SOOOOOOO SORRY that I haven't updated in a while. School just started and my teachers have PILED on the homework. i've even got a project due in September that is going to take me an entire month AT LEAST to finish! AND I have a BAD case of writers block and bad spelling. Ugh!
Okay, I'm through laying all of my problems on you so now... recap time!! Samara has been adopted by Bob. Ahh, good ole' Bob. She's been up all night trying to come up with a fool-proof plan to vanquish Springfield and she has. (for all of those who don't know, she was up all night because, "She never sleeps" Ya know?) Well today, she is going shopping!!
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Samara and Bob walked around the mall, looking for clothes. Samara wasn't really paying attention. She didn't care for shopping (as much as she likes being shoved down wells! lol).
"Samara, do you like this one?"
He held up a blue dress for her to see. She smiled and shrugged. He frowned and said, "You need to tell me what you like and don't like so I'll know what to get."
She walked over to a clearance rack and picked up a shirt with horses on it. "I like this one." he noticed that she sounded really young. Younger than ten...
"Okay, that's a pretty shirt." He said, forcing himself back to reality.
Across the aisle from them, Bart and Lisa were pretending to be enthralled by a rack of magazines, but really, they were spying on Bob and Samara. Quietly, Lisa whispered to Bart, "Bart you just don't know when to quit, do you?"
"Yeah, you'll be saying that when Bob is trying to blow up Springfield with an H-Bomb!" He snapped back at her.
"You know, Bart... When you first dragged me here, I thought you were crazy. But I don't now. I KNOW you are!"
He shushed her when he saw an old lady walk by them and look at her like she were crazy.
Then something happened to make Bart jump three feet in the air. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He wheeled around and who he saw made him scream like a little girl.
"Why, look! It's my old archenemy, Bart!" exclaimed Bob.
Bart was too scared to even move. But it was strange. Usually when Bob was around, he would scream or run away, but this time, he couldn't. Something in the air scared him so stiff that he felt that if he moved, every bone in his body would shatter.
Bart knew that what he felt wasn't Bob, but something else. Something much worse. He tried to think hard about what it was when a voice brought him back to reality.
"How have you been?" it was Bob, who looked absolutly pleased to see Bart in the store. The feeling wasn't mutual.
Bart worked up the courage to at least say this: "Don't try to pull the buddy-buddy act with me, Bob. I know you're up to something and I'll find out what it is if it's the last thing I ever do! And it probably will be."
"Why, I don't know what you mean, Bart. I'm as good as a tulip in the Springtime."
"Bart, can we just go now, before we get thrown out." Lisa said as she seen a mall security officer walk by and look at them kind of funny. And not "ha-ha" funny, if you know what I mean.
"Oh, you can't leave just yet," Bob said. "you haven't even met my daughter, Samara."
Bart and Lisa got into a football-like huddle in the middle of the aisle and whispered to each other.
"Lisa, we can't trust him. I'd bet anything that he's going to use that kid he adopted somehow to take over Springfield."
"Bart, You're being eccentric."
"No, I'm not. I've been right every other time he's tried to do something, heven't I?"
"I'll have to admit that you have been most of the time. But what about the time he went to work at the dam and Cecil tried to frame him? You were wrong then."
"But that's just one time, Lisa. Think about all of the other times when he tried to do something. I was right about those times, and without me, I'd probably be dead now."
Lisa sighed and said in a sarcastic tone, "You're right Bart, You would be dead now if it weren't for you."
"Glad to see that you agree. Now I have a plan. Just follow mt lead."
Lisa could do no more than roll her eyes.
Suddenly there was a crash on the other side of the aisle. Police Chief Wiggum had dropped everything he was carrying and a donut that he had been carrying. There was a lot of noise as lots of people ran over to help him.
What they didn't see was Samara looking at something... or someone... intently, her eyes fire-red...
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CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, to find out what happens next, tune in to the next Chapter of: Ring Around the Simpsons!
I'm taking more votes. This time, on what to call my story. I don't rally like the title, Ring around the Simpsons, but its all I could come up with at the time, so if you could give me some suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it! What I'm going to do is take the names that are most in common and combine them to make one cool title. And I will give credit to all of those who contribut their all-important feed-back
I'm going to shut up now before an angry-mob-of-anti-ranters (man, I love dashes...) comes after me for talking too much.
BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Ashleigh AKA $T@R
Okay, I'm through laying all of my problems on you so now... recap time!! Samara has been adopted by Bob. Ahh, good ole' Bob. She's been up all night trying to come up with a fool-proof plan to vanquish Springfield and she has. (for all of those who don't know, she was up all night because, "She never sleeps" Ya know?) Well today, she is going shopping!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Samara and Bob walked around the mall, looking for clothes. Samara wasn't really paying attention. She didn't care for shopping (as much as she likes being shoved down wells! lol).
"Samara, do you like this one?"
He held up a blue dress for her to see. She smiled and shrugged. He frowned and said, "You need to tell me what you like and don't like so I'll know what to get."
She walked over to a clearance rack and picked up a shirt with horses on it. "I like this one." he noticed that she sounded really young. Younger than ten...
"Okay, that's a pretty shirt." He said, forcing himself back to reality.
Across the aisle from them, Bart and Lisa were pretending to be enthralled by a rack of magazines, but really, they were spying on Bob and Samara. Quietly, Lisa whispered to Bart, "Bart you just don't know when to quit, do you?"
"Yeah, you'll be saying that when Bob is trying to blow up Springfield with an H-Bomb!" He snapped back at her.
"You know, Bart... When you first dragged me here, I thought you were crazy. But I don't now. I KNOW you are!"
He shushed her when he saw an old lady walk by them and look at her like she were crazy.
Then something happened to make Bart jump three feet in the air. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He wheeled around and who he saw made him scream like a little girl.
"Why, look! It's my old archenemy, Bart!" exclaimed Bob.
Bart was too scared to even move. But it was strange. Usually when Bob was around, he would scream or run away, but this time, he couldn't. Something in the air scared him so stiff that he felt that if he moved, every bone in his body would shatter.
Bart knew that what he felt wasn't Bob, but something else. Something much worse. He tried to think hard about what it was when a voice brought him back to reality.
"How have you been?" it was Bob, who looked absolutly pleased to see Bart in the store. The feeling wasn't mutual.
Bart worked up the courage to at least say this: "Don't try to pull the buddy-buddy act with me, Bob. I know you're up to something and I'll find out what it is if it's the last thing I ever do! And it probably will be."
"Why, I don't know what you mean, Bart. I'm as good as a tulip in the Springtime."
"Bart, can we just go now, before we get thrown out." Lisa said as she seen a mall security officer walk by and look at them kind of funny. And not "ha-ha" funny, if you know what I mean.
"Oh, you can't leave just yet," Bob said. "you haven't even met my daughter, Samara."
Bart and Lisa got into a football-like huddle in the middle of the aisle and whispered to each other.
"Lisa, we can't trust him. I'd bet anything that he's going to use that kid he adopted somehow to take over Springfield."
"Bart, You're being eccentric."
"No, I'm not. I've been right every other time he's tried to do something, heven't I?"
"I'll have to admit that you have been most of the time. But what about the time he went to work at the dam and Cecil tried to frame him? You were wrong then."
"But that's just one time, Lisa. Think about all of the other times when he tried to do something. I was right about those times, and without me, I'd probably be dead now."
Lisa sighed and said in a sarcastic tone, "You're right Bart, You would be dead now if it weren't for you."
"Glad to see that you agree. Now I have a plan. Just follow mt lead."
Lisa could do no more than roll her eyes.
Suddenly there was a crash on the other side of the aisle. Police Chief Wiggum had dropped everything he was carrying and a donut that he had been carrying. There was a lot of noise as lots of people ran over to help him.
What they didn't see was Samara looking at something... or someone... intently, her eyes fire-red...
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OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, to find out what happens next, tune in to the next Chapter of: Ring Around the Simpsons!
I'm taking more votes. This time, on what to call my story. I don't rally like the title, Ring around the Simpsons, but its all I could come up with at the time, so if you could give me some suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it! What I'm going to do is take the names that are most in common and combine them to make one cool title. And I will give credit to all of those who contribut their all-important feed-back
I'm going to shut up now before an angry-mob-of-anti-ranters (man, I love dashes...) comes after me for talking too much.
BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Ashleigh AKA $T@R