Well, I'm continuing, I guess. Hope you like it! Oh, and with Bart having less time to draw over the Wanted poster – it's more realistic.

Stephanie: Thanks for reviewing, Sideshow Cellophane 26 and Sailor Pluto. You guys are pretty cool!

So let me set the scene. Lisa tucking Maggie into her drawer, Bart gulping down the contents of a small bottle of whisky, and me lying on one of the beds, staring at the ceiling. I was thinking about Springfield, and my friends. Even though they'd tried to kill us, they were stuck in the dome, and I knew that sooner or later, the whole town would lose it. I felt sorry for everyone that was back there, even though ordinarily, if someone had tried to kill me, I would never forgive them (Trying to kill my brother on the other hand...go back to those chapters).

Mom came in, locking the door and closing the curtains. Being fugitives felt frightening, but exciting as well. I'd never seen Mom panic this much, and it seemed foreign, almost enjoyable. Then, the feeling faded as she exclaimed in her normal "Mom" tone "Bart, are you drinking whisky?"

"I'm troubled." Bart said dully.

"Bart!"

"I promise, I'll stop tomorrow!" he said defensively.

"You'll stop right now!"

Mom had to chase him around the room, while he continued to pour the whisky down his throat. Finally, he dropped down on the floor, and slurred "I miss Flanders. There, I said it." Then he was out cold.

When Mom asked where Dad was, Lisa told her he'd gone out, and added "Let's quickly rebuild our lives while he's gone!"

"Hey, guys? What's the secret knock again?" Dad was outside.

If this hadn't been so serious, I would've rolled my eyes at Lisa and whispered "Too late" or "don't let him in, right", but in this case, Mom had to let him in, and all three of us folded our arms and scowled at him. Bart was still out cold, but Maggie sat up in the drawer and glared, just like us.

Dad knew what he'd done was wrong, but he insisted that he didn't know why he'd dumped the silo in the lake instead of disposing it sensibly like Mom had told him to. "I don't think about things!"

"There's a shocker." I muttered under my breath.

"I respect people who do," Dad continued, addressing Mom personally, "But I just try to make the days not hurt until I get to crawl in next to you again."

"Oh..." Mom would've softened if Lisa, Maggie and I hadn't glared at her. "I mean, 'oh.'" she said coldly.

Dad continued to apologize, and he even had a backup plan. In his wallet, he'd kept a huge poster of Alaska, and planned to move there, should he screw up life in Springfield, as he had.

Mom was uncertain, but as usual, Dad was able to talk her around. "Marge, in every marriage, you get one chance to say, 'I need you to do this with me'. And there's only one answer when someone says that."

And Mom, of course, agreed. "OK, Homie. I'm with you."

"So," I said. "How do you plan on getting all six of us to Alaska, hmm?"

Bart woke and pulled himself up by the blanket on the one king-size bed. "Mom, you just bought another sack of crap from the world's fattest fertilizer salesman." he slurred. "How are we supposed to get to Alaska without any money?"

"If you don't believe in me, believe in America." Dad replied with a smile. "A place where a man can make quick money with no questions asked."

We won a truck at a carnival. I'm serious. Dad was given three tries to ride a motorcycle in a circle around a hollow ball. That was up, and down. He fell over the first time, and the other couple, the motorcycle ended up falling when he was at the very top.

He was just lucky that the man gave him another try "just because I like seeing you hurt yourself", and that Lisa gave him advice to speed up at the top. He rode the motorcycle around billions of times, and didn't fall off once. Even I cheered with the others, because it looked so cool.

We got the truck, and so we at last had a vehicle.

Bart became sober, which was good. However, there was also bad stuff that happened on the way to Alaska. At a petrol station (where we bought some cola and beef jerky), there was a wanted poster of us on the wall, very accurately drawn. Thankfully, Bart saved the situation by drawing differences over the picture of us (the me in the picture looked like a little girl on stilts). Mom asked the man at the counter for "lots and lots" of beef jerky while he did so, but keeping the man occupied after that was something I had to do when Mom ran out of ideas. I had to make myself look like a total dork, but for the first time in my life, I pretended to be Lolita, and although he didn't even seem to notice how obvious I was being, it got us just enough time.

When he finally looked at the vandalized poster, he gasped and said "Oh my God, look – there they are!"

An exact replica of Bart's version of the family was standing there, and they were all arrested. The six of us sped off in our truck, laughing like crazy.

A little cruel, but after that filler, the next chapter will be in Alaska. Please review!