Hello. If you didn't know, I have a reedited version of "Mr. Burns Christmas Carol" and it's on my profile now as one story instead of a two-parter. The rest of this message is just a complaint I have of The Simpsons so if you don't want to read it you don't have to. I just wanted to let you know some things about Simpson episodes that have a plot involving Moe. Have you notice that these episodes usually are about Moe redesigning his Bar or having a new girlfriend? There doing it again in Season 22 where he redesigns his tavern again. I can actually think of ideas that are interesting of what they haven't done and there doing it again. There have actually been good episodes of Moe but the point is to stop redoing the same idea over and over again.
Couch Gag Scene: The Simpsons run to the couch but as they sit on it, the lights turn off and back on. The Simpsons disappear.
Ralph the Word: "My tongue is stucked to this snow cone." Ralph said as his tongue is stuck to a pole in the winter.
Lisa was walking in the hallway as she was carrying a backpack and humming a soft song in her head. She was nine and had homework to study, so she decided to go to the library filled with books and computers to work peacefully and silently, but as she was walking in the hallway three girls were in her path.
"Hello... Jessica, Francine, and you other bullies..." Lisa said with a fake smile as she saw a group of bullies made up of five girls.
"Hello to you, punching bag." Francine said as she was about to punch Lisa for fun until she stopped as she saw a tall shadow in front of her.
A tall seven-foot skinny old man was behind the group of bullies as he smiled. It was Mr. Nental, a man who wore a dark blue thin long-sleeved shirt with buttons, a white shirt under that blue shirt with a tie, and wore brown pants.
"What do we have here?" Mr. Nental spoke as he was grinning at the bullies and Lisa. "Back in my time, when I was a kid in an academy somewhere in Europe. I grabbed a fork and stabbed my bullies in the cheek and cut their tongue off with a knife, and slit there throat with a razor blade. They didn't died by a slit in the throat. They just couldn't talk... You want to test that out?"
"You know sir... uh... Will just go now." Francine said in fear until the old man grabbed her arm.
"Go away? The last time someone said that is that I had his ribs cooked and served them to guests at a party." Nental scared the bullies and Lisa.
"What's going on here?" Principle Skinner said as he saw the old sociopath talking to children.
"Oh nothing. I was just chatting what guests would like if ribs would be served."
"Ribs? Cow or Pig?" Skinner said.
"I prefer pig." Mr. Nental answered.
"By the way, why are these children shaking a lot. I know Lisa shakes a lot but these bullies?" Skinner said.
"I told them what killers might act at an young age. Even the toughest bullies here will fall to their knees." Nental chuckled.
"That's a good joke. Anyway, get back to work." Skinner said.
Marge was at the bank as she was at the end of a line of people.
"Hello miss." A familiar voice spoke behind Marge.
Marge turned around and saw Mr. Nental, but instead of wearing black trousers, a blue thin shirt with buttons, and a tie. He wore a dark green suit with a black hat on.
"Aren't you Bart's health teacher?" Marge said.
"Yes. I'm also a Doctor, Neurologist, and a Psychiatrist." Nental said.
"Is he doing good in class?"
"Yep, you might as well say he's also too quiet to talk about his good work." Nental chuckled along with Marge. "Anyway, why are you here?"
"To check if my account hasn't been tampered with... or by my husband..."
"You mean Homer Simpson?" Mr. Nental asked.
"Yep. You probably heard it from my children, or his friends, or enemies... which is pretty much everyone here..." Marge said.
"Actually no." Nental answered.
"Who did you heard the name from?"
"No one. Just heard it."
"Uh huh..." Marge said until gun noises were shot in the air.
Snake Jailbird entered the bank with a large bag to steal caswh as he held a pistol in his hand and yelled, "This is a robbery!" as people screamed within the bank, everyone but Nental that is.
"Robbery huh? I see some mistakes in your plot." Nental spoke.
"Like what old timer?" Snake pointed the gun at Nental.
