THE NEXT DAY...
At the First Church of Springfield, the organ played "American Idiot", while the message board read "Thou Shalt Turn Off Thy Cell Phone".
"For the latest rock band to die in our town Lord, hear our prayer." Reverend Lovejoy soon told the group in front of him.
"Lord, hear our prayer." The group sitting down repeated before they got ready to pray.
However, outside, The Simpson family could be heard arriving at church, but they were late this week.
"I hate being late." Marge complained.
"Well, I hate going," Homer retorted. "Why can't I worship the Lord in my own way, by praying like Hell on my deathbed?
"Mr. Simpson, they can hear you inside." Zofia warned as she and her family were going as well.
"Relax. Those pious morons are too busy talking to their phony-baloney God." Homer scoffed.
Soon, The Simpson and Schwartz family came in until they saw the rest of the church visitors staring at them and the two families soon went inside to sit down.
"How you doing? Peace be with you. Praise Jebus." Homer whispered nervously to the angry stares.
They soon found Homer's father and the children's grandfather, Abe Simpson, sitting down and sleeping due to being a senior citizen. Bart had his eyes closed and his head bowed briefly before he took out a video game known as "Baby Blast" and played on it until Maggie took the game card and decided to confiscate it.
"I don't see why we had to go along too," Cherry said to Marge. "No offense, but I haven't been in a church since I was 10."
"I thought it would be good for you and your family to join us since you're our guests." Marge defended.
"Well, I guess." shrugged Lionel as he tugged angrily at his suit.
"Today, I'm going to try something different," said Reverend Lovejoy. "I'm going to call on one of YOU!"
Everyone screamed and ducked down in their seats.
"Now, the word of God dwells within everyone," explained the Reverend. "I want you to let that word out!"
Cherry soon began to fall asleep with her eyes open during the service.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Ned piped up as he raised his hand happily.
Reverend Lovejoy sighed sharply, sounding exhausted already. "What is it, Ned?" he then asked.
"The good Lord is telling me to confess to something." Ned informed as he stood up from his seat.
"Gay, gay, gay, gay." Homer whispered as he crossed his fingers hopefully.
"An immodest sense of pride in our community." Ned soon said.
"Somebody else?" Reverend Lovejoy then asked the other church-goers in annoyance. "Let the Lord's light shine upon you. Feel the spirit. Let it out!" he then said as Abe was sleeping until the sun hit his head suddenly and he slowly stood up out of his seat as the sun followed his movements.
"Horrible, horrible things are going to happen!" Grampa soon cried out suddenly, starting to act weird. "And they're gonna happen to you! And you! And you! And YOU!" he then pointed at various others and right at Marge.
Marge gasped as that concerned her before Comic Book Guy soon took out his cell phone to film the old man.
"Whoa, Nelly!" Grampa cried out before he hit the floor and still spiraled out of insanity. "People of Springfield, heed this warning: Twisted tail! A thousand eyes! Trapped forever!"
"This is sounding concerning." Zofia remarked quietly.
Grampa immediately began spinning and jogging in circles, while whooping like Curly of the Three Stooges.
"Dad, do something!" Lisa exclaimed.
Homer grabbed a bible and flipped through it. "This book doesn't have any answers!" he shouted.
"Beware! Beware! Time is short!" Grampa shrieked while leaping to his feet. "Epa! Epa! Eeeeee-paaaaaaa!"
"Well, at least this was interesting." Lionel stated as Grampa fell to the floor again
"What could he be talking about though?" Cherry wondered.
"We'll probably find out soon." LJ predicted.
"Believe me! Believe me!" Grampa cried out and babbled before The Simpson family soon rolled him up in a rug and began to literally drag him out of church so that they would have an excuse to leave. "Thanks for listening." he then added cheerfully on the way to the car.
"Is church over then, Mother?" Zofia asked quietly, tugging on her mother's ebony dress.
