Note: Alright, where were we? Oh yes! Now I remember! We're up to chapter 11 now! Enjoy reading it! Oh! Happy St. Patty's Day, btw.

Chapter 11

Bedtime Madness

Later that night, Bart and I were getting ready to go to bed. We put our pajamas on and we brushed our teeth. After I finished brushing, I went back into the bedroom and I hid behind the door. Then, I stuck my foot out.

"Ooh, I can't wait for Bart to come in here and when he enters, he'll fall right down!" I laughed.

Bart was coming from the bathroom and when he went into the bedroom, he fell down!

"Whoa!" cried Bart. He rubbed his knee gently and he looked at me, sternly.

"Lisa," he said sternly, while rubbing his injured knee. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Uh, I don't know." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know why you did that, but that was so uncool."

I ignored Bart and I started whistling.

"Don't you whistle while I'm talking to you!" said Bart angrily.

I continued whistling and I was still ignoring him.

"Lisa, I'm not kidding. I'm trying to be nice…"

I cut him off and I started to imitate him. "I'm trying to be nice." I mocked him in a deep voice that sounds like him. Bart stopped rubbing his knee and he looked at me.

"You're mimicking me." Bart said in a confused voice.

"You're mimicking me."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"That is rude, and this conversation is over."

"And this conversation is over."

Bart got up from the floor and he started to go into his toy chest to look for his Krusty doll.

"Uh, I wouldn't go in that toy chest if I were you." I said.

"Nice try, Lisa, but I'm not falling for that one again." said Bart. He opened up his toy chest and POW! A boxing glove popped up and it punched Bart right into the face!

"Whoa!" he exclaimed. He went flying in the air and he fell on the floor on his back. I started laughing at him.

"Take that back Bart!" I cackled, pointing my finger at him.

Bart was still laying on his back as I went over to him.

"Very funny, Lisa." said Bart angrily with his teeth clenched. "Just very funny."

"That's what you get for scaring me when I was trying to go to bed!" I laughed. I got on my knees and I started banging the floor with my fist, laughing hysterically. Bart then got himself up from the floor and gave himself a suddenly devilish, lopsided smile.

"Hmm, so you think that's funny that I get punched in the face with a boxing glove popping out from the toy chest, huh?" said Bart mischievously. "I'll show you funny!"

"How? It's not gonna work." I said a sing-song voice.

"It will be funny because it's time for a tickle fight!" cackled Bart, as he started tickling me. I still didn't budge because I wasn't laughing yet.

"Bart, stop it. I'm not ticklish." I said seriously.

"Ticky, ticky, tickle-tickle!" Bart said, tickling me. "Where's your tickle spot?"

"Bart, quit it. I'm not joking and stop tickling me." I said, trying to push Bart away.

"Who wants a tickle in a pickle?"

"What does that mean?"

"I learned that from my Dad, Homer Simpson!"

Suddenly, I bursted into giggles and I could not help it.

"Bart, cut it out. You're gonna get into trouble." I giggled.

"Coochie, coochie-coo!" said Bart, still tickling me.

"I'm going to Dad if you don't stop!" I warned Bart.

"Really? I don't think so because that's not happening!" he laughed.

Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. All of this tickling has gone too far! I looked at the door.

"Alright, that does it!" I yelled as I pushed Bart down. I made a run for it.

"Uh-uh-uh!" cackled Bart as he got up from the floor. He chased me and then he tackled me and pinned me down to the floor on my back. To make sure that I couldn't escape, Bart sat on my stomach and he continued to tickle me.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't escape from the tickle monster because he's got you good!" said Bart, laughing as he mercilessly tickled me.

"Knock it off Bart! I'm gonna pee in my nightgown!" I shrieked with laughter. Tears started to stream down my face.

"Aw, you're laughing so hard you're crying!" teased Bart.

"Bart! I'm not kidding! Stop it! Stop it!" I laughed. "I'm gonna die from laughter if you keep doing it! AHAHAAHAHA!"

Suddenly, Grandpa stopped by in front of the bedroom and he looked at me, being pinned down by Bart as he mercilessly tickled me.

"Aw, isn't that cute? Bart and Lisa are playing together." said Grandpa in a sweet voice.

"Grandpa! Could you help me please?!" I laughed. "I'm being tickled by my brother and I'm about to pee in my nightgown!"

Grandpa took out his camera and he started to take a picture of me being tickled by Bart.

"Say cheese." he said. He took the picture and it came out perfect. He looked at it and chuckled.

"I'm putting this in my memory book so I can always have it around." said Grandpa as he placed his photo into his pocket. Then, he left.

"Wait, Grandpa! You gotta help me! I'm tickled by Bart!" I said, laughing.