"An common mistake is that the police already surrounded the police but your get-away-car is taken by the police. Second, that gun of yours only has two bullets left." Nental said.
"Two bullets? How the heck do you know?" Snake said.
"A third mistake is that your being distracted easily." Nental said.
"Distracted what the heck are you..."
Suddenly Nental swiped the gun and grabbed Snake's head and threw his head to the table three times.
"That what I meant by distraction." Nental said as Snake was trying to reach the gun from the table to the floor.
As he did, Nental pulled out a knife and stabbed his hand to the table where he couldn't reach the gun as he was in pain. Nental started to threw Snake's head again to the table many times as he was smiling, but also did it for fun. Snake's head started to bruise, get nose bleeds, and have a tooth fall out as Nental threw his head again to the table.
"What the heck are you doing! You stopped the criminal already!" Marge said to Nental.
"Oh yes..." Nental stopped as Snake was unconscious and pulled the knife out of his hand. "Well, better send the man to prison."
Three minutes later, the citizens in the bank were released and Snake was handcuffed and sent to the back chairs of a police car. Chief Wiggum and his two partners in crime, Louie and Ed, were standing near the car that Snake is in.
"That's some good work boys." Chief Wiggum said.
"You didn't even do anything." Nental said to the police as he walked to the chief.
"Oh yeah. Why should you stop the criminal?" Chief Wiggum asks.
"Why don't you lose weight fatty?"
"Oh that's it! You're going to jail too!"
"But chief. This guy saved those people's lives." Eddie said.
"Are you on his side too." Chief Wiggum said as he handcuffed Nental.
"Strange. Being arrested by making a joke about a cop. That doesn't sound like Justice right there Chief Wiggum. Sounds more like police brutality." Nental said as he was arrested.
"Well you don't sound like justice either pal."
"I just saved a bunch of people's lives and your gaining weight." Nental talked back.
"So? I may have gained weight but... um... I got nothing..."
Lisa was walking in the hallway of her own house on the second floor with a box of raisins in her hand. As she was walking, she passed Bart's room and saw him spying at a house on the other side of the street where there house stood.
"What are you doing Bart?" Lisa asked as she entered the room to see what's going on.
"Spying on this new guy who moved in the neighborhood." Bart who was spying the house through a telescope.
"Why?" Lisa asked.
"There's something going on. Yesterday, a business man entered that house and never came back including the mailman, a protester, and a lady who wanted to greeted the new neighbor. I'm starting to think he's this new criminal that appeared at the same time that he showed up. The Bone Killer."
"Bone Killer?" Lisa sighed thinking he's up to his old tricks again.
"Yeah. He's called that because he takes the skull out of people's head as trophies. Sick isn't it."
"Nice try Bart, but I won't fall for it."
"Than what's this!" Bart spoke as he showed Lisa the newspaper, front page of the Bone Killer.
"Okay. You might be right that there's a Bone Killer, but seriously. That man looks nice and jolly at his garden. How could he be a disturbed mentally crazy killer who picks skulls out of people's heads? Plus his name is Manny Hunt not some lunatic who takes skulls as trophies." Lisa asked.
"I don't know. I'm still going to get proof. I wonder what's he doing now?" Bart said but as he spied more he moved the telescope to another window that freaked him out.
The new neighbor stared at him through a window like a ghost. He knew Bart was spying him the whole time...
It was nightfall and Manny Hunt was working out in the attic of his house. He kept on screaming, "Please Mother! Don't hurt me! Please! Please don't hurt me!" repeatedly over and over again as he was training his biceps.
The insane lunatic wore a black sleeveless shirt, jeans, and had a short brown hair cut. He is 6.5 tall, in his thirties, and was muscular for ripping skulls out of people.
The man stopped working out and grabbed a book called "The True Mind of a Psychopath" on a table. The author was Daniel Nental, the sociopath who worked as a health teacher at Bart's school. He then grabbed another book and opened it revealing pictures of Mr. Nental, some were from the newspapers and some were photography. He is a fan of Nental's work if you might call it.