"Let's just say yes, sweetie, and go out and get something to eat since we're associated with The Simpsons right now," Cherry suggested quietly before she spoke up aloud to the other people in the church. "Uh, we're associated with The Simpson family, so we better go and leave too to check on Lincoln-"
"Abraham." Zofia corrected.
"Abraham... Just to see if he's okay." Cherry then continued after correcting herself as she scooped up David suddenly.
David babbled something as he was carried off, and the Schwartz family was soon in the car with the Simpsons.
"Okay, who wants waffles?" asked Homer.
"I do, I do, I do!" exclaimed Bart, Lisa and Grampa.
"Wait a minute. What about Grampa?" asked Marge.
"I want syrup!" said Bart.
"I want strawberries!" chirped Lisa.
But waffles were the last thing on Marge's mind. "Something happened to that man." she murmured.
"I'll tell you what happened to him. A certain someone had a 'senior moment'," Homer replied as he kissed his father on the wrinkly forehead. "But that's okay, because we love him and we got a free rug out of it!"
"What is the point of going to church every Sunday when if someone we love has a genuine religious experience, we ignore it?" asked Marge. "Right, Grampa?"
"I want bananas on my waffles!" smiled Grampa.
Soon, the two families pulled up in front of a Waffle Hut to get some breakfast.
"I'm not dropping this." Marge glared as she got out of the car and slammed the door before the others followed her.
Grampa was left, still in the rug and holed up inside. "Wait a minute! I'm still in the car!" he then cried out to his family.
"Homer, you can't just leave your father in there." Cherry told the Simpsons patriarch.
"Oh, right." Homer replied as he came back, rolled down the window a crack, then left again.
Cherry rolled her eyes at the sight of that.
LATER THAT DAY...
Homer looked over a chore list he had. "Take out hornets' nest..." he read, before taking a broom and knocking the nest from the tree... Then put it into the Flanders' mailbox.
The hornets buzzed in a frenzy after the mailbox was then shaken up.
"Check. Fix sinkhole," Homer then said as he checked that item off his list before going to the garden to see the sucking sinkhole until he put the sandbox over it, but the sucking still happened before he soon picked up both David and Maggie to put them over the sinkhole and soon Maggie sucked into it, but not fully. "Check."
Maggie sucked her pacifier curiously as she sat with David.
"Check. Re-shingle roof?" Homer then said before looking at his chores list again.
Bart and LJ were hanging out in the former's bedroom while Lisa and Zofia got ready to do something else away from home.
"Boy, you gotta help me re-shingle the roof." Homer told Bart as he walked in on the two.
"Aw, what?" groaned Bart. "Ugh... Fine, I guess."
LJ chuckled a little bit.
"You too." Homer then decided.
"What?! ...Ugh," LJ groaned before Bart smirked a little. "Shut up." he then told Bart.
Soon, all three were up on the roof together.
"Steady. Steady..." Homer said as he got the nail in place and got his hammer ready, looking like he was about to hammer his own thumb... Only for the hammer to somehow get lodged into his eye.
Bart then started to laugh at that while Homer screamed out in pain until he got the hammer out.
"Why you little!" Homer glared at his son before strangling him suddenly. "I'll teach you to laugh at something that's funny!"
"...That's kinda messed up," LJ winced.
"Ah, we do this all the time," Bart shrugged. "Ever since I was a baby."
"...Okay, I have no words to describe that." LJ responded, bewildered.
Bart looked like he was about to retort to that until he decided to suggest something to do. "You know, we are on the roof. We could have some fun." he then suggested for the three of them.
"What kind of fun?" LJ asked suspiciously.
"How about a dare contest?" Bart suggested.
"That sounds fun," Homer replied. "I dare you to climb the TV antenna!" he then told his son.
Bart then instantly climbed up to the antenna. "Piece of cake." he then smirked.
"Earthquake!" Homer called out before shaking the TV antenna so Bart fell down and hung on the drainpipe until he decided to shake that next. "Aftershock!" he then added.
