Looking around he found the arcade wasn't pack as it usually was, but that was okay.
he walked sultry passed a few boys near the dopanchi machine, they turn they're heads to watch and drool.
"Gods, I know who that is but damn she's freakin' hot!" someone said, "I wish she had the right parts" another said.
Todd smiled, he reached into his purse and pulled out a five dollar bill and had it changed.
While all the time Bart was joining most of the boys in staring, while others just moved on with their lives.
"Who is that girl?" Bart asked, "and where has she been?"
Nearby Milhouse was playing some electronic wack-a-mole game, he lost and walked to Bart's side and just blurt it out. "You wouldn't believe me but that's actually Todd Flanders."
So the rumors are true, what if the rumors are true then that means she's really a he! Bart thought.
"I'm so conflicted" was Bart's reply to his thoughts.
--(1)--
Marge walked into the living room, Homer had the phone in hand and he was ordering something called the D-tector.
"Homer, you're not ordering more junk from the tv, are you?" Marge asked.
"Shhh! They'll hear you!" Homer said, "yes I would like the bakemon added to that, they're a dim a dozen! Well then give me a-" before Homer could finished Marge had pressed the cut off button."Homer, we must talk."
"What is it sweety? You need a Mamoru punching doll?" Homer pointed to the large package in the corner that's collecting dust, "or how about another Juice Juicer?"
"Uh, that's the thing, you've been spending too much time and money on this stuff and you never really use it" Marge said.
"You know" Homer said as he stood up from the couch, "you're right, but what will I do with my free time?"
"Well, you could get a hobby."
"You're right Marge, I'll learn to cook!" Homer giggled as he went out the door.
Lisa, Maggie and Marge stood there in the living room staring after him, saying nothing.
"Isn't someone going to stop him?" Lisa asked."Why bother?" Marge answered.
"Todd, is that you?"
"Uh, yeah dad." Todd said as he walked through the front door, he gave a goofy yet guilty smile while facing his father while he tapped around the house area. That lazer eye surgery may have been helpful but at the five year mark his eyes popped out, luckily he can't see his oldest son dressing up like a psycho showgirl on acid.
Rod walked in, he lean there in the doorway while his father and brother chit-chat. He knew his father didn't know anything about this whole debauchery and Rod would say something about it, if tale telling wasn't a sin (or so he thinks it's a sin.)
Once the talk was over Todd walked to the kitchen entrance, where Rod was standing. "Please excuse me, brother," Todd said.
"Sorry, it's my fault that I am in your way brother." Rod said while taking a step to the side. Todd shrugged, he usually always get the cold shoulder treatment.
He should really take a chill pill, Todd thought while heading for the fridge.
She watched that girl, with her spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. That lightly paled skin, that figure she slinks around unknowingly and her mind, that intelligent yet spiritual mind. She wanted her, craved her, to touch and taste her. And yet the words never came out right.
"Alright Lisa, hand over the protection money."
Good enough.
"Hang on," Lisa said while shifting around with extra change in her pockets. "Here, it's a week's worth. Now get out of my way, I'm a hurry."
"Uh-uh," the carrot top girl said while stepping in front of her. "Getting snippy with me, you know the school rules."
Lisa sighed while shifting around for extra change, she handed over before leaving. She stood there, half day dreaming while half pumping people for the protection money.
At the end of the day while paying her 10 percent of her earnings to the "house" as the new school rules state.
Walking out, Francine went home to dream of the special nerd girl.