READ THIS (Dec. 04. 11) Sorry for not posting it last week, I was sick so I couldn't post my newest fanfiction either... in fact, I was sick for the whole November, luckily I managed to post some stories during that time until it gets worst and worst... but starts to calm down. In fact, I'm still sick but it's not as worst as it was in Late November. Anyway this is the conclusion. Originally it was six parts but I manage to put it in four parts, I mean really? Six Parts? That's a bit too long.
Story 49, "Outwards In Time, THE FINAL CONCLUSION" Synopsis: Again, Bart, Frink, and his trusty canine pal, Santa's Little Helper have traveled through time once more and one last time to the days of old Jebediah Springfield. See several citizens who are ancestors of several Springfieldian Citizens such as Boe (Moe), Harney (Barney), Japu (Apu), Sourmey (Seymour Skinner), Viper (Snake), and let's not forget Lewis and Clark (Lenny and Carl). Read in this Western Style Time-Traveling Story where it will conclude the In Time Miniseries...
Opening Gag: Bartman, Cupcake Kid, and Stretch Dude fly across the skies, each who are Bart.
Billboard Gag: "Join FOX where we will destroy our enemies and conquer nations secretly through the power of mind-controlling television." The President of FOX spoke.
Chalkboard Gag: "We are the 99% . Mr. Burns is the 1%. We are the 99%. Mr. Burns is the 1%"
Couch Gag: The Simpsons run to the couch only to get shot by multiple drugged darts. Suddenly a hunter comes and blows off the smoke of his gun.
"I am the Director and apparently won't reveal who I am, for as all we know, time travel is considered a possibility but has never been proven till this day. The story of a founder, a criminal, and thus the story of a Lone Ranger has suddenly been brought. I've decided to come to Frink one day after stealing some of his reports, watching his videos of time travel, the years he went through... he still doesn't know what happened after we put it all back nice and fit. Sincerely The Director... won't be coming for a few months though."
Bart and Santa's Little Helper was at Prof. Frink's Sr. house as he heard him saying words as loudly and seriously as he can all because of one thing.
"So let me get this straight! Your from the future! That's not even possible!" Prof. Frink Sr. yelled out.
"Yes it is! Your son, Prof. Frink Jr., has invented a Time Machine!" Bart argued.
"I have no time to listen to this non-sense." Frink Sr. said.
Bart was tired of Frink Sr. ignoring him, sighing and sometimes a bit angry at time... still he needed his genius brain to help him.
"Look. I need your help to build a second DeLorean. Prof. Frink Jr. once said that if you could put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything...", revealing the blue prints to Frink Sr.
Frink Sr. sighed once and said, "Okay, I'll build the damn contraption but this won't work you know."
"Oh good... first we need to find the older DeLorean under a cave according to this message." Bart said.
"Now we got to find it?"
Bart, Santa's Little Helper, and Prof. Frink Sr. stood in front of the abandoned Springfield Gold Mines.
"Oh god... you don't mean there do you?" Frink Sr. sighed.
"Yep. That's what it says." Bart spoke.
Bart, Santa's Little Helper, and Frink Sr. entered the old caverns carrying a flashlight to search the more darker areas. They searched on and on until Bart said, "Stop!". Why did he say that-?-, the three founded it! It was the old DeLorean... but this one looked busted, rusty as ever, and... well... unusable.
"Good! Now we just got to push it outside and were done." Bart said.
"Now we got to push..." Frink Sr. sighed.
"Huh? What's this?" The young lad spotted a few certain objects on the ground.
He picked it up and was revealed to be an old newspaper.
"John Frink shot at the back dead on Tuesday... by Zuck... oh not another relative of Buck..." He sighed. "Do I have to deal with these relatives in every time period we ever... wait? Shot at the back? Dead? Oh Jesus Christ."
"What? What is it?" Frink Sr. asked.
"Uh... nothing..." Bart hid the newspaper in his pocket.
Bart, Santa's Little Helper, and Prof. Frink Sr. stood at a gas station, the parking lot was big and wide for a gas station in the middle of a desert, which was perfect for the second working DeLorean freshly made by Frink Sr. himself.
"Okay, you can try to work it but I won't guarantee it will work." Frink Sr. said.
"Yep... but let me just do one thing." Bart pulled out the same ray gun that Frink Jr. handed him from the 1950s. "Sorry to do this, but I need to erase your mind."
Bart aimed it at Frink Sr. and in a flash of light... Frink Sr. fell to the ground shuddering, "'GLAVIN!' with the mind-erasing, the memories gone, with the fancy light and all."
"Man, you are related." Bart stepped into the car with his dog.
As Frink Sr. was on the ground shuddering with parts of his mind being erased such as moments of meeting Bart... Bart rode the DeLorean as fast as he can at the first minute... already at 88 Miles per hour, a streak of flames appeared and the DeLorean disappeared through a wave of lightning.
The DeLorean found itself popping out of nowhere in a deserted wasteland... no gas station... but he did saw a tribe of Native Americans riding on horses coming right at the driving DeLorean.
"OH GOD!" Bart turned the wheel.
The DeLorean made a U-Turn and quickly drove away from the Tribe of Native Americans... it was like a bunch of tribesman hunting down a car. Still Bart continued to drive, turned around and saw the Native Americans catching up much faster... Bart turned his head back to the wheel and to his shock, he saw a cliff ahead.
"NO! NO! NO!" Bart screamed out loud, pressing the brakes immediately.
Luckily enough, as the DeLorean drove off the cliff while the brakes were pressed to its fullest, the DeLorean stopped at ground instantly and safely due to the cliff being only 1 feet from the ground. Bart spotted a cave within the cliff and backed up the DeLorean in there.
