Mr. Burns, disfigured by radioactive wasted, was stumbling towards Bart.

"Help me," he said in a distorted voice. Bart screamed in disgust. He wasn't sure why he was still able to feel disgust ― aren't robots supposed to be emotionless?

Bart regained consciousness. This time he really was awake and not just dreaming. He looked at his hands, relieved.

Marge ran in.

"Bart? I heard you screaming. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. I just had a bad dream."

"Did you watch a horror movie last night?"

"No," said Bart. He really didn't. RoboCop had one or two nightmarish moments, but it certainly wasn't a horror movie. Unless you had a phobia of robots or cops. Or both. But he now understood why it was rated R. "But I'll never watch an R rated movie again."

"Wait, what?"