Thanks to Christina for pointing out my misspelling of tragedies, it has been changed! Oh, and this is not written in script, it's just in the present tense, don't ask me why I did it that way, I just thought it would be easier to picture on a screen. And I haven't seen the episode where Homer got a trampoline before, oh well. . . maybe they all caught amnesia, well, I'm taking literary license on this one anyway.

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Part 2

Marge is making sandwiches in the kitchen when Bart trudges in looking bored.

'Hiya, Honey. What's the matter?' says Marge, handing her son a sandwich. Bart congers up the power to reply,

'I'm booooooooooored, that trampoline's getting old.'

'Bart, we've only had that thing an hour.' Bart rolls his eyes upward,

'Still. . .'

'Well, Milhouse's mother is going out with her new husband in a few minutes--'

'Milhouse's mom got married?!'

'Oh, didn't I tell you, she met a man on her holiday in Australia.'

'So they got married?' says Bart in disgust,

'The service came free with the funeral.'

'Funeral?' Marge shifts around a little,

'Er. . . I'll tell you later. but anyway, I told her we'd look after Milhouse today, maybe he can make the trampoline fun.'

'Well, he does provide me with a certain amount of amusement when milk squirts out of his nose if I say 'booger' at the lunch table.'

'See, you'll have plenty of fun,' at that moment the doorbell rings, 'there he is now.' Marge answers the door and greets Milhouse, 'Hello, Milhouse and, oh, who is this?' Behind Milhouse stands a girl about the same age with hazel coloured hair and tanned skin,

'Hi, Mrs Simpson. I'm Mandy, Milhouse's step-sister' Milhouse pipes up,

'My mom forgot to mention she was coming.' Bart then rounds the corner form the kitchen holding his sandwich,

'Hi Bart!' says Milhouse, Bart is to busy looking, with curiosity, at Mandy, though, to listen,

'Oh yeah,' says Milhouse, 'Bart, Mandy; Mandy, Bart. Now let's go play on your trampoline!' both Mandy and Bart are completely oblivious to the ranting blob that is Milhouse. Bart says, trying not to sound interested,

'Sooooooo, what stuff do you like?' Mandy, also trying to sound uninterested, shrugs her shoulders and replies,

'I dunno. . . I like TV' Bart lets out a gasp of surprise,

'Me too!'

'Wow!' cries Sandy,

'Hey, do you wanna go watch TV right now?!'

'YEAH!' The two run off in glee leaving Milhouse and Marge standing in the hallway,

'D'you wanna play with me, Mrs Simpson?' Milhouse urges.

'Er. . . I've gotta go peel the toaster.' Marge then runs off leaving Milhouse to drop his head and sigh.

* * *

Bart and Mandy are sitting on the sofa in the living room. Bart asks,

'Do you like Itchy and Scratchy?'

'A mouse butchering a cat! How could I not like it?!' so Bart switches on the TV and soon that well-known theme tune comes blaring out of the speakers. Once the tune has finished the title 'Road-Rage Rodent' appears. [Author's note: you can skip this part out if you want, it has no relevance what so ever to the story and is kinda disturbed, but hey, it's Itchy and Scratchy]

It is a sunny day in Itchy and Scratchy land as we view a pretty road with a rose drenched cottage on one side and a smitten-kitten, Scratchy, on the other. . . how quaint. Scratchy has a love letter which has the address,

Cutsey Cottage,

1 Honeydew Lane

Little comic book hearts pop up around Scratchy's head as he blindly steps out into the road. But what's this?! Itchy? In a Lamborgini Diablo? Revving his engine? I think we can all guess where this is going.

One quick push of a pedal and Scratchy is a blueberry pancake on the highway. [if you haven't already stopped reading, you may want to do so now, it gets worse] Oh, but it's okay, he quickly peels himself off and dusts himself down and is once again ready to meet his love. Itchy snaps his fingers in frustration but soon has a light bulb-popping idea. Before Scratchy knows what's what, his tail is tied to the fender of Itchy's car and his ears nailed to the floor. Itchy switches his car into fifth, and soon half a cat is trailing from it leaving a path of blood and innards behind.

'THE END' By this time Bart and Mandy are rolling around on the floor laughing.

As they dry their tears and clamber back on to the sofa, Bart asks,

'So, Mandy, is it hard living with Mrs Vanhouten?'

'Hmmm, not really. It's Milhouse who it's hard to live with.'

'Yeah, he can be kind of annoying but he's not such a geek as everyone thinks.' just at that moment, the pitiful voice of Milhouse emanates from the kitchen,

'Mandy! I spilt my eyebrow medicine, I keep a spare in my underpants but the tension made me nervous and I wet myself. . . and I'm not wearing underpants. . . let's go home.' Mandy sighs and rolls her eyes,

'Well, duty calls.'

'Y'know, I could come and give you a hand dealing with Milhouse sometime.' suggests Bart.

'That's sweet of you to offer. Okay, I'll give you a call sometime.' Bart looks a little akward,

'Mandy, I. . . I, well. . I--'

'Maaaaaaaaaaaaandy, it feels like someone's stabbing my eyebrows with a million board pins.' Bart just sighs,

'I had a really great time.'

'Me too,' replies Mandy as she flashes him a quick smile and goes to fetch Milhouse.

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Hmmmmmm, pretty darn boring I know. . . I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the mo, I might yank this story if it gets any worse.