OK. Thanks for reviewing, Sailor Pluto, Sideshow Cellophane, kkman57 and Flush. I will now do "Lemon Of Troy".

Town pride. Can't live with it, can't live without it. I say that cause the night Mom was telling Bart off for writing his name in wet cement took place just before Shelbyville stole our lemon tree. She said it was defacing Springfield. "What would Jebadiah Springfield say?"

"I couldn't care less what he'd say." I remarked. "Just cause he was the town founder doesn't mean a thing." (Months later, Lisa found out that Jebidiah Springfield was a fake, even though he was the town founder).

"I'm sure he'd be cool with it." Bart said calmly.

"When you wear a Springfield Isotopes cap, you're wearing Springfield." Mom said. "When you eat a fish from our lake, you're eating Springfield. When you make lemonade from our lemon trees, you're drinking Springfield."

"Mom, when you make a speech like that, you're boring Springfield." Bart told her.

It was only a couple days later that a couple of Bart's friends were selling lemonade. Only Lisa actually bought any, but when the two kids went to the lemon tree, I joined them.

While the kids picked one, I heard a voice say "Springfield sucks!"

I spun around. There were a few kids standing at the boundary in between Springfield and Shelbyville. Most of them were boys around Bart's age, but there were two girls, one of about eight, and the other my age. The kid who had spoken was freckled, and acted like he thought he was cool.

Bart stepped up to him. "Hey, stop talking bad about my town, man!"

"Why don't you make me?" the boy countered.

"I don't make trash, I burn it."

"Well, I guess that makes you a garbageman."

"Oh, I know you are, but what am I?"

"A garbageman."

Bart and the other kid said that twice more before Bart said "Takes one to know one." He left the kid at a loss.

"Anyway, Shelbyville always sucks." I said. "They're so bad that they try to push their suckiness on another town. Way to run from your fears, Shelbyville. Plus, Springfield's so much better that you just couldn't push it on us the right way."

The girl of my age glared back. "You don't know our town, but you sure know yours. You're bringing our town down by being next to it!"

"Yeah, it was already down so low that our town looks like Los Angeles next to your town, which is Canberra in Australia." I countered.

Milhouse was the next to speak, directing it at another kid. "Hey, kid, stop wearing your backpack over one shoulder. We invented that. Copycat!"

"You copied us!" The boy he'd spoken to argued.

The Shelbyville kids were taking our lemons too. So we decided to give them all ours, throwing them so hard they splattered the kids with the sour fruit and the citric acid. We started laughing so hard, that we almost didn't catch it when Bart's counterpart threatened us.

Grampa was there, for some reason. He told us all about how it had started at the beginning. Apparently, the only reason Jebidiah Springfield fell out with his friend, who founded Shelbyville, was because his friend thought that they would all marry their cousins. No, I'm dead serious.

But who would want to marry their cousins? I didn't even have any cousins! (A/N: I know Selma adopted a Chinese girl, but I'm ignoring that episode.)

It was a week later when Bart told me about the lemon tree being stolen. He decided to gather a group of kids to find the tree and take it home.

"I am not missing out on that!" I claimed. "This will be so cool!"

Bart shrugged. "If you want to tag along, whatever."

"I'm not tagging along." I sighed. "I'm going to actually be of help."

I even got Tasha to join us. She was, after all, my best friend. But Bart was leading us, and he'd gathered five other kids; hopelessly uncool Milhouse, bullying Nelson, nerdy Martin, religious Todd, and super-computer geek Database. He was treating the quest like one of those TV ones, like Scooby Doo. He even gave everyone except Data, Tasha and I stereotypes, including himself.

"OK, this is how it works." he told us as we stood on the border of Springfield. "I'm the leader, Milhouse is my loyal sidekick, Nelson's the tough guy, Martin's the smart guy and Todd is the quiet religious guy who ends up going nuts."

"Data's the psychological guy, and we're the double agents." Tasha whispered to me. I laughed and nodded.

In the end, Bart decided we needed to split up into pairs. I agreed. "OK," I said. "Me and Tasha will check out with the teenagers, so that leaves the other kids to you."

Bart went with Milhouse, Database with Todd, and finally Nelson and Martin went together. Later in the afternoon, I spotted Nelson sheepishly beating up some kid that had threatened Martin, sighing "I never hang out with him, normally."

If Tasha and I were double agents, we would have to hang out with the teenagers. So we disguised ourselves so we weren't obvious Springfieldians, and made up the story that we were new to Shelbyville, and already hated Springfield.

Finally, we went out to face the teenage girls of Shelbyville.

Stephanie won't be with Bart for the whole time here, but they'll work together. Please review!