Ned soon came out his window, looking concerned at what was going on next door. "Homer, I don't mean to be a Nervous Pervis but if he falls, couldn't that make your boy a paraplege-arino?" he then asked out of worry.
"Shut up, Flanders." Homer glared at his neighbor.
"Yeah, shut up, Flanders." Bart added as he also glared.
"Well said, boy." Homer said before he and Bart soon high-fived each other.
"And how about you?" Ned then asked LJ. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine, sir," LJ responded coolly.
"Steady... Steady..." Homer said as he lifted the hammer over the shingles, before he fell right through the roof, making Bart laugh his head off.
LJ had a bit of a distant gaze on his face while Bart and Homer had their father/son fun together. Grampa, who read a magazine in the living room, looked completely unfazed by what just happened.
Meanwhile, Lisa and Zofia did their own thing in the neighborhood while trying to get people to help out about what happened at the concert last night.
"Hello. Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but we're sure you're as worried about the pollution in Lake Springfield as we are-" Lisa began to say to one neighbor.
SLAM!
Soon, the girls ran down the block and went to the next house.
"Lake Springfield has higher levels of mercury than ev-" Zofia soon tried to say at the next house only to have the same reaction.
SLAM! The girls then went to yet another house and the woman there looked more open and friendly... At first.
"Why, it's the little girl who saved my cat~" The woman cooed at the two girls.
"Lake Springfield-" Zofia and Lisa tried together only for the door to slam in their faces one more time.
Martin Prince and his parents tried to hide while Bumblebee Man, his dog did the same, and even The Sea Captain drove away with his houseboat while the girls were left both rejected and dejected.
"Come on over, Lisa," said Milhouse. "You can canvass me as long as you want~"
Lisa rolled her eyes. "Milhouse, you don't care about the environment," she replied.
"Hey! I am very passionate about the planet!" Milhouse insisted, before Nelson grabbed him.
"SAY GLOBAL WARMING IS A MYTH!" The bully demanded.
"It's a myth! Further study is required!" whimpered Milhouse, before he was punched.
"THAT'S for selling out your beliefs!" Nelson snapped.
Zofia winced as that looked really painful and she couldn't help but feel bad for Milhouse right away.
"Oh, poor Milhouse." Lisa frowned as she knelt down and began to console Milhouse.
"Dream coming true..." Milhouse smirked to himself from the ground.
"Are you aware that a leaky faucet can waste over-" A new voice began to ask only to get the door slammed in their face.
"2,000 gallons a year?" Lisa finished for the mysterious voice, dropping Milhouse's head on the sidewalk suddenly, causing the boy even more pain than necessary.
"And turning off lights can save-" The voice continued before showing to be a young redheaded boy with an accent.
"Enough energy to power Pittsburgh." Lisa finished for him as she approached him while the neighbors tried to avoid both of the youngsters.
"And if we kept our thermostats at 68° in winter-" The boy soon added with a hopeful smile.
"We'd be free from our dependency on foreign oil in 17 years!" Lisa finished as she smiled back.
"I'm Colin." The redheaded boy then introduced himself as Zofia approached Milhouse.
"You okay?" Zofia asked Milhouse.
"Ah, I'll be fine," Milhouse scoffed and shrugged. "Lisa's just playing hard to get like she always does."
"Mm-hmm..." Zofia replied, though she sounded doubtful.
"I haven't seen you at school." Lisa said to Colin before fanning herself in excitement.
"Moved from Ireland," Colin explained. "My dad's a musician."
"Is he...?" Lisa began to ask.
"He's not Bono." Colin interrupted as he knew exactly what she was going to say.
"I just thought, because you're Irish and-" Lisa explained innocently.
"He's not Bono." Colin repeated himself firmly.
"Do you play?" Lisa then asked to change the subject.
"Just piano, guitar, trumpet, drums, and bass." Colin listed casually.
'He's pure gold. For once in your life. be cool.' Lisa soon thought to herself in anticipation.
"So is your name as pretty as your face?" Colin asked with a small smile.
Lisa grinned before she started to laugh hysterically and then passed out on the sidewalk suddenly.