"That was a close one." Bart stepped out of the car with his dog.
He then heard a dripping sound and saw that the gasoline was leaking out of the vehicle, behind him. All he said was, "Ay Carumba..."
"GRRRRRRR..." A Large angry growl was heard.
Bart then saw a grizzly bear emerging from a deeper part of the cave, not knowing what to do... he shouted, "Sick Him boy! Boy?". He turned around and saw Santa's Little Helper already whelping and he ran away from the bear.
"Man's best friend..." He sighed.
"GRAARRRRGHH!" The Bear roared angrily.
"AHH!" Bart screamed, escaping from the clutches of the Bear's paws.
Bart ran to the desert and saw Santa's Little Helper sniffing on the floor.
"Oh what now? First you run off and now... wait a minute?" Bart spotted his dog sniffing an small tiny object.
He picked it up and found a journal with the name, "Diary Of A Wimpy Scientist".
"This is the Prof... good boy! Can you find some more clues!" Bart asked.
The dog barked north from where he was standing.
"What is it? Frink? Supplies? Help? It's trouble isn't it?"
"A Civilization, moron." The Dog Barked.
"A Local Hitchhiker! Isn't it boy?" Bart had no idea why the Dog constantly barked.
The dog slapped his paw on to his forehead and barked, "A Local Hitchhiker? Where did he had that idea?"
"Oh my god! A big monster is at there too!" Bart said, still having no idea what he said
Santa's little helper just stopped barking for a moment, knowing that Bart was not going to understand him, even then, the two headed North where civilization exists...
Bart spotted a town a few miles away seeing a sign there during his tiring walk... it actually looked like a young western town still in development...
"Finally... need.. rest." Bart stuck his dry tongue out.
In ten minutes or more... Bart and his dog walked off the town seeing mostly townspeople and a few merchants.
"Hello there. Welcome to Springfield! THE MOST-RUDEST-TOWN IN AMERICA!" A Man that resembled the old yokel, Cletus.
"Do you... know where.. John Frink is." Bart spoke tiredly.
"You mean the blacksmith? He's just right at the corner of the Town's RUDEST Square. Also... you look like you need some rest'n and drink'n, son. How about I fix you up a room at Boe's RUDEST Saloon. If you like some souvenirs or items to buy. Go to Japu's The Merchant's RUDEST Store on the way."
"Do you have to say 'rudest' to everything? Wouldn't that drive business out of here?" Bart asked.
"Well... I've never actually thought of that. I guess we should change 'RUDEST' to a little better... I got it!" Cletus snapped his finger. "Springfield... MEANEST TOWN IN AMERICA!"
"Oh forget it." Bart walked away.
"Oh what is with you trying to drive my customers away with all this rude-non-sense you being saying." Japu said to Cletus.
Japu resembled a lot like Apu in many ways with the exception of his Hindu-like hat and beard.
"Look, who's the Veteran here?" Cletus asked
"That would be me while you were carving potatoes. Also, please come again." Japu spoke.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Just practicing! What is with you people!" Japu angrily walked away.
Bart stepped out of a store feeling refreshed and better but this time with a pair of cowboy western clothes... it comes with a hat too.
"The almighty west." Bart said.
"West? What the heck are you talking about?" Japu said. "This town is not even mapped and you already considered it apart of the west?"
"HEY YOU!" An angry buffed-up voice yelled across the town.
Bart turned around and said, "Every time period. Every damn time period...", every civilian saw Zuck, a moronic brute, with a gang of notorious cowboys behind him on horses, Zuck however looked exactly like Buck just with a huge mustache and wore thick messy clothing that smelled like alcohol every morning.
"I'm not looking for trouble!" Japu said.
"You got to pay your taxes for immigrating here you know!" Zuck spoke.
"Again with the taxes! Look Zuck, I don't know who you think you are but taxing has been pretty much looked down upon since this country was ever born." Japu said.
"Is that so?"
"Hell it is!" Bart stepped up.
"Oh look at that!" One of Zuck's Goonies spoke. "The little guy is stepping up for the.. um.. uh..."
"I'M HINDU YOU MORONS!" Japu yelled.
"Morons he says? Well these Morons should teach you a lesson!" Zuck yelled angrily.
The gang of misfits on their cowboys ganged up on the two until out of nowhere, a shot was heard loudly in the air. Everyone turned to where the shot came from. There they saw a man wearing cowboy clothing's as well as a long brown cape, with a wooden rifle attached with a telescope, resembling a lot like a sniper rifle.
"Who is that man?" Bart asked.
The man stepped out of the shadow only to trip on his own cape, falling down to the ground with the words, "OH GOOD LORD! WITH THE TRIPPING! WITH THE CAPING! AND THE HORRIBLE PAIN OF FALLING ON THE GROUND!"
The man stepped up from his pain and stood up like the mysterious figure he was.
"You better walk out of here. This scoped rifle can shoot you miles away you know!" The Mysterious Figure said.
"Well than you just..." Zuck spoke for a moment, but couldn't for one particular reason.
"Oh god! I tripped on my own cape again!" He interrupted.
"Wait a minute? Frink?" Bart thought.
"Look here blacksmith Frink! This is our territory! We'll let you go for now but this is..."
"I'm being tangled up in my own cape over here!" Blacksmith Frink yelled as he was restrained by his own cape.
"Uh... you know what... let's just go." Zuck said.
The misfits ran off as Bart watched Frink was too busy untangling the Cape together.
"Hello Prof. Frink." Bart said.
