. "Bashir is now grounded for a month by his own parents and even after that, he's not supposed to enjoy any of his favorite food or TV shows until June."
Suddenly they heard the door bell rang.
"It's him! It's him!" Lisa had a hard time breathing. "Is the dinner table set? Do I look organized! There's a bouquet of flowers on the table?
"Yes. Lisa." Marge smiled. "Now I'll just get the door and..."
Too late. Lisa dashed to the entry room, and quickly she did, opened the door, knewing it was Bergstrom at the door.
"MAAATTTTLOOOOOCKKKK!" Abe screamed at the door.
"Grandpa?" Lisa was disappointed.
The rest of the family came to see if it's the guest Lisa mentioned of, but it was only Grandpa Simpson.
"Mattlock!" Abe Simpson screamed out an Elderly TV favorite. "My favorite TV show comes in a few minutes! I had to use the nearest TV so..."
"Sure! Sure!" Lisa answered. "Just hurry! Bergstrom is coming any..."
"Hello their Lisa." Bergstrom came smiling at the entryway, surprising Lisa at the most unpredictable moment.
Lisa looked at how he was wearing a mix of western but modern day clothing, sporting a brown leather coat, blue jeans, and a belt with the words, "Texas" on it, but this time no big Cowboy Hat to go with it.
"Oh god! Your here!" Lisa had a hard time breathing. "Let's have a wonderful meal now. A wonderful meal. A wonderful meal."
"Why did you say that three times?" Bergstrom was a bit worried and curious of why Lisa was acting so awkward.
Suddenly Lisa, not knowing what to do or say, fell to the ground.
"Uh... That's her way of saying, 'come in'." Marge said.
Bergstrom's dinner was going really well with The Simpsons, they had fried chicken with a side serving of mash potatoes and pea's. Lisa, a vegetarian, enjoyed the mash potatoes and pea's but instead of fried chicken, she had two corn cobs.
"And that's why Marxism will truly never become a reality if a group of higher people for a lust of power turns it into communism." Bergstrom said.
"So what your saying is this Karl Marx guy... is evil?" Homer said.
"What? No. I'm saying that other people turned his ideas into something else." Bergstrom said.
"So he's evil?" Homer was still quite confused.
"Uh dad... why don't you get another serving of fried chicken? Will you?" Lisa was a bit worried that Homer might ruin everything, even by a little conversation.
"Sure. Why not." Homer drooled over the tasteful scent of fried chicken.
"Hey guess what." Bart said. "I found an old 1987 Lego piece in the backyard."
"Guess what I did." Lisa said. "I just..."
"Wait Lisa. Want to hear what Bart says." Homer smiled, interrupting her daughter. "What color was it?"
"You know." Lisa spoke." I did just..."
"Shush Lisa. Your brother is trying to say something." Homer again interrupted Lisa.
"Uh... Simpson." Mr. Bergstrom sighed, finding something about Homer... disappointing.
"Yes Mr. Bergstrong." Homer said.
"It's Bergstrom... and apparently... I don't think you've been giving Lisa the attention she needs... even a smart self-educated girl needs attention." Mr. Bergstrom said.
"What? You think that I ignore my daughter?" Homer said.
"Homer. I think he may actually be right." Marge said.
"Bergstrom is usually right." Lisa felt a bit disappointed in her father as well. "You have..."
"Shush Lisa. I need to talk with the crazy man." Homer didn't even looked at Lisa's face.
"Look Homer." Bergstrom said. "I'm staying in Springfield for a long time, but I'm not always goign to be their for Lisa. Your her role model, you have to be their for her... but your proving to be... excuse my langauge... an ogre."
"WHAT! Get. Out. Of my house. Right now." Homer demanded.
"Dad!" Lisa became angry of him.
"Shush Lisa. I can't focus with your mumbling." Homer, again, ignored Lisa.
"Look Simpson." Bergstrom tried to reason with him, but it was no use. "Your going to have to..."
"Get! OUT!" Homer pointed to the way out.
"Fine... I will. If your not going to listen to me... at least listen to your daughter... your whole family if must..." Bergstrom stood from his chair. "Oh by the way. The dinner was lovely, Ms Simpson. It really..."
"GET OUT!" Homer demanded again.
Bergstrom, this time, just left in silence. The whole family could hear the door slamming on the way out as Lisa was furious with Homer's stubborn irresponsible nature.
"Finally that jerk goes. Me? An ogre?" Homer said, still feeling a bit angry about it.
Bart, Marge, and Maggie were too silent about it, but Lisa, her anger told her otherwise.
"Yes dad. You are an ogre!" Lisa
"What? You can't agree with that jerk too?" Homer said.