Manny Hunt than picked up some tools from the attic's ground, but he noticed that he was almost out of nails and glue.
"Mother won't be happy. Better get some before she hurts me again!" Manny Hunt spoke insanely as he stared at a portrait of his mother.
Marge's was at the Police Station and entered Chief Wiggum's office. She wore a green coat and earrings with some blue shoes as she entered the office.
"Hello Wiggum. Can I get a job here again?" Marge asked as she was in Chief Wiggum's office.
"Marge Simpson? Why do you want a job here?" Chief Wiggum asked.
"My husband got sick again and we need to pay the bills since he's taken a day off from work again. He got a disease, but did it on purpose by eating Abe's unfinished food. He also ate Grandpa Abe's teeth in the mystery meat." Marge said.
"Okay. Well, since you worked here before. I guess you can still be an high ranking officer again. Welcome back to the workforce. I have a question first!" Chief Wiggum yelled.
"What is it?" Marge asked.
"Do you know who's El Barto? Were really having trouble with this. The only evidence we have is his underwear." Chief Wiggum said.
"Chief. That's your underwear. I can even see you name on it." Marge sighed normally as if this wasn't the first time that happened.
"Oh yeah than what about this slingshot stuck to this underwear which... Oh wait, that also has my name in it..." Chief Wiggum said. "Well, there's always this mysterious Bone Killer that rips people's skulls out as trophies."
"That sounds fun." Marge smiled.
"You have some issues lady." Chief Wiggum spoke in an uncomfortable voice. "Anyway, your lucky than you didn't took the Cannibal Murder Case 304. Every detective, policemen, agent, or FBI member has either been killed or thinks he's one of the three stooges."
"I would like to take that case also." Marge said.
"I don't think so. Not even a smart cop like you will take it for now. There are other cops who are more professional than you and some of them took the case. It seems this cannibal likes the taste of human flesh." Wiggum said.
"That's what cannibal means." Marge sighed with a boring look
"Show-off..." Wiggum whispered to himself. "Anyway, we do have a guy here who might know who caused all these crimes. He confuses me a lot with his talking. Anyway, you got to go to the mental hospital though because that's where he is."
Marge was walking through a white colored hallway with doors within the mental hospital as she was next to James Monroe. They were chatting about the warnings of talking to the man known as Daniel Nental.
"So let me get this straight? Your trying to get help from Danny Nental? He's insane, yet nice in a way, but still why should I?" James Monroe asked as he and Marge were walking in the hallway.
"Here's a bucket of chicken." Marge spoke as she handed a bucket of chicken to James Monroe.
"The doors that way." James Monroe pointed to another door in the hallway as he opened it revealing stairs. "One more thing. Whatever you do, don't let him toy with your mind... Unlike the other crazy people here, he's a mystery. He's the biggest prize here in this mental hospital."
Marge entered the stairway and found herself in another hallway and saw a path with cells filled with mentally patients who are criminals, out of their minds but innocent, or seen the Grinch who stole Christmas. The hallway was now made of red brick instead of what the materials that were made on the 1st floor. Marge walked through the hallway as the criminals stared at her with lustful smiles, burning their beds, or holding the bars tight as they yelled at each other or Marge Simpson.
"I wonder which one of these are Mr. Nental's cells." Marge asked herself.
Suddenly all the patients in the cells grew quiet as they heard the name.
"So Margret. How's your fear of flight going?" A voice said from a cell.
Marge walked to that one cell and said, "Nental?"
"Yes, Margret but I asked you a question. Be polite now young lady." Nental spoke as he staring at the wall.
Unlike other cells, Daniel's cell was bullet-proof glass and had a comfortable bed, a wooden desk, a lamp, and had hand-made drawings on the wall.
"How did you got all this stuff? By the way call me Marge." Marge asked.