"Oh... hi Bart... wait? BART!" Frink gasped, thought was still binded by the cape.
"Uh... how about we talk this at your place." Bart said.
"Good Idea."
Bart was at Frink's Blacksmith's Shop where Frink pulled in the DeLorean into his garage sized but dusty shop with a blanket covering it saying, "I'm going to be shot by the back on Tuesday?... Well, at least you brought the DeLorean, we can finally get out of here."
"Uh... there's no gasoline..." Bart had a worried smile on his face.\
"Dang it. The Plutonium is in there, the time circuits are functioning... but we don't have the gasoline to move it to 88 Miles Per Hour... Even if we could move it we need some big and strong..." Frink said.
"I got a few ideas." Bart said.
The Sound of Western Music arose as Blacksmith Frink, Cowboy Bart, and his Wild Dog Helper stood at the peak of a mountain.
"Ready?" Frink said.
"Ready!" Bart said.
The two pushed the DeLorean onto a soft mountain side, the two quickly jumped on the top of the car as it made its way down the hill.
"Okay... steady... steady... STUMP!" Frink pointed out a huge stump on the mountain side.
The DeLorean rammed into the Stump without getting any damage at all... but Frink and Bart suddenly flew in the air from the top as they screamed, "AHH!"
Prof. Frink, Bart, and this time Santa's Little Helper were on the DeLorean again throughout the desert as Western Music Flow... and this time they had horse power... eight horses actually.
"Yee-Hah Little Horsey!" Bart gripped onto the horse whips.
Frink, Bart, and Santa's Little Helper felt the breeze but the horses legs weren't fast enough for the requirements.
"Okay, let's just stop." Frink said.
The Horses stopped as Frink commanded... but the DeLorean was still moving crashing into the horses like a bowling bowl as the sound of eight bowling pins falling to the floor were heard.
"Oh Dear Lord!" Frink yelled.
Frink, Bart, and Santa's Little Helper got off the DeLorean and saw a bunch of Horses wanting payback, one even standing on his two hind legs and using his front hoofs as boxing gloves.
"RUN!" Bart yelled.
The three ran as the horses chased after them.
Frink, Bart, and Santa's Little Helper were at the Blacksmith Shop... injured with Frink having a hoof-print on his forehead.
"Will never find anything that goes to 88-Miles Per Hour... it's hopeless..." Bart said.
Suddenly the sound of a steam engine was heard across the city... Frink sprang up and suddenly had an idea.
"The Steam Locomotive!" Frink spotted the Steam Locomotive outside through his window. "Maybe if we can loosen the cargo, passengers, and put more force into one single train... the front, we can go back home!"
"Wouldn't we have to dress up as robbers since... well, I don't think they'll just give it to us." Bart said.
"Yes... we would have to steal it... but no one wouldn't notice it's us if we manage to get through time successfully!"
"Sounds risky, but if it's the..."
Suddenly Bart was interrupted by the sound of music and cheering.
"What's going on?" Bart where that music was coming from.
Frink and Bart looked through a different window seeing the town hall... less grassy and the roads were mostly dirt, and most of all... there was no statue of Jebediah Springfield... but what they saw most of all was a crowd of people attending at an announcement.
"Ah yes... the Springfield Festival. The first one actually." Frink said.
"The First One? Where's the statue of the founder. You can't have a festival without the founder's statue." Bart saw no statue at the town hall.
"Who knows. Must not be made yet, late, or the persons making it are lazy as ever." Frink spoke.
"Can we go?"
"Well... it's tomorrow on Monday... I suppose we have enough time before the shooting happens on Tuesday. Okay. Let's go." Frink said.
"I get to attend the first festival in Springfield." Bart thought.
"But we must work faster than ever now. Got that!" Frink said.
"Okay, I can't wait though!" Bart became excited.
It was the afternoon and Bart, Santa's Little Helper, and Frink placed the DeLorean on the tracks in the middle of a grassy land unlike the desert... only thing was... it was the end of the road there. The railway stopped at an unfinished railway bridge, which kind of worried Bart a bit.
"Uh... wouldn't this kill us if we drove off the bridge?" Bart said.
"Not really... in a slim chance though."
"Slim?"
"Yes, I'm just backing the car a few... well... actually very far away but also far away from the town. I'm just doing some calculations." Frink drew some blue marks on the train tracks. "When we reach somewhere around here... we will reappear back in the same time... where the railway bridge is completed... actually updated to be exact."
"Okay then." Bart said.
"Help me back this DeLorean very far away from the unfinished railway road." Frink said.
Bart helped Frink pushed it but while Santa's Little Helper followed, as they did... Frink placed a couple of object on both sides of the railway.
"What are those?"
"I'm not really sure if the locomotive will go to the precise speed we both wish... so I'm adding some boosters I bought from the Future every time we make it pass a sign. It will make it go faster." Frink said.
Bart looked and saw a, "SOON-TO-BE-RAILWAY BRIDGE!" Sign sticking up from the ground.
Frink and Bart pushed the DeLorean forward onto the Train Tracks that lead them into the woods as blue morning risen as Santa's Little Helper was yawning for sleep. They finally stopped much to how tired they are.
"Okay, this should do it. It's not so close to the unfinished rail way and not so close to the town. It should do fine to pick up some speed and it's not in the train's schedule to come here." Frink said.
"Perfect!" Bart yawned.
"Yep. Let's just sleep here now." Frink yawned.
The three slept on top of the DeLorean in the beginning of morning... they had enough time to sleep as the festival was at night time.
It was Nighttime now and Bart and Frink were getting their stuff packed into the DeLorean before they went to the festival.
