Ch.4-Police are into the action
When Bart woke up he decided to go and see if anyone had found the school yet. Well, he knew someone had but he wanted to see everything. He walked to Milhouses' house and told him to come with him to the school to see what was all going down at the school after the crisis last night. They walked over there and there were more policemen, policewoman, and police dogs they had ever seen in one location. Bart thought the police must have got there not to long ago because they were just putting the bodies into the body bags.
"Goo! There are a lot of police here. Maybe we should leave." Milhouse said.
"How about. no, Milhouse." Bart said.
"If we hang around we are going to get caught. YOU DO THIS EVERY TIME!" Milhouse yelled. Luckily for Bart the police didn't here a sound out of them.
"Milhouse, I've been an evil fricken' genius for thirty fricken years. Cut me some, Fricken slack."
"Actually you've only been an evil fricken genius for 1 fricken day."
"Shut up."
"Why don't you?"
"Because you're the one that's doing the insulting."
"Oh. I see. But we should really leave. The police are really starting to pile in."
"You're right. We could get easily caught." So Milhouse and Bart made their way back to their hideout. Their hideout was in Bart's tree house. "Ok, do we have everything we need to plan things out?" Bart asked.
"Yes we do in fact." Milhouse said. "We have the dry erase board, dry erase markers, the stick thingy you point out things with, and of course, the guns."
"Good. So everything is going according to plan. This is working out better than I expected. This is great. I've never felt more alive! I have power! I need more though. We must make our next move as quick as possible I need more power. It makes me feel so good."
"Ok settle down." Milhouse said. "We haven't taken over the world or anything. We've only jumped a couple of people and you're going crazy." A police car drove by and parked next door at Flanders' house.
"Quick." Bart said. "Put the guns in the storage chest and cover it with a sheet." The policeman looked in their direction. "Hide!"
"Are well hidden Bart?"
"Yeah, I'm cool. How 'bout you?"
"I'm fine. You think he saw us?"
"I sure hope not. We'd get busted big time."
"Yeah major time, dude."
"Milhouse, stop trying to act cool. You're making a fool out of yourself. You're embarrassing me in front of no one." Bart said.
"Garsh, Bart."
* * * * *
During the next few days, the police were swarming the streets. Not one crime was physically possible to commit in Springfield. The mayor had beefed up security for safety precautions.
"We can't do our work with these cops around" Milhouse said.
"You're right Milhosue" Bart said.
"Really?!"
"No, not really. I can't back that up."
"Right." Milhouse said.
"I'm kidding. You are right. We can't do anything yet. We'll have to wait until the police dye down. Though my anger, my patience is wearing down. I don't know how long I can take this." Bart had seemed to go a little insane when the bird pooped on his head.
"Hello!"
"Who said that?" Bart asked.
"It's me. I'm in your head. Remember?! You forgot about me. I kept trying to get your attention but it wouldn't work. I see the police have seen your work and are ready to catch you. They just need to find out it was you and they will be set."
"Right. Anyway, the key to my plan is the part with guns. I've turned my tree house into what I'de like to call, a death star."
"Ok darth." Milhouse said.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh nothin'. Rippoff!" Milhouse yelled acting like he was sneezing in an obvious way though.
"Bless you." Bart said. The days past though the police didn't. They stayed on watch 24/7. Bart had gone out of control. He had to strike. He couldn't take. He had to kill.
When Bart woke up he decided to go and see if anyone had found the school yet. Well, he knew someone had but he wanted to see everything. He walked to Milhouses' house and told him to come with him to the school to see what was all going down at the school after the crisis last night. They walked over there and there were more policemen, policewoman, and police dogs they had ever seen in one location. Bart thought the police must have got there not to long ago because they were just putting the bodies into the body bags.
"Goo! There are a lot of police here. Maybe we should leave." Milhouse said.
"How about. no, Milhouse." Bart said.
"If we hang around we are going to get caught. YOU DO THIS EVERY TIME!" Milhouse yelled. Luckily for Bart the police didn't here a sound out of them.
"Milhouse, I've been an evil fricken' genius for thirty fricken years. Cut me some, Fricken slack."
"Actually you've only been an evil fricken genius for 1 fricken day."
"Shut up."
"Why don't you?"
"Because you're the one that's doing the insulting."
"Oh. I see. But we should really leave. The police are really starting to pile in."
"You're right. We could get easily caught." So Milhouse and Bart made their way back to their hideout. Their hideout was in Bart's tree house. "Ok, do we have everything we need to plan things out?" Bart asked.
"Yes we do in fact." Milhouse said. "We have the dry erase board, dry erase markers, the stick thingy you point out things with, and of course, the guns."
"Good. So everything is going according to plan. This is working out better than I expected. This is great. I've never felt more alive! I have power! I need more though. We must make our next move as quick as possible I need more power. It makes me feel so good."
"Ok settle down." Milhouse said. "We haven't taken over the world or anything. We've only jumped a couple of people and you're going crazy." A police car drove by and parked next door at Flanders' house.
"Quick." Bart said. "Put the guns in the storage chest and cover it with a sheet." The policeman looked in their direction. "Hide!"
"Are well hidden Bart?"
"Yeah, I'm cool. How 'bout you?"
"I'm fine. You think he saw us?"
"I sure hope not. We'd get busted big time."
"Yeah major time, dude."
"Milhouse, stop trying to act cool. You're making a fool out of yourself. You're embarrassing me in front of no one." Bart said.
"Garsh, Bart."
* * * * *
During the next few days, the police were swarming the streets. Not one crime was physically possible to commit in Springfield. The mayor had beefed up security for safety precautions.
"We can't do our work with these cops around" Milhouse said.
"You're right Milhosue" Bart said.
"Really?!"
"No, not really. I can't back that up."
"Right." Milhouse said.
"I'm kidding. You are right. We can't do anything yet. We'll have to wait until the police dye down. Though my anger, my patience is wearing down. I don't know how long I can take this." Bart had seemed to go a little insane when the bird pooped on his head.
"Hello!"
"Who said that?" Bart asked.
"It's me. I'm in your head. Remember?! You forgot about me. I kept trying to get your attention but it wouldn't work. I see the police have seen your work and are ready to catch you. They just need to find out it was you and they will be set."
"Right. Anyway, the key to my plan is the part with guns. I've turned my tree house into what I'de like to call, a death star."
"Ok darth." Milhouse said.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh nothin'. Rippoff!" Milhouse yelled acting like he was sneezing in an obvious way though.
"Bless you." Bart said. The days past though the police didn't. They stayed on watch 24/7. Bart had gone out of control. He had to strike. He couldn't take. He had to kill.