"You okay there?" Colin asked gently.
Lisa responded by unintelligibly babbling.
"Still think that Lisa is playing hard to get?" Zofia asked the blue-haired boy.
"I... I might still have a chance with Lisa..." Milhouse said, trying to stay strong though he found it hard to. "Sh-She's just trying to use that Irish bug to make me jealous... And... And..."
"And you don't really believe that and you're just deluding yourself." Zofia soon said.
"...Yeah. You're right..." Milhouse sighed in defeat as he slumped down. "I wish there was a girl around this town who could understand how I feel."
"You'll find the right girl," Zofia replied. "The important thing is that you can't dwell and cling onto Lisa forever no matter how much you really like her like her deep down." she then advised as maturely as she could.
"I guess that does make sense," Milhouse admitted. "I mean... For a while, I did have a girlfriend, but then her dad sent her away to an all-girls school cuz he didn't want her kissing boys."
"I think I heard about that girl..." Zofia said thoughtfully. "...Sam something, right?"
"Samantha Stankey." Milhouse remarked.
"Ah, right. That was it," Zofia nodded. "Well, maybe she'll turn up again after a while?"
"I kinda doubt it," Milhouse sighed. "Feels like it's been over 30 years since I last saw her, so I dunno if I'll ever see her again honestly."
"Oh, you don't know that. Life has a funny way of working out sometimes." Zofia then said to try to help cheer him up.
"I guess... usually works out bad for me." Milhouse responded.
"How about we try to stay positive?" Zofia suggested.
"Okay, I'm positive that no matter what, things will go bad for me." Milhouse then said.
"This could be a challenge..." Zofia remarked thoughtfully.
The brown-haired girl soon poked her head out as Zofia and Milhouse talked as she continued to be mysterious.
Meanwhile, Bart was firing a BB gun at Homer, who was wearing a backpack full of bricks as part of the dare contest.
"Oh! Why did I suggest this...?!" Homer grunted as Bart kept shooting at him.
"Oh, brother..." LJ muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes.
Bart continued to shoot as much as he could until they all soon heard the dinging of a timer which meant that it was time for him to stop shooting his father.
"All right, boy, time for the ultimate dare," Homer told his son as he dropped the backpack and bricks down to the ground. "I dare you to skateboard to Krusty Burger and back..." he then started to say.
Bart then picked up his skateboard, about to ride off.
"Naked~" Homer then finished his dare.
"How naked?" Bart asked.
"Fourth base." Homer smirked.
"But girls might see my doodle." Bart protested.
"Oh, I see. Then I hereby declare you chicken for life," Homer smirked and teased Bart in reply to that. "Every morning, you'll wake up to 'Good morning, Chicken'. At your wedding, I'll sing..." he then started to say before clucking "Here Comes the Bride".
Soon, Bart got on his skateboard after taking off all of his clothes, and took off into town to do the dare.
"Buck...?" Homer then stopped clucking in a questioning way as Bart took off.
"This can only lead to chaos." sighed LJ as Bart was streaking through town, passing by several Springfield citizens.
"I like men now." said Ralph Wiggum in his usual dead-eyed manner.
Bart continued to skate around as it caused quite a stir and worry to the townspeople.
"Don't look where I'm pointing!" Agnes Skinner cried out as she pointed toward Bart while the people around her also spotted Bart, though various items would later conceal his private area.
Jimbo and Dolph were shown to be sharing cigarettes together as Bart skated by them until they saw what was going on. Two kids played catch with a ball as Otto tossed a Frisbee and Bart skated through a row of flowers and a remote control car followed him to conceal his bathing suit area, Groundskeeper Willie shoveling dirt into his wheelbarrow, a sprinkler squirting water all over the place, a flying bird flew by, and a kid blowing bubbles, and a bunch of dandelions before he skated through a hedge and a fence. In the gap of the hedge, his junk could be shown until a leaf flew off and censored him as he continued to skate down to Krusty Burger and as LJ predicted, the police spotted him and followed him down the street.