"Well. Time to see what awaits at the festival." Bart smiled, stretching out his arms during the cricketing cricket sounds heard across the forest.
"Yep. It's going to be a heck of a night." Frink spoke.
Bart, Frink, and Santa's Little Helper all entered the festival filled with many Springfieldians dancing, drinking, and shooting in the air like a crazy maniac.
"Ahh... the days when people could actually shoot and drink at the same time legally." Bart said.
"Uh-huh." Frink spoke.
"Hey there fella. Care to shoot these wooden ducklings so you can win a prize from Sheriff Dugby Wiggum?" Dugby Wiggum spoke.
"Uh... sure? Where's the bee bee gun?" Bart asked.
"You mean those little toy guns? No way that Springfield's going to use those. Here, use this revolver I bought from the congress. They sure know how to bribe." Dugby Wiggum smiled.
Bart gulped a moment and said, "I need some Coke."
"Here ya go!" Dugby poured some coke into a glass from a bottle.
Bart took a sip and suddenly spitted out saying, "YUCK! This takes like some kind of alcoholic beverage!"
"Of course it does! Coke-a-Cola 1886 formulated by the Eagle Drug and Chemical Company... by me! Pemberton!" Pemberton spoke.
"1886? It's not 1886." Bart said.
"Shush you! Travel back in time so I can start Coke early, way early before that damn Candler steals everything from me, you hear!" Pemberton whispered to Bart.
"Uh... sure..." Bart didn't believe the man, thinking he may be an lunatic.
"Now UP! UP! AND AWAY!" Pemberton lifted off from the floor and flew into the skies as everyone watched.
"Huh? That doesn't happen everyday... So you wanna try?" Dugby completely forgot what just happened there.
"Didn't you just saw..."
"Saw what?" Dugby asked.
"Yeah, what did we diddly saw?" Ted Flanders spoke.
"I sure didn't see anything." Rusty The Klown smoked on a pipe.
"People in this century forget way easily." Bart sighed.
"Do you want to try or not?" He asked.
"Fine..." He sighed, taking the revolver from his hands.
Bart pressed the trigger twice already in a second sending two bullets at two wooden ducks. He then spotted the third duck but he didn't aim directly. He aimed at a metal can, the bullet came flying towards it only to bounce off heading to nail on the wall, bounced off again and aimed directly at a tall cowboy who held a pistol.
The bullet came bouncing off the tall cowboy's pistol who said, "YOU GOT ME PARTNER!" and finally came contact with the third and final wooden duck.
"Wow. That's some nice shooting! Can you teach my boy?" Dugby Wiggum said.
Suddenly a boy that resembled Ralph said, "Dalphy's feet feel more warmer now with these new shoes.", revealing two pistols taped to each of his feet.
"Uh... no thanks." Bart said.
A big cheer came from a crowd right in front of a stage which Bart became a little curious about.
"What's happening there?" Bart asked.
"Why. Don't you know? Their putting the founder's statue up there." Dugby said.
"Wait? Founder? You mean Jebediah Springfield?" Bart became even more curious than ever.
"Uh... duh? What are you? From the Future so you can save Frink and let me guess... he's uh... a scientist am I right-?- who built a time machine from a car... which honestly I have no idea what is a car because I made it up but if it's real it's probably some new transportation device? Right?." Dugby joked.
"Uh... yes..." A Sarcastic Bart spoke wondering how he even manage to thought all that up accurately.
The crowd of people were smiling more pleasantly as Bart crawled through the crowd of people hearing a Spokesperson saying, "And Now, here is the founder of Springfield-!-...". He crawled further and further threw the crowd, tripping a few times but didn't stop as he heard, "The one who shot the bison and lead us from that cold death-filled winter into the warm-breathing light-!-...". Bart saw an opening from the crowd and quickly he did, pushing some other children who were trying to get to the front as well, stepped out of the crowded area and into the front where he saw a Fat Man saying, "Here is Jebediah Springfield!".
"Oh my god! It's him!" Bart said, as a man stepped into the stage.
"Hi.. there!... I'm.. uh... Jebe..Hebe..Mebe..." A drunk that looked exactly like Barney dressed in Jebediah Clothing's... only big difference is it was stretching, his fat flab was pushed from under the shirt, and there was beer spilled onto his shirt.
"Huh... Jebediah kind of looks... uh... fatter." Lewis spoke, who looked exactly like Lenny.
"Kind of smellier... boy, I don't know? Is it something different about him?" Clark spoke, who looked exactly like Carl.
"That's not Jebediah Springfield!" Bart claimed, suddenly everyone gasped.
"And this is not a real compass! Lewis and Clark! You fooled me!" President Jefferson came, resembling a lot like Quimby.
"What are you going to do to us!" Lewis and Clark became afraid of what punishment may happen.
"If you can fool me, you can fool those Natives. Congratulations! Your explorers! Your next expedition will begin... in... four years."
"Wow I fooled many generals into being a US Captain and now I fooled the President into the expedition of the Louisiana Purchase. All that work paid off after all!" Lewis smiled.
"What do we do during the four years?" Clark asked.
"I don't know... but what's with Jebediah?" Lewis said.
"That's not Jebediah!" Bart yelled.
Suddenly everyone gasped as the drunk said, "Wait? I'm not Jebediah!".
"I'm here! I'm here!" Jebediah Springfield stepped onto the stage, much to everyone's confusion.
"Huh... that was fast but what's with the drunk?" One man yelled.
"Uh... it was a setting up for a... intro of me! Yes! That's it. An Intro." Jebediah said.