"You didn't answered my question first. That's very rude. Anyway, How's your fear of light going?"
"Well. I'm able to go on planes, see a view from cliffs, and go on roller coasters." Marge answered.
"Is that so? You seem to take a lot of anger, sorrow, and fear of heights in so much." Nental spoke.
"I don't have a fear of heights anymore."
"Tell me Marge. Has your heart been pumping extra blood faster than ever when you were on that plane." Nental spoke in a voice that sound like something you would here in a radio from the 1960s but with a creepy tone to it. "Has your mind been holding the thoughts of your screaming and crashing to the ocean as a fire is running on the airplane's engine. Have you been holding your fear in and not telling people the truth about your f...e...a...r... fear... Don't lie to me Marge or I will know. Or I... will... know..."
"I'm not scared of heights!" Marge yelled as she was shaking a little.
"Are you sure? The way your acting right now tells me another answer. An answer that you don't want me to know. I want an answer from your voice missy. I want that fear within the true core of your happy place. Tell me the true answer!" Nental yelled.
"Okay! I am still scared of heights!" Marge said.
"I don't believe you! Tell me the time you saw yourself hanging from that cliff as you screamed at the age of 10, Marge." Nental said.
"How do you know all this! I haven't told anyone about that!" Marge yelled in fear.
"You can stop this Marge. You can stop all of this. Tell me what happened! What happened at the cliff!" Nental yelled angrily.
"I was just seating on top of that cliff watching a whole view of Springfield." Marge slowly cried. "I stood up from the cliff and my leg tripped. I than was hanging from the cliff as I was holding onto a root. No one came to save me as I screamed from that cliff... I was just a girl and no one came until I fell to the ground. I was lucky to survive that fall..."
"I was glad to have this talk..." Mr. Nental turned around with a smile. "One more thing. Come closer please."
The woman did come closer but as she did, Mr. Nental said, "Closer please.", each time she did. She stopped as her face almost touched the cell's bullet proof walls.
"That husband of yours, the one that sleeps on the floor as your stuck cleaning the floors of your children's toys. Does Homer always orders you to do the cooking for you as he's having a life in that NASA spaceship of his when your treated as a housewife to every Springfieldians here no matter what life you have as you try to cheer yourself up, but instead leads to the next step of disappointment caused by your love onesssss...?" Mr. Nental hissed as he stared at the corners.
"Yes..." Marge spoke as she looked at the ground when a tear came from her left eye.
"You must be very sad and desperate in this prison here just to talk about your sad-life filled with a problem next to another problem to me looking like a poor lady under the rain wearing that green leather-made coat and dark blue colored shoes. All you are to Homer is another object to clean, nurture, and have intercourse with that man you call your love." Mr. Nental spoke as he turned around and looked at Marge's tears dropping to the ground.
"Please... stop..." Marge cried.
"You will always be to Homer and your friends and family as another object who can't find true happiness as you hide your sorrow in those diamonds and purses which all you women find fantastic and glorious when instead is another way to hide your shame. I believe they call it another way to cheer ladies up." Mr. Nental spoke as he turned off his smile with a Texan accent. "Trying to hide your true feelings from everyone you call, family, friends, and that love of yours who most of the time doesn't see you as a wife... as a love... at all no matter what he does to make up for it. In the end, your just an object that no one cares about and doesn't care about what goals you even did successfully and always will be..."
"What do... you want... I just want you to stop..." Marge cried on the ground as Nental stopped talking in an Texan accent.
"I've been in many prisons young lady. I want to see a butterfly in the air, flowers bloom in the garden, a river flowing continuously and forever and ever." Daniel Nental spoke as he looked at his pictures that described his words.
"You mean freedom..." Marge who stopped crying but still was able to felt sadness in her heart.
"Yes. That one word called...'Freedom'... but forever with a change of life Miss Simpson... or Marge if that's want you want to be called." Mr. Nental said. "Missy, I know you're afraid of me but I'm more afraid of myself than you or anyone could imagine... but also happy at the same time..."
