Bart Vs The Springfield Wives
What happens when a new men's club organized by Mr. Burns starts replacing the town's women with robots; can Bart save the day?
(All characters are the property of Matt Groening and are only on loan.I promise to put them back safe and sound!)
To Karina-I never turn down a double dog dare!
Chapter 1-Mr. Burns Yearns
"Smithers, come here Smithers!"
The old fossil called for his faithful flunky, then scowled as he appeared.
"Yes, Mr. Burns?"
"I'm in need of entertainment. I've decided to start a Gentlemen's club. All the towns leading citizens will be members, and I will be in charge. Get started on it right away!"
Smithers gave a toothy grin. It made him happy to see his lord and master so happy.
All over town invitations appeared in mailboxes, and smiles on the male population's faces.
A men's club: the possibilities: camaraderie, networking possibilities, a place to play cards and chase women.
"Free food!" Homer Simpson hollered as he read his artificially engraved card.
"Homer, don't you know there's no such thing as a free lunch, there's a catch to it." Marge Simpson narrowed her eyes at the host's signature.
"Yeah, it's dinner, not lunch." He chuckled, and she sighed.
"Whoa, dad, did you see who's in running this thing, Mr. Burns!" Bart grabbed the invitation from Homer's greasy fingers.
"So?" Homer tried to swipe it back, but his son was too fast for him.
"So, that means there's something other than a few buffalo wings here!" Bart's mind was teeming with possibilities and all of them illegal.
"I can handle a few buffalo wings, and old Burns too!" Homer grabbed for the card again, this time distracting his son with a candy bar.
"Hey, thanks, wait, no fair, dad, it's melted!" Bart whined, then took out his frustration by wiping his dripping fingers on Homer's bowling shirt.
"Fair is fair, son. You'll learn that someday from your dear old dad." He smugly replied, then walked out of the house to Bart's laughter, a perfect set of handprints on the back of his shirt.