Suddenly everyone immediately agreed all but Bart who was a little suspicious.
"Anyway. Where's the statue? Come on. We got to see the statue. Oh wait. It's behind me." Jebediah joked, pointed to the statue behind him, covered in blankets. "Let's get this started shall we?"
Jebediah grabbed the blankets and unraveled the new statue revealing himself on top of a bear that was either dead or knocked out. It looked new than back in Bart's time and it amazed him to see the statue unraveled by Jebediah himself.
"Anyway, I have to go now an..."
"Hey! You!" Zuck and his gang of criminals came aboard on the stage.
"Not here." Jebediah whispered to the gang.
"We want it now! Now I say!" Zuck yelled at him in front of the crowd as there confusion grows even bigger.
"Here you go! Now leave!" Jebediah handed him a large sack to Zuck, the sound of ranging valuables struck Bart's ears.
"Hey uh... what's in there?" Bart asked.
"You looking for trouble!" Zuck turned to him.
"Uh... yeah Zuck. You're a criminal you know and uh... strange how Jebediah ain't putting you in jail." Bart said.
Suddenly everyone began saying, "Yeah, put him in jail! Hang him! Throw him in the cellar!", causing a furious Zuck.
"Oh that's it! Tomorrow morning! Showdown! Last man leaves the streets alive!" Zuck said.
"Here we go again..." Bart thought.
Bart decided to just walk out of the crowd as everyone watched until Zuck spoke once again.
"See ya there unless your chicken."
Bart stopped for a moment and turned around with a fierce look in his eyes.
"No one. No one calls the Bart man chicken." Bart said. "I'll be there."
"What!" Frink suddenly ran into the situation. "But tomorrow is the..."
"We'll have enough time." Bart said.
"Oh... alright... but if you get shot dead I'm dragging your corpse to the future with me." Frink spoke.
"You showed them for sure... so? What's your plan?" Frink asked as the two and Santa's Little Helper were walking on the streets.
"Plan? I'm going to that showdown to show who's chicken. I'm just going to taunt him, scare him a little, and I'll be on my way." Bart spoke.
"He's a Hickel! Hickel's never back down in a fight because there too moronic too!" Frink argued.
"Now give me the green!" A Voice interrupted their conversation... it came from an alley supposedly as the two wondered why someone would say that.
Bart, Frink, and Santa's Little Helper took a peak at the alley seeing Jebediah Springfield confronting Zuck and his gang of criminals.
"Look at him. He's going to give a punch to Zuck, no doubt about it!" Frink said.
"Here's the rest of the money." Jebediah held a bag with the words, "Springfield's First Bank".
Suddenly the Bart gasped with Frink dropping his jaw.
"Now, can you just go and stop bothering me."
"Hey! We kept out those other criminals! You might as well thank us!" Zuck argued.
"Thank you! Eh, you ruined part of my expedition when you replaced all the water with bugs as a prank... in the middle of a mountain... during a blizzard... during a place that has no resources!" Jebediah argued.
"Eh... so what, we all survived? Didn't we?"
"Just go you ungrateful swine."
"Meh, I've heard better name-calling trash talk than that." Zuck walked out of the alley, with his gang of criminals.
As they did, they spotted the two and the dog from the festival.
"What are you looking at!" Zuck wasn't aware that they were peaking onto the little conversation.
Still, the big man left as the three quickly ran to the alley for some answers.
"What the heck was that!" Bart yelled at Jebediah.
"What? That was uh... a loan. Yes. A Loan." Jebediah said.
"For what? Getting other criminals off this town so he could benefit himself?" Bart argued.
"Now, now Bart. I'm sure he had a point." Frink said.
Jebediah Springfield sighed for a moment and said, "I'm not who you think I am. I used to be a pirate under a different name... terrorizing ships and boats with sharp knives and bustling guns."
"Okay, now that's just crazy talk." Frink said.
"It's true. Zuck really is benefiting himself and I gave a loan to him for his 'pay'. Anyway, I'm leaving this town onto the next train." Jebediah said.
"Wait? What?" Frink gasped.
"I'm old... when I leave, this town is in the hands of my two sons Obadiah Springfield and Zechariah Springfield... could be divided but what the hay." Jebediah said.
"Whoa! You can't just leave this town! This town trusted you! You still have some strength to run this town and arrest those men!" Bart said.
"Sorry kid, but everything you know of the heroic Jebediah Springfield is a lie." Jebediah said.
He walked out of the alley as Bart watched, with Frink being the most disheartened dropping his jaw saying, "I...I can't believe it!"
It was morning time, and Frink entered Boe's Saloon. Unlike Moe's, this was bigger and had two floors, lot of customers too in fact.
"Give me a German One Boe." Frink said.
"German Beer? Are you crazy. No one in America can handle that kind of stuff. Why, it only took two to take down Harney." Boe pointed to a certain corner of the saloon.
Boe and Frink saw Harney at the corner talking to a pistol.
"Hello beautiful! You wanna... go out... with me?" Harney spoke to a pistol. "Let's kiss!".
The next thing was that Harney was placing his lips pressed against the pistol's tip... where his finger was at the trigger.
"Just give me a German One." Frink sighed as the sound of a gun struck.
"I'm alright! Oh wait. This is not cranberry juice! This is blood!" Barney yelled.
"Man, you must be really depressed? What's wrong?" Boe filled in some German Beer into a big jug.
"It seems our local hero is all... a lie..." Frink took a sip... already feeling the rush of the beer through him.
"Good one. Here's have some more beer." Boe did not want to hear anymore of Frink's talk.
