Bart Goes To Kamp
Chapter Three: Commercial Bart
Till the day of the commercial being shot, Bart met with a choreographer and stunt director, he practiced his moves for the upcoming commercial. Bart wasn't even aware which product the commercial would be about, but he was pumped!
Sitting at the cabin deck Bart pondered. His life had completely changed within a few days. What would he had been doing right now, if it weren't for these events? He probably would be sitting at home right now, serving his punishment.
"Why'd I leave anyways?" Bart thought, "Oh yeah, it was Lisa."
A feeling of hatred lit up in him. Lisa had always been a goodie-two-shoes The one with the perfect attendance, straight As, and did absolutely nothing wrong. She was such a conformist and she'd feel threatened whenever she detected anyone better than her. Always more appreciated by her parents for her perfect scores and countless achievements. Bart did try at times, like the time he didn't want to fail fourth grade, but most of the time people thought of Bart as a trouble maker who would just turn into a burnout bum when he became an adult. Bart wanted so desperately to prove them wrong; and even if he didn't admit it, he felt that was partly why he left.
Maybe Bart is also a genius, a different type of genius, not an academic genius like his sister.
Though, he didn't understand why she'd turn so negative. She'd always try to come up with a way to resolve the situation. Lisa had lent Bart a helping hand many times in the past, but not this time. Why?
A can hit his head
thump
"Ow!" Bart exclaimed
"Hey! Plato! You gonna come or what?!" Stan shouted from few feet away
"Why?" Bart shouted back, a bit irritated
"We're playing tag!" Jeff yelled
Bart decided to join them and after an exciting game of tag, the kids realized the sky darkening.
"How about a campfire?" Noah suggested.
A few minutes later all the kids were around a campfire with smore making material.
"Well, Fellas, how did you all come here?" Bart asked as he slid a puffy marshmallow on his stick.
"What? Well, I kinda came into this world through a uh..." Noah tried explaining
"No! Like your back story," Bart rephrased, "Why'd you guys run away?"
"Uh, do we really need to discuss that?" Chantelle spoke nervously, eyeing her surroundings
"Whatever, I'll tell ours," Noah said, pointing to his brother Jeff and him
"We're from Shelbyville. I used to play soccer, got pretty good at it. Our parents were fighting a lot because of reason, but yeah, we were sent to live with our aunt. That lady was terrible!" Noah explained
"Terrible!" Jeff repeated, shaking his head, waving his hands
"She was a crazy cat lady. Like a hundred cats in her small 600 square feet apartment. She was even into zodiacs,"
"Zodiacs suck!" Jeff exclaimed (many agreed)
"She thought we were some bad omen to her cats or something, she threw us out!"
"We came here," Jeff finished
Bart couldn't help but chuckle, there was even a crazy cat lady back at Springfield.
"Lemme tell mine!" Stan exclaimed
"So I'm from "The Middle of Nowhere". It's a town that actually not in the middle of nowhere, it's just near Springfield. My family was a bunch of sport jockeys. My old man wanted me to get good at football, hated it. He was a terrible guy! Belt and everything. I told my mum and my sister, I was gonna quit football. They didn't mind, so I told my dad, and he just exploded like a volcano!" Stan made expressions with his hands for emphasis
"He called me a sissy and forced me to play harder and harder. Man, I couldn't take it anymore, I took the first bus outta there."
Bart could relate to his story. His father, Homer wasn't even the perfect father, but he rarely forced him into partaking in activities.
Wow, I thought you guys were just gonna be telling me some sappy stories about heartbreak and depression and stuff," Bart admitted
"Nah, that only happens in movies and cringey fanfictions," Noah assured. Chantelle seemed a bit stressed though.
"Bart, flip your marshmallow to the other side, it's burning," Clara spoke meekly
Bart realized that and flipped over the marshmallow. A few minutes later they all ate their delicious smores.
"Why aren't you guys asleep yet?!" a strict yell came causing Bart to nearly jump. It was a lady with shoulder-length red hair, pale skin, and a slim physique. She wore a red shirt, cargo shorts, and tattered sneakers; she had a clipboard in her hand and a whistle around her neck. Looking exactly like a camp counselor.
"Yes, Ms. Creed!" everyone except Bart replied, and with military-style precision, they packed up their material and fled to their cabin, dragging Bart along with them.
Ms. Creed entered the cabin and everyone was already in bed.
"You better go to sleep. We have a busy schedule tomorrow" she said gruffly, then she shut the light and closed the door.
After a few minutes of lying in the dark silence, Bart whisper shouted, "Who was she?"
Stan, on the bunk above him, replied, "Ms. Creed. When he isn't around she looks over us,"
"He? Oh yeah," Bart realized they were talking about the caretaker guy, "Well, is Creed always like this?"
"Pretty much," Chantelle spoke, "Don't know what's her problem,"
"Well, Bart! Aren't you doing a shoot tomorrow?" Jeff spoke way too loudly and did a little laugh, "Teehee!"
