Disclaimer: I own nothing (unfortunately!) except the storyline.

Notes: This chappy is a little longer that the other, so PLEASE review, 'cos otherwise I won't write anymore and I'll throw myself off a bridge.

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A Vampy Vacation Pt. 2: The Start of a New Adventure

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After buying 2 raffle tickets each, the family settled down at a gaudy red plastic seating area in the corner, with Styrofoam cups of...well, some kind of liquid.

"Mom, what is this crud?"

"Bart!" Marge said indignantly, "Don't call it crud."

"Well, what is it then Mom?" Lisa asked.

"Well, It said 'Danger; coffee' on the vat they got it from, but I'm sure it's drinkable anyway..."

"Eeeeewwww, I'm not drinking this crud!" Homer winced.

"Honestly, Homer I just told Bart off for saying that and then you-"

"Whatever, I'll be at Moe's." Homer began to heave himself off the too-small plastic chair.

"Homer..."

"Wait, Dad, don't go yet! You might win the raffle!"

"Oh yeah! The Sunnydale tickets!" Homer grinned. He looked over at the prize table, and his face fell.

"Awwwww, Marge, look! Churchy La Femme's gonna win the tickets!" He wailed.

Marge looked over and saw Ned Flanders buying a ticket.

"Oh, Homie so what? Lots of people bought tickets! Just because Ned bought one doesn't mean he's gonna win!"

" A LOT of people bought tickets? Ohhh."

"Homer, please..."

Suddenly, Rev. Lovejoy's voice on a microphone over the noise of the church interrupted them.

"AND NOW FOLKS IT'S THE TIME YOU ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, IT'S THE PRIZE-GIVING TIME!"

"Oh, quick, everyone get out your tickets!" Marge whispered excitedly.

"Why bother? Flanders'll win. God likes him, Mr. pray-a-lot-and-make-everyone-else-look-bad."

"Homer, I'm only gonna say this once." Marge gave Homer a look that could have frozen cooking bacon. "I-"

But she was cut off by the loudspeaker again.

"OK, THE WINNER OF THE 'VIOLENT STICKMEN II' VIDEO GAME IS...305! I REPEAT, TICKET NUMBER 305!"

"Oh, joy!" cried Martin Prince, jumping up from the crowd to claim his prize.

"D'oh!" Bart hissed through clenched teeth. "I knew I shoulda swiped it off the table!"

"AND NEXT THE..."

And so it went on for an hour. Bart nearly fell asleep in the potato chips and Lisa was no better. Marge was enjoying it and listening intently. Homer was drooling on the table and snoring loudly, his cheek slathered in dip.

"AND THE FINAL ITEM UP FOR A LUCKY WINNER, OUR GRAND PRIZE, FREE TICKETS TO SUNNYDALE! THE LUCKY WINNER IS..."

Otto played a quick drum roll on the table. Reverend Lovejoy gave him the Evil Eye(he could do it pretty well for a religious guy), cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone again.

"As I was saying, THE WINNER OF THE PLANE TICKETS IS…666! I REPEAT, TICKET NUMBER 666!"

Homer looked down at his ticket. Suddenly it dawned on him. He gasped. "WOOO- HOOO!!!!!!! I WON! I WON! In your FACE, Flanders!!!! I WIN!!!" Homer shouted gleefully, running up from the back corner to the stage.

"Here you are, Homer, congratulations for winning our gra-"

"Enough congarats already, just gimmie the tickets!" Homer said impatiently.

A little peeved, Rev. Lovejoy gave him the tickets.

"WOO-HOO!"

Homer returned back to his family, estatic.

"The Simpsons are going to Sunnydale!" he yelled happily.

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