"Still... you can't leave right now Mr. Nental." Marge said.
"Leave? The last time someone said that, is that I ripped out his lungs and ate it cooked with a side of brown rice and boiled corn. Also, call me Doctor Nental..." Daniel Nental spoke.
"Ate his lungs cooked? No... are you the..."
"What? The cannibal who's been terrorizing the streets of this very town. Does it scare you but not break your heart? Does a criminal in front of your own eyes scare your gentle heart, but the way you are treated breaks, not scare, the heart of a woman who is still young in her thirties? Hasn't even passed to the point where marriage starts to get old?" Daniel Nental spoke.
"I got to tell this to everyone!" Marge said.
"Tell who? The one who mistreat you like an hobo on the streets drinking, drinking, and drinking but at the end you die for nothing like a lab rat? Even if you do with proof, the town is stupid than the foots of Sarah Palin... or are they stupid but smarter than Sarah Palin... that's a question that not even I know..."
"What about the children! They know your secret! They been yelling this for months!" Marge said.
"Children? Go ahead, but like I said before... adults don't believe in children neither do they believe in someone who isn't cared most of the time by your own kind. As for me.. I'm not human... More like a monster who eats people's trophies, or should I say organs..." Nental said. "When I get out, I might also decide your fate and end your misery..."
Suddenly Marge stepped back a little from Dr. Nental who smiled at her.
"I wonder if I should let you go free or rip out your stomach and eat it without cooking it... after all the people who work here has only given oatmeal and oatmeal only... The doctor needs meat, maybe some brain food to get it started. Yum Yum. I wonder what you'll taste like in the insides rather than the outsides." Nental spoke in front of Marge.
Marge was about to leave until Daniel Nental said, "What about that baby puppy that got crushed?"
"WILL YOU BE QUIET!" Marge yelled in both anger and tears as she stopped.
"You can't escape fear Marge, but is fear either me or something else that's considered worst in your life? What about the puppy Marge? Eight years old! Your first taste of misery! What happened Marge!" Dr. Nental yelled. "At least show me the files... I can still give advice in that mystery of yours..."
Marge had no choice but to walk back to the killer that made her feel strongly sad and angry at the same time. The woman gave him the files through a little compartment box. Mr. Nental read it and acted like he seen this before.
"I know the killer but I'm not going to tell you." Dr. Nental said.
"Not going to tell me but why?" Marge said .
"Your a cop. A person who solves the own case. I'm the one giving the advice young lady. Anyway, your killer is the same one who killed those people at Mr. Burns's Mansion during the blizzard." Mr. Nental spoke as Marge stood quiet. "Also, he's being distracted."
"Dis... distracted?"
"He just started to kill Marge and still is a beginner. Just started... I'm an expert, Marge. An expert."
It was nighttime and Homer and Marge were in bed in there own house. Homer was now healthy again but Marge had a sad expression on her face as Homer noticed something.
"Honey? Is something wrong?" Homer asked with no smile.
"Do you remember anything I've done successful?" Marge asked as she stared at a lamp that's turned off.
"Well, you clean and cook. Plus, uh... That's pretty much it." Homer said.
"Oh... I see... I'm just another object... ain't I?" Marge asked.
"What? No you aren't! I love you as a wife and I always will be!" Homer said.
"Prove it than..." Marge asked still staring at the lamp.
"Uh... um... I got nothing..." Homer said.
"That's okay than..." Marge saddened as she stared at the lamp remembering Nental's words.
It was nighttime at the next and two teenagers, a guy and a girl were walking in the woods. They were two happy lovers as they smiled at each other in the lonely woods.
"Don't you think this is a little creepy in the woods at night?" The girl asked staring at the moon.
"Creepy? It's not like there's a killer around here. Were all alone, just me and you and..." The guy stopped and the two teenagers stared at a small puddle of blood near a tree. They noticed that drops of blood fell to that puddle every two seconds.