"Shoot? Yeah, the commercial. I'm doing it tomorrow," Bart replied, "So anyway, what even happens when you get there-"
Creed suddenly shot back in, like a huge monster, she shouted, "WHY AREN'T YOU ASLEEP YET?!"
All the kids went dead silent. Creed slammed the door shut and left.
Bart got woken up by all the racket going on.
"The aliens took my Radioactive Man!" Jeff threw a tantrum
"No Jeff! It must be around here. Let's look around," Noah tried to calm down his little brother
"AHHH!" Jeff screamed as he threw himself on the bed flaying his arms and legs
Bart got up with an annoyed grunt, when he got off the bed he went over to Noah, "Is he always like this?"
"Sorry, Bart. He's just kinda different,"
"By different do you mean stupid?"
"No, he has," Noah got quite, "Autism,"
"Oh.."
"But don't tell him that, he should feel normal and able,"
Stan came into the cabin with behind him. In her hand was a brand new Radioactive Man.
"Jeff, we found your stupid toy, just shut up already," Stan spoke
Jeff got up from the bed and upon seeing the figurine, his face lit up, "Yay! Radioactive Man!"
Jeff snatched it from Creed's hands flaying it in the air, "Look! It's my Radioactive Man!"
He then struck a pose with the figurine.
With a strict tone told Bart, "Well, Bart get ready! The commercial won't shoot itself!"
"Yes, Ma'am..." Bart spoke groggily
Bart and the rest of the gang came over to the back of the camp. A huge board displayed a picture of a forest, like how a board of a fake sky would be shown in cartoons. Everyone slipped to the other side of the fake forest and there was a full-scale television commercial set!
Bart advanced was mesmerized by the legitimacy of the situation like they were actually going to shoot a commercial. It was actually going to show on people's TV screens. Bart was actually going to get famous!
By them rolled by many people holding clipboards, wearing communication headsets, or answering phone calls. Directors, actors, and film crew dashed by going from booth to booth to shoot commercial scenes. A few people were rolling set props and pieces in big trolleys. Bart saw the actor's trailers at the far end.
"Cut!"
"Roll 5, Scene 4, Take 1!"
"Where's my coffee?!"
Bart could hear the director's yells when he peeked into some of the booths.
They arrived at the far end with the trailers. Bart and Chantelle's trailers were the biggest.
"Woah"
At the trailer Bart met his makeup artist and dressed up for the commercial; his basic t-shirt and trousers, but the shirt was green and the trousers were navy blue. Bart also wore an orange baseball cap.
When he arrived at "Booth 4". At the production stage Bart met the cinematographer, production manager, technical director, boom operator, gaffer, dolly grip, key grip, they were all essentially the crew to actually shoot the commercial. The other actor who would be playing alongside Bart was a sumo wrestler called Yoshida Enomoto, but that was a name no one can remember, so people called him "Yoshi". (Nintendo please don't sue me). The director was a Canadian man named Ben, all the American directors were too incompetent for the job and drank way too much coffee, to the point of having to cut budgets. So the team had to look upstairs to the Canadians.
They were shooting a commercial for a high caffeinated Swedish brand energy drink called "Extremt kaffe! (kan ge dig diarré)"
(The brand was Swedish, the actors were American and Japanese, and the Director was Canadian, clearly, the brand had no idea which country this drink was being marketed to.)
"Alright, everyone! Listen up!," the Canadian director clapped his hands to get people's attention, "Now today we'll be shooting the commercial for Extremt Kaffe drink!"
"The commercial will have the main character a boy, played by Bart, and a Sumo, played by Yoshi. The Sumo would be pushing the boy off the fighting rink, then someone off stage throws the energy drink into the boy's hand. The Boy drinks it and boom! He's stronger and pushes- no grabs the sumo by the arm and throws him off the rink entirely. It's quite simple so now let's get to it!" he explained the plot, "Oh, and someone get me a bottle of Maple syrup to inject into my veins,"
After a long day of shooting, they wrapped up for the day.
"Alright everyone that's a wrap!" The director declared. Everyone started packing up their stuff and was eager to go. As Bart was drinking some water, the director came over to him;
"Eh, Bart right?" the director asked him calmly
"Yeah, what's up" Bart replied
"Bart, you did great today, especially for the first commercial. The boss was right, you're perfect for this. Most people on their first project are quite shy but you went for it!"
"Thanks, director man"
"My name's Ben, not director man. And uh Bart will you be staying here?"
"Totally! This place is so cool. I don't even have to do homework,"
"Eh, haha. We all hate homework," Ben said happily, "Well, goodbye Bart. I hope we meet again,"
"Sure will!" Bart replied as Ben went the other direction
As Bart left the booth, Ben's smile wiped off his face, replaced by a monotone expression. He flipped out his phone and dialed a number, as it picked up he said, "We've got him"
Notes: Thank you to everyone for all the nice comments! :D
I'm glad some people took time out of their lives to read my stories. If we get more good stories on this platform then maybe someday people won't perceive fanfiction writing as a hobby for weirdos.