"What's the matter? Had enough?" said Bart mischievously, as he continued to tickle me. "Well, too bad. The tickle monster can do this all night and you can't escape!"

"Bart, this isn't funny! You're going to get me into an accident!" I shouted, still laughing really hard.

"How? By tickling you until you pee in your nightgown?" cackled Bart.

Suddenly, Homer came into the bedroom and he watched me getting tickled by Bart. He folded his arms and he started starring at us.

"Okay, okay, okay! That's enough! I surrender! I surrender!" I gasped between cackling gales of laughter. Tears were still streaming down my face.

"The tickle monster isn't falling for that and he can tickle you everywhere and you'll end up being tickled for the rest of your life!" cackled Bart.

He turned around and he saw Homer who was starring at us. He stopped tickling me and he looked at Homer. He didn't look very happy.

"What the hell is going on here?" he said sternly.

"Uh, nothing." said Bart nervously.

"Boy, how many times do I have to tell you not to torture your sister? You know how your mother and I feel about this." said Homer sternly.

Bart quickly got off of me and he put his hands behind his back.

"Uh, I wasn't torturing Lisa, Dad. Honest." said Bart in an innocent voice.

"Oh really? Well, why were you sitting on top of Lisa's stomach?" asked Homer madly.

Bart didn't budge and he didn't say anything.

"Come on, boy, tell me." said Homer.

"No." said Bart.

"I'll strangle you."

"You wouldn't."

"Why you little!" Homer snarled. He started to strangle Bart. His hands were on Bart's neck and he shook him.

"I can do this all night, if you want!" said Homer with his teeth clenched, as he strangled Bart.

"Okay, okay! I'll talk! I'll talk!" Bart cried.

Homer stopped strangling Bart and he put him down on the floor.

"I was sitting on top of Lisa's stomach and I was tickling her until you showed up!" explained Bart in a quick voice.

Homer's eyes widened and he turned to me. He bended down and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Lisa, is this true?" said Homer seriously.

"Yeah Dad, Bart tackled me to the floor and he was tickling me." I said nervously. "I almost peed in my nightgown."

"Bart, why would do such a thing like that?" said Homer seriously as he turned to him.

"Aw, come on, Homer. You tickled me before." protested Bart.

"I did? When?" asked Homer curiously.

"You tickled me when we went to the Nothing-head day. Remember?" said Bart.

Homer remembered the time of when we went to the Nothing-head day and we were at the stadium, dancing, but Bart.

"Come on, party pooper, bust a move." said Homer to Bart as he was dancing.

"Eh. This song's a little bossy for me." said Bart as he remained in his seat.

"Aw, come on, sourpuss." said Homer as he started to tickle Bart. "Ticky, ticky, tickle-tickle!"

Everyone stopped dancing and they looked at Homer who was tickling Bart.

"Stop it!"laughed Bart.

"Tickle-tickle-too!"

"Cut it out!"

"Tickle-tickle-who-wants-a-pickle?!"

"What does that mean?"

"Homie, maybe you should stop." said Marge seriously. "We've talked about the gray zone."

"Marge, he's laughing. That means he's happy." Homer replied, still tickling Bart. "Has the Joker taught you nothing?"

He continued tickling Bart and then, all of a sudden, he peed in his shorts! Everyone started laughing at him and he looked very embarrassed.

"Dad, how could you do that? The whole audience saw me pee my pants!" said Bart, looking all embarrassed.

"Son, I'm really, really sorry. Oh, I don't know if I can- whoo! Ever make it up to you. Whoo!" apologized Homer. But then he started doing the wave as Bart stood there, embarrassed.

Back in the present, Homer stood there frozen.

"Uh, Dad? Are you okay?" asked Bart as he snapped his fingers.

"Uh, what?" stammered Homer.

"You tickled me at the Nothing-head day and I had an accident there." said Bart.

"Oh! Now I remember! I'm sorry if I did that to you, boy." apologized Homer.

Suddenly, Santa's Little Helper and Snowball came into the bedroom. Snowball leapt into my arms.

"Oh, hi Snowball." I said, petting the cat.

"Well, it looks like you got the cat again, Lis." said Bart as he climbed into his bed with his Krusty doll. Santa's Little Helper came on to the bed and he started to yawn.

"Yep. It looks like we got to get to bed now." I said as I climbed into my bed with Snowball.

Homer gave us our good night kisses.

"Good night kids." said Homer as he started to leave the room.

"Good night, Dad. We love you." we said.

Homer then turned off the light, closed the door and then, Bart and I went to sleep.

Note: So, I suppose that's the end of chapter 11. I hope you liked it and be sure to review! Once again, Happy St. Patty's Day and be sure to stay tuned for chapter 12!

THANK YOU & see you soon!