The girl looked up at the tree and screamed in horror as she saw a body with no head hanging in the tree.
Seven minutes later a bunch of police man were at the scene, Marge too in fact as she was walking through a crowd of people who saw the scene.
"What do we have here?" Marge asked as she went to Chief Wiggum.
"This man is the local photographer." Wiggum said as he saw the dead victim being removed from the tree. "That man claimed that the Bone Killer is a man who likes purses and the only thing that makes him a man is his car."
"Why would someone get angry over that?" Marge asked.
"Seriously Marge. Lots of men can be insulted by this crap. You should know this." Wiggum stared at the body. "Anyway, we want you to inform Mr. Nental about this murder, tomorrow."
"Okay chief." Marge said as she didn't know if she should be scared, angry, stood there normal, or even go insane.
"Oh and can you stop by at the Kwik-E-Mart. Ralph needs a bag of chips for his party... I mean two chips that is..." Wiggum spoke to Marge.
It was morning and Bart was in the kitchen to open the fridge for a glass of milk. He felt tired as he opened the fridge, but that's how most people feel like after getting up from bed. The little boy closed the fridge door but as he did, he saw Manny Hunt and fell to the ground.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bart said as he got up from the ground.
"Me? Just befriending the neighborhood. I met your mother Marge. She's work for the police, I believe so..." Manny spoke.
"Yes. I know who you are. You're the Bone Killer. The one who tears people's skulls out and uses them as trophies." Bart said.
"Bone Killer? Maybe so, but I'm just here to introduce myself. A little visit if you might say." Manny said as he was about to leave the kitchen. "Oh by the way. That fat father of yours needs to lose some weight. He smells like something that got ran over... No really, he does..."
"Hello Bart." Lisa said.
"This your little sister Bart old boy?" Manny Hunt asked.
"Yeah, but don't hang out with her that much. She's kind of a dork." Bart said as Lisa got slightly frustrated.
"What's going on?" Marge said as she entered the kitchen in her police uniform. "Oh Bart and Lisa. I almost forgot to introduce Mr. Hunt over here."
"I already know." Bart stared at the tall man.
"Your son here is intriguing. Not as bright as one would think but clever by the look of his eyes." Manny Hunt said. "Anyway I'm going to go now."
Manny Hunt left the building as Marge put on her hat.
"I'm going to work now, be good kids."
"Yeah, yeah. You tell us this a million times. We don't need to hear it." Bart said.
"Oh... yes... a million times." Marge said a little sadly as Bart and Lisa was bored of what she said.
"I almost forgot. Dad told me that you should have a good day." Lisa spoke as she grabbed a box of cereal.
"He couldn't told me that in person?"
"He had to go to Moe's early." Bart said.
"Moe's." Maggie said as she entered the kitchen.
"Oh. I see." Marge said depressed.
Marge held some files in her hand as she was in the same hallway filled with cells of crazy prisoners who wanted to burn buildings, crush bones, and rape people's souls, but one man here is different from the rest.
"Mr. Nental. I'm back. Mr. Nental?" Marge said as she saw the prison Cell with bullet proof glass that had no prisoner.
She turned around thinking what to do. Thinking what happened to the crazy man. She then turned around and screamed as she fell to the ground. Mr. Nental was in the prison cell when she saw the bullet proof glass.
"Hello Missy. So whatever happened to that puppy on the road?" Mr. Nental grinned.
"Daniel. There's a killer out there that has to be stopped. I need more information!" Marge said as she stood up.
"First take out that video camera in your big blue hair of yours. You know, the one where James Monroe is studying my mind I believe. The same mind that went crazy for... I don't even remember..." Nental stopped grinning.
"What the... Fine..." Marge said as she took out the camera out of her large blue hair and turned it off as she placed it on the floor.
"Hand me the files you have there in your hand... The one about... The Bone Killer I believe..." Nental asked as Marge passed him the files through the compartment box of the bullet proof glass.