"Jerk? The only jerk their has been is the Ogre! I'm looking at!" Lisa yelled at her father.
"If you like him so much! Why don't you let him be his role model! Huh?" Homer was quite angry at Lisa's behavior.
"Guess what! He is, so was Bleeding Gums Murphy! Now I have a good reason to not let go of the past! To not let go of Bleeding Gums Murphy! Because he was a good role model! He was just as great as Bergstrom! But YOU! YOU ON THE OTHER HAND! WAS NEVER A GOOD ROLE MODEL! YOU ARE A COMPLETE SELFISH NO GOOD SENSELESS OGRE!" Lisa was mad, furious. She pointed her finger right at the tip of Homer's nose.
"Wha..."
"Lisa... Calm down." Marge was a bit worried where this argument could go.
"Yeah Lise... Calm down already." Bart added.
"NO! HE HEARD ME FAIR AND SQUARE! AN OGRE! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?"
"What?" Homer simply responded, not angry at all, but rather listening.
"I.. I... I don't know... I just needed to take my mind off..." Lisa calm down. "I'm going to bed..."
Homer watched Lisa stood up from her chair and walked off to the entry-room. He could hear the stairs tapping, and he wasn't sure what to do now.
"Oh... maybe I should... cheer her up..." Homer said.
"You should... Lisa was quite furious... and Bergstrom was right." Marge said. "I'm sorry Homer, but you were acting like a jerk."
"Yeah... I better do something about it." Homer said.
The lights were off as Homer saw Lisa under the blanket from the lighted hallways, feeling guilty knowing in his heart that this was his fault
"You want me to get you some warm milk? Your favorite doll? Or read you a bedtime story?" Homer spoke, hoping she would find it in her heart to forgive him.
"No." Lisa simply denied. Homer could hear the glum moody feeling as she spoke.
"Please! Let me make it up to you." Homer stepped into Lisa's room.
"I forgive you." She simply said.
"You didn't mean that!" Homer bursted his mouth out. He walked further and sat on Lisa's bed, feeling just as bad as her. "Oh please Lisa. I bet there's something I could do."
"I don't know what you could do..." Lisa replied.
"Oh... Lisa thinks I'm a real jerk..." Homer thought. It was then he noticed Lisa's sax, her favorite instrument.
"Uh... Lisa..." Homer said.
"What?"
"You never... You never told me what your favorite song was..." Homer said.
"What do you care?" Lisa grunted.
"I just want to know..."
"I only sang it a few times... It's... Jazzman." Lisa replied. "It was my last song with Bleeding Gums... I'll never forget him now."
"You don't mind if I... hear it?" Homer asked.
"Sure..." Lisa didn't seem to mind at all.
She grabbed her sax, placing the tip to her mouth, beginning to play a tune.
"Lift me won't you lift me above... above... uh..." Lisa started to singing well, jazzing it up, until she suddenly hesistated.
"What's wrong Lisa?" Homer said.
"I...I think I may have forgotten some of the lyrics..." Lisa sighed, feeling disapointed in herself this time.
"Well... you can practice all night long if you want..." Homer placed her hand gently on Lisa's shoulder.
"Won't that be bothersome for your sleep?" Lisa asked, feeling it bit shocked yet unsurprised in her father at the sametime.
"No honey. You keep on trying. Keep on playing that tune and I'll be in bed to hear it." Homer smiled.
"T..Thanks dad..." Lisa smiled, placing her instrument beside her bed.
Homer smiled again at her daughter, taking a few steps to the doorway, before the fat man could even leave. He looked at little Lisa one more time before going to bed, smiling for her. Lisa smiled back, and so Homer turned around and left.
"I'm feeling sleepy..." Lisa yawned.
She then looked at her sax, thinking she could play one more tune.
"Oh, why not?" Lisa thought.
She grabbed the saxophone, and held it to her mouth and fingers. Then she gazed at the moon, spotting the very same bridge where she first met Bleeding Gums. She wondered if she could remember the whole song... than she spotted a picture frame for encouragement. A picture frame that held no picture but a letter in cursive, "You Are Lisa Simpson...". She gazed at the moon again, smiling.
Lift me won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice
play it clean
Jazzman!
When the Jazzman's testifyin', a faithless man believes.
He can sing you into paradise, or bring you to your knees.
Jazzman, take my blues away, Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play.
Jazzman, oh... Jazzman.
"One more time!" Lisa yelled throughout the neighborhood.
Meanwhile in the master bedroom.
"Oh c'mon..." Homer whined, trying to get some sleep. "I thought she was only going to do it once..."