"Stop in the name of American squeamishness!" Chief Wiggum announced over his loudspeaker in the police cruiser.
Lou soon took out a gun and shot one of the wheels on Bart's skateboard and losing control, Bart was caught in a swerve before tumbling through traffic as Hans Moleman and Miss Hoover drove by and spotted a naked Bart flying in the air.
"Boys, before we eat, don't forget to thank the Lord for this bountiful-" Ned began to tell his two sons as he brought out a french fry while the boys went into a prayer position.
Bart then suddenly flew onto the window right next to them.
"Penis!" Ned then finished out of fear.
"Bountiful penis." Rod and Todd said together.
"Amen." Todd added.
LJ snickered at that, while the cops came and scraped Bart off of the window with squeegee brushes.
"Listen, kid, nobody likes wearing clothes in public, but, you know, it's the law." Lou said to Bart as he and Eddie tried to pluck Bart off of the window.
Soon, Bart popped right off the window and was then handcuffed to a light pole.
"Lunchtime!" Chief Wiggum soon told Eddie and Lou before opening Krusty Burger's door for them.
"You can't just leave me out here." Bart said in misfortune.
"Don't worry, we found a friend for you to play with." Lou told Bart before bringing out Nelson in front of Bart.
"Haw haw! Haw haw! Haw haw!" Nelson soon pointed and laughed his trademark laugh at Bart.
"Bet you can't do that all day." LJ told Nelson.
"Challenge accepted," Nelson smirked. "I get your stuff if I win~"
"Yeah, forget it," LJ responded. "I know a sucker's bet when I see one."
"No takebacks." Nelson retorted before he went back to laughing at Bart.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER...
Nelson was still pointing and laughing, only now he had a sore throat from having pointed and laughed for most of the day. "Haw-haw... Haw-haw..." he wheezed before his mother came over.
"Nelson, honey, where have ya been?" Mrs. Muntz asked, before she started pointing and laughing at Bart. "Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!"
Homer soon pulled up to Krusty Burger in his car.
"Dad!" Bart smiled in relief.
"What seems to be the problem, officers?" Homer soon asked.
"Tell him you dared me to do it." Bart urged his father.
"If that's true, then you should be taking the rap here, not your son." Chief Wiggum added as Bart smiled hopefully.
Homer then slowly got out of his car. "And what happens to me if it's my fault?" he then asked.
"You'll have to attend a one-hour parenting class." Chief Wiggum replied.
"It was all his idea! He's out of control, I tell you!" Homer then blamed Bart instantly before he began to pretend to cry. "I'm at my wits' end. It's so..."
Bart began to look a little hurt before the cops soon uncuffed him.
"See you in court, kid." Chief Wiggum said as he left with Lou and Eddie.
"...That was low." LJ muttered, glowering at this.
"Okay, son, let's get some lunch." said Homer as everyone else dispersed.
"Did you at least bring my clothes?" asked Bart.
Homer gave him his shirt and socks. "Shirt, socks, everything you need!" he declared.
Bart noticed something missing. "You didn't bring my pants!" he pointed out.
Homer scoffed. "Who am I, Tommy Bahama?" he retorted.
"This is the worst day of my life." said Bart, covering himself with the shirt.
"Worst day of your life SO FAR." Homer clarified, as if that made things any better.
"Whoa, dude..." LJ said to Bart.
"You gonna rub it in?" Bart scoffed as he tried to cover himself with his shirt. "I bet your dad would never do something so stupid and careless like this."
"Well, you'd win that bet," LJ responded. "But no, I didn't come to rub anything in. Let's get you a towel, and if we're lucky, some pants. Besides, we're friends, ain't we? Gotta look out for each other."
"Yeah... You're really cool, I wanna like ya too," Bart nodded. "I guess I am kinda hungry after what I just went through."
"C'mon," LJ said as he put a towel around Bart's waist. "Let's get you some food."