Nental sniffed it like an animal would than he opened the files revealing papers and pictures of the crime scene.
"Yes... The man you are looking for is a patient of mine from 1991..." Nental said.
"A patient? Who is it?" Marge said.
"Who is it? Like I told you before, your going to have to figure out by yourself. Anyway the man is not a normal one. He's running away from someone. Someone who passed a way but exists in the man's mind as a source of his unstabled life. He's running away from his dead mother."
"Why would he run away from his dead mother?"
"She's an pain in the ass! Why else?" Nental spoke.
"Oh. Do you know where he lives?"
"The question is, do you know where he lives? The answer been in front of your house the whole time... Tell me what happened to that puppy when you were a kid. A kid who did not knew what the word... "suffering"... meant."
"Why do you want to know it so badly?"
"Tell me and I will tell you. Don't lie to me Marge or I will know when your lying." Nental said with no expression on his face at all. "So, what did you saw when that puppy got crushed. Was that puppy on the road?"
"Yes."
"Was it black and white possibly a Dalmatian, stray dog, had three black spots, one ear larger than the other, stick his tongue out all the time. That one puppy in your eyes?"
"Yes..."
"So what happened to that one puppy. The one that grew silent as it got crushed..."
"It... I was in a school bus and I was little back than... I saw a little puppy on the road." Marge sobbed.
"Than what happened?" Nental said as he looked into a mirror of his cell.
"It got ran over. It screamed but the people who saw it just watched. The bus driver saw it to, but didn't stopped because of bus schedules. Soon that little puppy on the ground became silent than ever." Marge cried as her face and hands were on the bullet-proof glass.
"And that's when the point of suffering started in your childhood. You were the one who felt sadness in your heart as you cried for so many days at that point of your life. Soon, you imagined that puppy became silent to you in your mind. You didn't imagined it run over, you imagined it silent. Silent as a ghost that didn't haunt but thought of the mistakes it did in it's past. Am I right? A Canine's silence..." Mr. Nental said.
"Yes..." Marge cried.
"Thank you for your time. Your killer is Manny Hunt. A man who is in denial but kills like any psychopath or sociopath would. No motive. No objective. No reason..."
"Thank you..." Marge stopped crying.
"Thank you? When people find out who I am... You won't say 'Thank you'. You will scream until you choke. Now go. Time is ticking young lady. Tick-tock young lady... tick-tock young lady..." Nental said as he sat on his bed.
Bart held a baseball bat as he was with Lisa at Manny's Hunt's house frontyard.
"I still think this is a bad idea." Lisa said.
"Oh come on. It's just to find proof and were done." Bart said.
"Proof huh?" A man stood behind the two children.
"Told you it's a bad idea..." Lisa said as Manny Hunt was in front of them...
The two kids woke up as they find themselves tied to chairs in front of a green room filled with pictures on the walls with the word, "HATE" on it, portraits of an old lady, junk everywhere, broken vases, and skulls on desks, tables, a TV, pretty much everywhere in the room. There was also a closet in there too.
"Where are we?" Bart said in fear
"You know Bart. I noticed that you never used that bat..." Lisa sighed.
"Hello kids." Manny Hunt stepped into the room.
"What are you going to do?" Bart stared at the man.
"Rip your skulls out that's what."
"Uh-huh. That's nothing new..." Lisa rolled her eyes.
"What the heck do you mean?" Manny Hunt asked.
"Yeah, well. Your a killer, I know that, but ripping skulls out? I've seen skulls before and that's nothing new. I've seen Snake stuffed a skull with its spine down the pipes."
"You know... kind of think of it..." Bart said as he stopped feeling the fear in him. "You really aren't that scary at all!"
"Well... if your not scared of my skull ripping... what about this?" Manny Hunt said as he turned on the television.
Bart and Lisa saw the movie, "Godfather Part III" on screen.
"Oh no..." Bart said as the fear came back.
