Chapter 13

Bart parked in a spot at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. He got out of the car, walking in stride.

"So far, so good." He said to himself. "Nothing wrong so far."

"Hey, jackass!" a voice behind him called out to "Homer", who turned around to see a man calling out from his own car. "This is my spot! Get out of here!"

"Dude, there are tons of closer spots. Why can't I have this one?" "Homer" asked.

"Because I want my wife to know that I'm the tough guy at work!" he whined. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. "Excuse me a minute." He answered. "Hello? Oh, hi honey! I'm threatening someone for taking my parking spot. Yes, I'm your big strong man and I'm yours only. Hold on a second, sweetie." He calls out to "Homer". "That's right! You better run, you bastard!" He went back on the phone. "Sorry, I lost my temper. Okay, I'll see you later. I love you too."

And with that, he hung up the phone and turned to "Homer". "So as I was saying…" he stopped as he realized that "Homer" was gone. "Well, this is nice."

Bart walked to his father's usual work area: Sector 7G.

"Okay," Bart said, as he sat down on his chair. "We learned some of this stuff in school. It's some kind of power. What was it? Nu… nu… NUCULAR! I got a D+ on it in science class. I'm practically ready at this workplace! Now, to sit back and relax."

Bart leaned on his chair and closed his eyes. "I'm just going to take a little nap…"

Meanwhile, at the head office, Mr. Burns and Smithers were looking at security cameras. There was one camera showing Lenny and Carl putting swords in nuclear waste and fighting each other with them, another showed a bunch of people cheering during a cockfight and another that showed someone drinking beer.

"All these people are all incompetent," Mr. Burns complained. "They don't know how to work."

Smithers responded, "I can have them fired before lunch, sir."

"I said they're all incompetent, I didn't say they weren't ambitious. Well, expect for that fellow over here, he's a whole other story." He said this while pointing at "Homer" who was sleeping. "Say, Smithers, who is this doughboy?"

"Homer Simpson, sir," Smithers said. "One of your low lives from Section 7G."

Mr. Burns scratched his chin. "Simpson, eh?" he spoke. "He's the one who probably costing our plant more money than Bill Cosby in Leonard Part Six."

Smithers was confused. "I thought you said you no longer remembered that movie."

Burns shook his head. "No, no! I said I WISHED to forget that movie. Just like I wanted to forget that movie The Conqueror with John Wayne! I tell you, Smithers, every actor that I like makes a bad movie."

Smithers looked at "Homer" through the camera. "So what should we do with Mr. Simpson?"

"Well, Smithers," he said, meddling with his fingers. "According to the security tapes, he was the one responsible for the fireworks fiasco that cost the plant four hundred dollars!"

Smithers responded. "Sir, that doesn't seem like a lot of money. You're rich, you can afford to cost the damages."

"But it was a waste of time! It was like the sequel to Gremlins! It was NOT necessary! Now bring him to me."

Bart was sleeping, talking in his sleep. "No, Mom, I don't want to go to school today! There's no test, I just feel sick."

Suddenly, Smithers appeared in the work area and shouted, "Simpson!"

"Homer" snapped his eyes open. "AH!" he pushed a bunch of buttons, pretending he was working. "I wasn't sleeping on the job! Everything is fine!"

"Homer" more buttons, one of them turned out to be the alarm button. Suddenly, alarms went off and all the workers went into a panic.

"OH MY GOD!" one worker exclaimed. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! AAAAHHHHH!" And with that, he threw himself out a window.

Smithers shook his head as all Hell broke loose. "You're lucky that this is a drill or this could've been a lot worse. Mr. Burns would like to see you."

Bart gulped.