As the both of them walked in, Ned waved to them. "Say, Bart?" he asked.
"What do you want, Flanders?" replied Bart.
"If you need pants, I carry an extra pair," stated the mustached man as he handed Bart a spare pair of pants. "You know how boys are, always praying through the knees."
Bart accepted the pants, confused. "Why are you helping me? I'm not your kid." he responded.
"We're neighbors," smiled Ned. "I'm sure your father would do the same for my boys."
Homer reached over and stole some french fries off of Flanders's tray.
"...Suuuuure." LJ responded dryly.
"Just know that the offer is on the table and I can even help you too if you want." Ned said to LJ.
"I have a pretty decent relationship with my dad, but thanks." LJ shrugged in response.
"Well, suit yourselves," Ned then said. "You better get some food too."
Soon, LJ and Bart went to join Homer at the table as he was noisily eating a burger while Bart began to look angry and annoyed.
"Hey, what's with you?" Homer asked Bart, accidentally spitting on his son.
"You really wanna know?" Bart glared as he wiped the mess off of his face.
"Of course I do. What kind of a father wouldn't care about-" Homer said softly before he suddenly saw a pig wearing a chef hat which excited him more than his own son. "A pig wearing a hat!"
Krusty was shown, getting ready for a commercial as he held a burger, standing next to the pig in the chef hat.
"Action!" The director called out as they started to film the clown and pig.
"Hey, hey! It's your old pal Krusty, with my new pork sandwich, The Klogger," Krusty grinned as he showed the very rich, juicy, and very unhealthy looking sandwich. "If you can find a greasier sandwich, you're in Mexico!" he then laughed his goofy laugh before munching on the hamburger. "Mm!"
"And we're clear." The director then said.
Krusty soon quickly spit out the burger and looked annoyed. "Perfect. Cut, print, kill the pig." he then said.
Someone soon raised a knife at the pig, causing it to squeal out of fright.
"What...?! You can't kill him if he's wearing people clothes!" Homer protested.
The pig soon squealed and ran off toward Homer, looking up at the balding man like a lost puppy.
Homer looked down at the pig before imagining his life with the pig. "You're coming home with me." he then smiled as he petted the pig happily.
"Father of the Year?" Bart then snarked to LJ.
"Sure, the award goes to someone else." LJ replied with an equal amount of snark.
"Hmph." Bart rolled his eyes.
Homer soon decided to let the pig sit right next to him while the boys would sit across.
Later in The Simpsons kitchen, Marge was putting worded magnets on the fridge after listening to what Grampa had said in church from Comic Book Guy's recording and decided to take notes while David and Maggie took turns playing "Baby Blast" on Bart's handheld console.
"A thousand eyes... That has to mean something..." Cherry said thoughtfully as she sat with Marge.
Grampa looked thoughtful and curious. "Hmm... I'm pretty sure a thousand is a number." he then said.
"Thanks, Einstein." Cherry rolled her eyes.
"You're welcome!" Grampa smiled.
"Hey, Marge! Isn't it great being married to someone who's recklessly impulsive?" Homer smiled as he poked his head into the kitchen.
"Actually, it's aged me horribly." Marge clarified.
"Then say hello to the newest Simpson!" Homer then announced as he brought the pig into the kitchen.
Marge gasped at the sight of the pig's curly and twisted tail before looking at two magnets on the fridge that had those very words. "Homer!" she then cried out.
Homer and the pig were then eating a carrot together.
"I believe what happened in church was a warning about precisely this," Marge warned her husband. "Please, get rid of that pig."
"I don't know how much trouble a pig could be, but I think you should too," Cherry suggested. "Maybe give him to a good home... Or turn him into bacon... I dunno, just get him out of this house."
"Ah! I would never!" Homer retorted, clutching the pig protectively to his chest. "Besides, Marge, he does a great impression of you!"
He tugged the pig's tail, and it let out a long, braying cry.
Homer burst out laughing. "He totally nailed you!" he exclaimed, much to Marge's annoyance. "...He also does me." he then said, squeezing the pig's gut and making him burp.