"What the heck's wrong with you?" Lewis came.
"Yeah, you look like you've just saw the vision of the future or something." Clark spoke.
"Future?" Frink already became drunk through a second sip. "Let me tell you... what the future looks like.
Minutes later, Frink was drunk as ever as the customers began listening, only to think he's crazy.
"... And people ride in huge metal transportation tech we call Automobiles, the U.S. annexed Hawaii and Alaska, trains run through the power of magnetism, little boys stay more time at home playing devices through a controller called video games..."
"Uh-huh... who the heck is Eddie Murphy?" Lewis asked.
"... That's what I want to know too..." Frink said.
Suddenly Bart and Santa's Little Helper came bursting into the bar and a minute later, Frink fell to the ground completely drunk and hallucinated.
"Oh god! How much did he drink!" Bart asked.
"Three glasses of German Beer. That's all." Boe said.
"We got to wake him up! Were late! What's the most powerful drink you have?" Bart said.
"That would be the contender, a mix of spices along with the most grossest ingredients from the most evil looking place ever... Chicago." Boe said.
"Yeah, they sell guns to everyone. Anyway, give it to me bartender." Bart spoke.
"Here you go!" Boe pulled a cup of the Contender from the shelves. "It's very disgusting that I let it stay in the open for three weeks. It should do the trick."
Boe pushed the drink onto the counter and Bart grabbed it immediately... he poured it into Frink's mouth, drinking the whole cup. A minute later, Frink rose from his drunken condition and said, "OH GOOD GOD'S SAKE!", and fell to the ground again unconscious.
"He should wake up in a few minutes." Boe said.
"That's not good we got to get some help." Bart spoke.
And so he ran past the saloon's doors and into the town's streets...
Bart Simpson walked into a crowded area filled with various people, mostly customers and merchants and they weren't listening to him as he said, "I need some help over here! Anyone? Anyone.".
"Oh what's the use? I got to help Frink myself." Bart said.
The young lad turned around and suddenly bumped into a tall man holding a bag and a huge sack. Bart landed on his bottom and saw a familiar face.
"Hey watch it fella. My sack ain't gonna... oh. It's you." Jebediah looked at Bart on the ground.
"I guess you're leaving all these people. Aren't you?" Bart said.
"Look, they don't need me. You know my little secret so why don't you just go and..."
"Who lead the expedition in the first place!" Bart said.
"I did but we all got stuck in a blizzard and..."
"And Who helped all those people survived?"
"I did but..."
"And who founded this town in the first place anyway?" Bart said.
"That's me, almost lost the town to a chicken once in a game of checkers..." Jebediah said.
"Well, okay... but it seems here that this town needs you more than ever. It's still a young town and it ain't ready for the big life unless you stay here and help out. The crime rate is still big but that's only due to one Zuck and you've must know how to handle criminals if you were a criminal yourself once." Bart said.
"Hey... your right! Forget about getting payback on that pirate crew I was with by stabbing them in the eye. I'll stay here." Jebediah said.
"Better yet, you could arrest those pirates!" Bart said.
"Okay... but it worked for me when I stabbed someone in the eye." Jebediah said.
Jebediah Springfield and Bart came bursting into the bar, surprising everyone to see the founder in this old rusty saloon.
"Oh my god! It's the founder himself!" Harney said.
"I will sacrifice this dog by skinning him alive in your honor!" Boe held Santa's Little Helper in front of him.
"Uh... you know it's taboo to do that to a dog in America? Right? Yes Asia, maybe South America, but not North America." Jebediah said.
"So what should I sacrificed? My drunk friends over there?" Boe asked.
"What? No! None of that sacrificing thing. Your all civilized people for pity sake. Anyway, where's Frink. The blacksmith." Jebediah asked.
"He's right over there." Boe pointed to Frink.
"Well good... because I like to..." Jebediah said, until interrupted.
"He can't hear you. He's still unconscious and..."
"HEY!" A loud voice interrupted the whole conversation.
"Him again?" Bart sighed.
"IT'S ME! ZUCK! COMING HERE TO SHOOT AND TEAR YOUR EAR OFF YOU! COME OUT AND TAKE THE BULLET LIKE A MAN!" Zuck yelled.
"You're going to get killed!" Japu ran to the boy. "Here! Take my pistol! I have this whenever that burglar Viper comes and steal my merchandise."
"Hmm... I got an idea." Bart spotted a metal plate on the corner. "Anyway, can I have the gun?"
"Yes, yes! Here." Japu handed his pistol to the young lad.
Bart ran off, taking the metal plate and the pistol with him as the civilians watched.
"Are you sure you really don't need that pistol?" Boe asked.
"Of course not. I won't need it now or ever."
"Wrong again, Hindu Dude." Viper appeared with a double-barreled shotgun aiming it behind Japu's back.
"Uh... um... little boy! I need the pistol back and... ugh, me and my damn mouth." Japu said.
Everyone was watching as the little showdown started, Bart walked onto his side of the street while Zuck stood at the other side of the street.
"So here we are. The Good, The Bad, and You're So Hideously Ugly! P.U!" Bart said to Zuck, angering him.
"Oh you little punk!" Zuck said.
"Look, I was just joking around. How about we fight like honest guys." Bart spoke.
He dropped his pistol to the ground as everyone wondered, "Why would he do that!".
"Bad idea, kid." Zuck aimed his pistol to Bart.
The next minute later, a loud shot was heard and Bart fell to the ground... it almost seemed that Zuck won the showdown... but he was not sure that he was dead as he thought, "Why no blood?". Zuck slowly walked over to the body just to be sure... only for his pistol to get kicked away from his hand.