"It's just a movie Bart." Lisa said as Bart was screaming.
"Torture! This is freaking torture!" Bart screamed as Manny Hunt heard Bart's cries but not Lisa's.
Marge Simpson was in her police outfit as she was holding a pistol in both hands. She was at the front door of Manny Hunt's house. She opened the door slowly and saw what the house looked in the inside. There were skulls scattered around the room but she also saw cracks, broken windows and mirrors, and an eyeball on the ground. She walked into another room and saw her kids tied to chairs.
"What are you doing?" Marge asked.
"Just get us off of these chairs!" Bart screamed as his eyes stared at the TV screen.
Marge untied her two children but as she did a man stepped into the room.
"Hold it right there bub!" Marge said as she pointed a gun at Manny Hunt. The two children were hiding behind Marge's legs as she did.
"Found me already?" Manny Hunt said as he slowly stepped back towards a closet and a small desk in the room. "Mother won't like it if you pointed that gun at me."
"Just shutup!" Marge said.
"Shutup? I don't if you want to point that gun at me now? But would you point at him?" Manny Hunt spoke as he pulled a fat bald man from the closet and a gun from a desk.
It was Homer Simpson drunk as he had tape on his mouth. The man was pointing a gun at Homer's head as he gripped his arm tightly.
"If you don't walk away, I can easily break his neck." Manny Hunt said as Marge was shaking her arms. "C'mon. Just walk away or else!"
"Or else what?" Marge said.
"Or else I will..." Manny Hunt spoke for a while until he fell to the ground unconscious with a bump on his head as he dropped the gun to the ground.
It was Maggie Simpson holding Bart's Baseball bat as she was standing on the desk where the killer took his gun from.
"Killer go bye bye." Maggie smiled as she took her pacifier off.
"I guess he can go to prison now." Marge said until Homer angrily picked up the gun from the ground and shot the killer right in the head.
"What did you do that for?" Lisa asked.
"He made me watch 'Shrek The Third' all day! That movie was horrible!" Homer said as he shot the man again in the head.
"What was that for?" Bart asked.
"That one was for target practice." Homer yelled at the dead criminal.
"I'm glad that's over." Homer said as he was with his family and that cops, police cars, and citizens surrounded the house where the deceased Manny Hunt is.
"Yeah, but how could a two-year old child could walk all the way over to a killer's house from ours, grab Bart's large bat, be silent enough without crying, and knock a grown man to the ground?" Marge said as she stared at Maggie as she was in her hand's.
"It's just one of life's mysteries. Like, why was the man not breathing?" Homer said.
"You shot him in the head... twice..." Lisa said.
"Well, why was I drunk?" Homer said.
"You were at a beer-drinking contest. Don't you remember?" Bart said.
"Oh well. I'm just glad that all of you are safe." Marge said.
It was a stormy night and Mr. Burns was in his mansion watching a video tape of Doctor Daniel Nental strapped to a hand truck so he couldn't move his arms or legs in a mental hospital. In the video tape, a nurse walks over to Daniel Nental to give his medicine. As she does, Nental uses his mouth to rip her ear from her head. Suddenly a bunch of other employees saw what happened to the nurse. The employees rushed to the killer and put a mask made of metal that covers mostly Nentals mouth that way he can't use his teeth as a weapon.
"You evil bastard... Soon, you will be the one who gets torn to shreds after what you did to me." Mr. Burns spoke as he held the same mask from the video.
(Extra Scene)
It was nighttime and Homer and Marge entered Maggie's room to make sure she was asleep.
"Aw... she's sleeping like an angel." Homer said as he looked at Maggie in her crib.
"Let's not wake her up." Marge said as they left the room.
Suddenly Maggie woke up and grabbed a rifle, three grenades, a pack bag, a phone, a pistol, a knife, and a headband. The child than grabbed a picture of Fidel Castro on it. She was than off to her mission of assassinating a Cuban Dictator.