Marge giggled a little.
"She smiled! I'm off the hook~" Homer pointed out.
"Logic..." Cherry rolled her eyes.
"I just have a very bad feeling about going to church today." Marge said to her.
"I never liked church," Cherry shrugged. "Maybe there's something else going on."
"Hmm..." Marge hummed before she stepped away.
"Maybe I'll take a look into some magical books... I doubt anything supernatural happens around here, but it probably couldn't hurt," Cherry wondered to herself before she looked around. "Right...?"
David and Maggie just looked at her.
"Aw, why am I asking you?" Cherry cooed and gently patted them on their heads. "You're just li'l babies... What do you know 'bout adventures, huh? Babies don't have adventures~" she then turned away and left the kitchen, leaving the two alone together.
David gave a mildly annoyed sniff in response.
Soon, Homer was up in Bart's bedroom, brushing the pig's hair into several different hairstyles. "You have so many looks," he gushed, before picking up the pig and cradling it like a baby.
Outside, from a tree branch, Bart watched through the window, feeling jealous... Not to mention, unloved. Bad enough Dad was coddling the pig, but he acted more like a parent towards it than he ever did to him! Ned was soon shown to be putting Rod and Todd in bed for the night from next door. Bart glanced over to see what it was like to have Ned Flanders for a father and it was rather surprising to him. The two boys were tucked into bed, kissed good night, then their doting father picked up their snack tray before vacuuming crumbs off of Rod's bed before striding off and turning off the lights for them.
"Hmm... So that's what snug is." Bart said thoughtfully as he watched how much of a better father Ned was to his children than Homer was to him.
"Who's a good pig?~" Homer's voice was then heard before Bart looked into the window to see that his father was giving the pig Jelly Bellies while holding onto the pig comfortingly. "Who's a good pig?~"
Bart glared as he decided he had enough before he brought out his slingshot to aim right at Homer only to stop after he heard a voice.
"Rough day, huh, son?" Ned asked from the window.
"You don't know what rough is, sister." Bart scoffed in response.
"Bart, you know, whenever my boys bake up a batch of frownies I take them fishing," Ned advised. "Does your dad ever take you fishing?"
Bart soon thought back to when he was once fishing with Homer which involved using a bug zapper to help catch the fish despite protests. "I think fishing might be more fun with you." he then said to his neighbor.
"Oh, great. Now, how 'bout I fix you some cocoa?" Ned smiled warmly.
"No way. Cocoa's for wusses." Bart scoffed again.
"Well, sir, if you change your mind, it's on the windowsill." Ned replied, putting a mug on the windowsill, then sprayed some whipped cream on it, then garnished it with biscotti, grated fresh chocolate on top, added more whipped cream to the to, and added a marshmallow and blew on it with a kitchen torch before leaving for the night.
Bart then inched over from his tree branch, then snatched the hot cocoa like a timid animal before running down to the yard and trying a sip. "Oh, my God~" he then gushed at the taste before seeing LJ. "Hey, LJ... Uh... What do you and your dad do for fun?" he then asked curiously.
"Well, sometimes we watch cartoons together," LJ responded. "My dad loves watching cartoons. And sometimes we play with my action figures."
"Oh... That... That sounds actually kinda cool." Bart commented before he sipped more cocoa.
"Is that hot cocoa?" LJ asked.
"No!" Bart glared before hiding the mug behind his back suddenly.
"Looks like it," said LJ. "Smells like it, too."
Bart narrowed his eyes. "...Okay, it's cocoa," he then confessed. "Flanders made it for me... I have no idea why, but I swear I didn't steal this."
"I trust you." replied LJ calmly.
"Cool," Bart nodded before he sipped some hot cocoa and sighed. "Ah... So, I think I'll be going fishing with Flanders unlike the last time I went fishing with Homer." he then told LJ.
"Well, I hope that goes well," replied LJ. "And hopefully you have a better time."
"I really hope so." Bart nodded.