"What then?" Zuck said.
Bart stood up from the ground, uninjured at all, revealing a metal plate under his shirt with a small bullet hole to it.
"Oh! Why you little brat!" Zuck was about to punch Bart.
Instead he got slammed to the face by Bart's metal plate. Zuck felt angrier but only to get kicked in the shin.
"OW YOU LITTLE!" Zuck was hopping on one foot, holding onto his shin.
Bart than slammed his face again with the metal plate one last time. Zuck beaten at his own game, fell to the ground unconscious to the floor. His gang became worried all of a sudden.
"I think Zuck is going to jail..." One of the gang members said.
"Sheriff! Arrest these men!" Jebediah said.
"Wait, but we had a deal!" Another Gang member said.
"Oh. You mean the deal that was never came with a contract, paper work, none of that, not even a little promise to it? I think not. Arrest them." Jebediah ordered.
Sheriff Wiggum on his horse along side with his two sidekicks stepped in the streets taking Zuck into custody, putting handcuffs to his unconscious hands. Meanwhile, Dugby's two sidekicks began chasing the gang as they ran, not wanting to be in jail either.
"Hurray for the Lone Ranger!" Lewis said.
Suddenly everyone hurrahed in joy as Bart was surrounded by happy civilians while Zuck and his gangs were going to be sent to jail.
"I could get use to this." Bart smiled.
"Bart! Bart!" Frink came.
"Hi Frink! Everything turn out good now!"
"Yes, but we must hurry! Will be late for the train if you know what I mean." Frink winked his eye.
"Oh... oh yes! Got to go! You've been a great audience!" Bart ran off with Frink and Santa's Little Helper.
"Hey! What about me! You didn't turn in the pistol you ungrateful ranger!" Japu said.
"Just keep on walking, don't attract any attention." Viper aimed his pistol behind Japu's back, as no one was looking.
The Train was running on coal as a guy named Sourmey Skinner was running the train until the sound of bullets was popped into the air.
"What the?" Sourmey saw two guys, one short, the other skinny and tall, on horses wearing masks as they aimed there pistols at him.
"Stop the train or else -GLAVIN!- with the coal, and the many wheels, attached to the cargo!"
A few minutes later, the thieves unhooked the main train from the cargo and rode off as the Engineer said, "Oh good god! What will I do!"
"SKIINNNEERRR!" A Man said behind him.
"Oh... uh... Super Officer Chalmers!" Skinner said.
"Super? What the heck is with you saying super all the time? It's just officer, not super officer." Officer Chalmers spoke.
The thieves stopped the train near the DeLorean that was also on the tracks in the middle of a forest. The two got off seeing Santa's Little Helper near the DeLorean and so they unmasked themselves revealing to be Frink and Bart.
"Okay, the boosters are set on track already which will get a chemical reaction if crushed so I want you to get into the DeLorean's driver seat. I will start the train and as soon as we reach to the unfinished bridge, it will hit 88 Mile Per Hour where we will go through time and see a finished but updated bridge." Frink said.
"Sounds dangerous but we've been through worst." Bart said.
Bart and Santa's Little Helper entered the DeLorean together as Frink stepped onto the train starting it.
The force of the train came contact to the DeLorean and so the two vehicles began driving faster and faster together.
"Looks dangerous but what the heck..." Bart thought.
The Train started to pick up speed, more and more, and suddenly as the train and DeLorean wheel's pressed unto the first set of boosters... it started going faster with the booster sounding like fireworks after it got crushed. The train pushed the DeLorean and so they were now heading towards the unfinished bridge...
"How fast are we Bart!" Frink said as they just passed the second set of boosters.
"Fifty Five Miles!" Bart yelled back.
"I'm going to try to get in! Okay!" Frink yelled.
Bart looked through the back window seeing Frink climbing on the side of the train... this was more dangerous as the train was going unusually fast as it just passed the third set of boosters... yet, Frink managed to climb half way there.
"How fast is it going now!"
"It's up Sixty-Seven!" Bart yelled.
Frink continued to climb to the DeLorean and so he was finally at the front of the train... but he had another problem... he now had to jump from a fast running train to the DeLorean... could he make it?
"It's now Seventy Four Prof!" Bart yelled.
Frink leaped from the front of the ground and onto the top of the DeLorean... but he suddenly slipped off the top and was now hanging on the side.
"Get in! It's reaching to Eighty One Miles Per Hour!" Bart opened the door.
"Yes, yes... I just..." Frink was interrupted seeing a huge tree coming at his side.
He really now had to get in the DeLorean before that tree hits him and the DeLorean's Door off. He carefully and slowly went to the door, starting with his legs. He got his right leg in just in time and now he got his left leg in. The tree was coming close and so Frink slided into the DeLorean, slammed the door closed before the tree could hit him.
"Close one." Frink sighed tiredly.
"Were at Eighty Seven... No, Eighty Eight and OH GOD! WERE GOING TO FALL!" Bart spotted the unfinished bridge in the way.
The next that happened was a streak of lightning and suddenly the DeLorean vanished into thin air all but the train behind them. It no longer pushed the DeLorean but now it ran off the unfinished bridge. The next thing that happened was a huge explosion from the fallen train, that could've happened to Bart, Frink, and Santa's Little Helper but no, they survived that risk and were now traveling through time once again... but where?
On a dark black night, The DeLorean reappeared again but this time on a finished bridge that was painted white. They drove the DeLorean off the finished bridge onto land, but it was not a forest anymore, it was a suburban area filled with people of modern day.
