Inspired by a couple of things: Sideshow Bob's chalk outline (with a rake) appearing on the floor of Moe's in "Holidays of Future Passed", and the speculation on the character who dies next year, and Kelsey Grammer saying that Bob will live because "he always comes back".
Bob sat up in his bunk, clutching his chest and panting as if he'd narrowly escaped something. Well, he had, in a way. After making sure that Snake was still asleep in the bunk above him, Bob tried to calm himself down. For about two months now, he'd been having the same nightmare: he would chase Bart Simpson into Moe's Tavern, step on one of those blasted rakes, and then die with Bart's shocked cry of "Ay carumba!" as the last thing he ever heard.
It couldn't perhaps be a prophetic dream, could it?
No, that's ridiculous, Bob told himself. Why would a rake even be in a bar? Then again, there had been that rake on the houseboat...
Bob shook his head to clear his thoughts. He'd stepped on so many rakes without getting hurt at all, as well as surviving numerous things that only a cartoon character should regularly be able to survive: getting shot out of cannons, going through that cactus patch, getting trampled by elephants, all of those electric shocks, and being shoved into a running washing machine AND a running dryer...Bob glared up at the sleeping Snake as that memory returned. He again reassured himself that it was only a dream, and that dreams could often get very ridiculous...then again, Bob had suffered from plenty ridiculous experiences in real life.
Sighing, Bob pulled out a notebook from under his pillow, then opened it up and flipped through the various evil plans and drawings of Bart dying gruesomely. Bob chuckled darkly to himself.
"If anyone is going to die, it's going to be him."