Sideshow Bob may have bonded with Lisa over their love of high culture, but he'd once found a different type of common ground with the younger Simpson daughter...

Bob got up in the middle of the night and began tiptoeing out of Maggie's room, as stealthily as such a floppy-footed man could be.

Everyone is sleeping, he thought. There's no one to shock me with that damned remote. I can cut the boy's throat, as Lenny suggested, and then get out of here. Let that oaf be murdered-if it doesn't happen now, it will sooner or la-

Bob's train of thought was derailed when he heard the unmistakable sound of a pacifier being sucked. He turned and saw that Maggie was awake and stroking her gun.

"Oh, Maggie! I-I was only getting up for a glass of water."

Clearly not fooled, Maggie aimed her gun at him, and Bob became aware that he was sweating.

"Now Maggie, remember our deal!"

In her other hand, Maggie held up the remote to the shock bracelet, and Bob couldn't help but gape at her. "How did you get that?"

Maggie only smirked, and Bob sighed, kneeling back down to the baby's level.

"Alright, Maggie, you win." He contemplated the child as she put away her gun, but made sure to keep the remote out of his grasp. "While I respect your concern for your brother, you can't say that you're any better than me...if you ever learn to speak, that is." Bob ignored Maggie's death glare and continued, "I'm aware that your mother wasn't joking when she said you've attempted murder, yourself."

Maggie crossed her arms, actually making Bob chuckle. "Yes, I have heard all about your shooting of Montgomery Burns. I know about how the old man was too frail to yank a lollipop from your tiny hands, and how, during the struggle, his gun fell into your hands and 'accidentally' discharged."

The expression on Maggie's face was asking him, "What's your point?"

Bob met Maggie's eyes. "It wasn't an accident, was it? You can tell me; if there's anything I've learned during my numerous prison sentences, it's that it's not worth being a snitch. So...was the shooting intentional?"

Maggie gave him a "What do you think?" look.

"Ah, I thought so." Again, Bob sighed, this time somewhat melodramatically. "I may never again sleep outside the company of other criminals and would-be murderers."

Maggie removed her pacifier and held it out to him; Bob swallowed down his disgust.

"No, Maggie, that's a...sweet gesture, but...I couldn't take your beloved pacifier from you." The relief on the little girl's face was obvious. She raised the pacifier back up to her lips, then remembered her deal with Bob and put it aside before lying back down.

Bob decided that for a roommate and a Simpson, Maggie wasn't so bad.