"Look Bart! The Time Readouts say that were in the exact year, exact day, exactly 8:50 and 8:50 means that our other selves must be about to go to time travel... don't want to be them right now." Frink said.
"Well at least... wait? 8:50? LISA'S BIRTHDAY! I don't have a gift!" Bart said.
"What about that hover board from the future?" Frink sighed.
"Thanks! I forgot about that!" Bart opened the DeLorean Door.
"Wait! Here's a gift for your sister as well." Frink handed him a small gift, wrapped in paper.
"Uh... okay." Bart said. "But I got to hurry. It's now 8:51!"
"Come on in! I'll get you to your party... right after we get some gas..." Frink spotted a gas station nearby in the suburbs.
The DeLorean stopped at a red light near the Mega Mart Parking Lot as it was full of gas... meanwhile, Bart looked out of the window and was surprised, seeing himself, Bart Simpson, who saw himself, Bart Simpson, at the parking lot. The red light turned green and the DeLorean drove as Bart dropped his jaws...
"Were almost there!" Frink said, passing by the Jebediah Springfield, looking old and rusty but still a great reminder of the founder.
"Let the force be with you!" Yoda, a figment of Bart's imagination, spoke at Town Hall.
For a few minutes... Bart was finally where he was supposed to be, The Krusty Hour Restaurant. Bart quickly stepped out the DeLorean as it still drove, running past the two glass doors and into the Krusty Hour Restaurant. There he saw many people he knew, Abe Simpson, Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson, Maggie Simpson, Clancy Wiggum, Ralph, Terry and Sherry, Janie, even Mr. Burns came for some reason.
"Mr. Burns?" Bart said.
"Yes, I came here because secretly... there's a toxic dump waste under this area." Mr. Burns said.
Bart watched Mr. Burns walking away to Smither's and some employees of his, but then he spotted Lisa.
"Am I late?" Bart asked.
"No. Your actually just in time. What did you got?" Lisa asked.
"I got you a skateboard... though it's a special one." Bart showed her the hover board.
"Skateboard? Don't you got anything else?"
Bart was actually grateful that she said that as he wanted to keep the hover board, still he remembered the present that Frink gave him wrapped in paper, and so he gave her the gift. Lisa opened up and it turned out to be a picture frame holding a photo... but what?
"Oh my god. Can it be?" Lisa said.
"What? What is it? I mean, yes! It is!" Bart said.
"It's the Lone Ranger and his two partners, the blacksmith and the wishful hound." Lisa said.
Suddenly everyone gathered around the picture.
"The what?" Bart was confused.
Bart looked at the picture and saw himself wearing a cowboy outfit, Frink in blacksmiths clothes, and Santa's Little Helper dirty and wet in a black and white picture where the three stood next to the statue of Jebediah Springfield where it was first placed.
"Ah.. yes. The Lone Ranger." Mr. Burns spoke next to him. "Supposedly he gave a good punching to this Zuck fellow... went to jail he did. After that, he mysteriously disappeared at the same time a train was destroyed. There's only a few pictures of him and there mostly lost and displayed on the internet, but an actual photo... now that's rare."
"Heh, yeah, that lone ranger." Bart smiled.
"This is a great present Bart! Oh thank you! Thank you! Your a good brother, Bart..." Lisa hugged her brother.
"And your a good sister..." Bart smiled as he hugged his sister.
Bart was in bed and woke up as his clock started clicking off and on again. Bart stood from his bed, stretching and yawning several times. There he went downstairs.
"Good morning everyone." Bart said. "Everything looks normal."
"Yep." Homer said.
"Uh-huh." Marge spoke.
Maggie squeaked her pacifier as usual.
"Anyway, where's the dog? Gonna take him out for a walk." Bart said.
"Walk? What the heck are you talking about?" Brian, the dog from Family Guy entered with a cup of coffee.
Suddenly the sound of lightning was heard and Bart quickly ran outside. There he saw the DeLorean in front of his house. Frink stepped out of the car and said, "Bart! This is urgent!"
"Oh what now?" Bart sighed.
"We must go to the future where we will ruin Buck Hickley's Relative and benefit ours!" Frink said.
"That doesn't sound right..." Bart spoke.
"I WON'T REST UNTIL ALL THE HICKLEY'S LIVES ARE RUINED! RUINED! WE MUST GO BACK TO THE FUTURE!" Frink said.
Frink and Bart stepped into the DeLorean and drove it, flashes of light appeared, and it suddenly vanished without trace but trails of flames.
THE END
(EXTRAS)
Prof. Frink is now the most famous scientist ever in Springfield, his grave is now being honored by being the most popular gas station in Springfield.
Buck Hickley went on to be the President of FOX cancelling Futurama and cancelling Family Guy Twice. He stupidly put the show, "Allen Gregory" on air and gave Futurama to Comedy Central instead of its own networks. Lost a great show and got a bad one on the air. Sorry, but Allen Gregory really isn't that good.
Homer Simpson, Age 60, got his seventh heart attack, his near-death experience with the ghost of Grandpa Abe Simpson still haunts him to this day where he tells stories of how he turn Boys and Girls against each other and how he invented the Spanking Stick.
Ralph went on to become a United Nation General, chosen by the president himself. He saved two million lives that day.
Bart went unconscious for twenty years after he received a note to join jury... later Bart is alive and well again but with the power to see people's futures... like that Dead Zone Movie.
Lisa protesting against the corruption of the US Government has finally paid off the last forty years.
Marge became a cyborg so she can do the "mom stuff" much faster and have a life at the same time.
It turns out that the Director... got all his information from one Maggie Simpson, apparently she's a spy...
