Chapter 5-Bart Saves The Day
"Mr. Smithers, what shall we do with our nosey little friend." Burns evil gaze rested on Bart, who was being tied up by the weasly flunky.
"Uh, I think we should take him to plant and throw him into the drainage pond, sir." Smithers looked up at his boss for approval.
"No, that would cause too many questions, besides, I want to know who else knows he's here." The wizened little man replied. "All right, boy, who sent you here?" he snarled at Bart.
"None of your beeswax." Bart thrust his chin in the air. He might be on the edge of death, or a really bad experience, but he was darned if they'd get his mom.
"Pity, Simpson, maybe we ought go get your old man, I'm sure he'd answer for us." Burns replied.
Thinking fast, Bart offered up a token of information. "He can't, because he didn't know I followed him. I wanted to see the babes, is that a crime?"
"That could be true, Sir. Boys at his age are very inquisitive towards the opposite sex, if you get my ... ow!" Smithers rubbed his head where his boss had just thumped him.
"You idiot! I didn't look at my first woman until I was.. uh, never mind." Burns angrily turned back to Bart.
"So you wanted to see the women, well, I'll let you take a good look, because it'll be the last thing you see, boy! Bring him along, Smithers."
Grabbing Bart by the arm, Burns assistant dragged him along as the millionaire led them down a corridor to a storeroom, then flung the door open.
"Behold the new faces of Springfield, boy. They'll be the last ones you see!"
Bart's jaw dropped at the sight of twenty plus women, in various outfits, parading around and admiring each other. In the center was the overheated dancer, still giving off little puffs of steam.
Unable to control himself, Bart let out a wolf-whistle, then as one the women turned, each showing a smile of appreciation.
"Well, hello, handsome." A redhead came forward and looked at Bart as Burns said, "Tammy, I want you to take this boy and kill him, understand."
"With pleasure, darling." She cooed, taking Bart by the arm and drawing him into the room.
As the door shut behind him, Bart thought fast. "Uh, Tammy, do you know how to kill someone?"
"Why, yes, why?" the robot frowned.
"Well, I think Mr. Burns wanted you to untie me, then kill me with love, do you know how to do that?" Bart prayed she wouldn't take him literally.
"I think so, darling." The redhead tore the ropes off him with her bare hands, then stopped with a puzzled look.
"Uh, I'll show you what he meant, but first, where's the power for this room." Bart hoped he wouldn't be sorry about this.
"Over here." Tammy walked over to a control panel, then showed him the switches that controlled all the robots. All the controls had names next to them, plus there was a master switch marked 'Wives room".
Taking a chance, Bart reached over and flipped it on, only to here a swoosh noise, then a wall panel opened to show ten women, some still in their nightclothes.
"The missing wives!" Bart gasped.
"Quick, ladies, you've got to get out of here!" he yelled. Without a protest the women ran from the room as the robots looked on, smiles plastered on their faces.
"Tammy, I'm sorry to do this to your friends but here goes." Bart started hitting all the switches off, with the exception of the Tammy control. At once all the robots fell over, except for the redhead.
She looked at him, then bent over and gave him a kiss. "Thank you, darling. But why did you spare me?"
"Uh, cause I need your help so Mr. Burns doesn't hurt me or my family!" he told her, then sheepishly added, "and cause I like you."
"Like, what is that?" she puzzled.
"I'll show you later, that is if my mother lets me keep you." Bart grinned, then led the way out of the room.
Outside in the hall a great commotion could be heard, as the wives were busy beating Mr. Burns and Smithers up, as well as chasing the curious husbands out of the club.
Just as Bart reached the meeting room, Homer spotted him, then rushed over to his son.
"My boy, Lenny's wife just told me what you did. I'm so proud of you." he said.
"Gee, thanks, Dad." By the way, this is Tammy; can I bring her home, can I?" Bart begged.
"I don't know, son, we'll have to ask your mother." Homer looked her up and down, then asked, "can you cook?"
"Yes, darling, I especially like to make...donuts." She replied seductively.
"I think your mother won't mind." Homer beamed, then followed Bart and Tammy out of the building. Just then the police came and within minutes had Burns and Smithers begging to be put in jail.
"Please help us, hide us, anything, Chief." Burns pleaded as the bruised and battered men were helped out of the club, followed by the growing mob of angry women.
Suddenly an explosion was heard in the back of the building, and Tammy looked at Bart sorrowfully.
"I'm sorry, darling, this is good bye..." she started to say, then fell over.
"Aw, geez, dad. I really like her." Bart mourned, staring at the fallen robot.
"Never mind son, women come and go, you'll learn that someday." Homer patted his son, then the two of them walked into the sunrise.
Behind them the police cars departed, then all was silent.
Except for movement from a certain redhead, who blinked, then slowly got up off the ground.
Gazing after the departing father and son, she grinned, then followed after them.
The End