Hey guys! Here's a little one-shot I wrote, based on an incident that happened many years ago while playing the legendary game, The Simpsons - Road Rage. Remembered it out of nowhere and decided to turn it into a story. Hope you like. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons.

"C'MON! WHY WON'T YA START, YA BASTARD TRACTOR?"

No matter how much abuse Groundskeeper Willie angrily screamed and shouted at his tractor, he could not get it to come to life. The hotheaded Scotsman turned the ignition key for the umpteenth time. It was no use. His tractor was well and truly dead.

Willie groaned in dismay and thumped his fist on the steering wheel. Why did Principle Skinner have to send him out to run some errands on this awful wet day? That lousy head of Springfield Elementary should have known his tractor would break down on the way back to the school. He gritted his teeth as the rain lashed down on his bald head. All Willie wanted to do was get out of this storm and go back to his shack.

"Well then, there's nothing else for it!" Willie jumped down from the driver's seat and turned to face the road. "I'll just have to hitchhike my way back!"

There were several cars and vehicles making their way along the wet road. Their tyres splashing through the puddles. Standing where the drivers could get a good view of him, Willie stuck his thumb out in an attempt to get one of them to stop and pick him up.

"Hello!" Willie called out, trying to be heard over the noise of the rain and the traffic. "Someone? Can any one of you find laddies or lassies help a poor wee Scotsman get home? Anybody?"

If any of the drivers heard Willie, they chose to ignore him. They drove straight past him without slowing down to stop and offer him a ride. One of the cars even drove harshly through a puddle, sending muddy cold water splashing all over the groundskeeper.

"ARGH!" Willie roared angrily. "WHASSA MATTER WITH YA ALL? WHAT'VE YA GOT AGAINST SCOTSMEN, YA BASTARDS?"

At that moment, the screeching of tyres could be heard right beside Willie. He looked around to find in surprise that a large truck had pulled up beside him. It had a purple cab with a snowplow attached to the front. On the side of the driver's door was an emblem shaped like a crown with two words painted inside it.

PLOW KING

Sitting in the driver's seat, his head sticking out of the window with a broad friendly smile, was Barney.

"Hey! Do you need a ride, little buddy?"

"Oh, that I do!" Willie exclaimed with relief. "I need to get to the school, man!"

"Sure thing! I can get you there! Hope right in!"

Wasting no time, Willie climbed through the door of the passenger seat. He was glad to be out of the pounding rain - until he sat down inside the truck, noticing there was a foul smell inside the cabin.

"Ugh! What's that horrible stink!"

"Sorry, pal! I still need to clean from all the time's I've puke in here!"

Barney's reply was followed by a loud belch. It was then that Willie realised that the inside of the cabin was overflowing with empty scrunched up Duff cans. His eyes widened at the sight of them, realising where the alcoholic beverage that had been inside them had gone.

"Hey! You would nae be drunk, would ya, pal?"

"Me? Drunk? Whatever gave you there idea?" Barney smiled unconvincing. "Buckle up."

Before Willie could any anything more, Barney released the hand brake and slammed his foot down on the gas peddle. The Plow King rocketed away, it's tyres screeching and splashing through puddles.

Willie cried as he was thrown upwards in his seat. His eyes widened as they stared out through the windshield - through which he could see the truck smashing its way through obstacles. The plow at the front was knocking aside everything its path from streetlights and roadside signs - to other vehicles on the road.

"CALM DOWN, YA CRAZY LOON!" Willie roared to Barney. "YA TRYNA GET US ARRESTED OR SOMETHING?!"

"Nah, man! Just trying to get you to the school!" Barney smiled, oblivious to the chaos he was causing on the road. "You'll be there in no time!"

Willie gulped. He was regretting accepting a ride from this alcoholic lunatic. All he wanted to do was get back to the safety of his shack - if the cops didn't pull Barney over and haul the two of them off to jail.

Springfield Elementary loomed ahead. It was clearly visible through the windshield. It's yellow walls helped it stand out against the grey atmosphere of the rainy day.

"There's the school!" Willie cried, eager to get out of the Plow King and into his shack. "Alright, laddie, ya can drop me off here!"

Barney didn't slow down. He didn't show any signs of hearing Willie. He just drove straight on towards the school.

"Hey!" Willie cried, quickly realising something was amiss. "What ya doing?"

Barney pushed down on the gas pedal. The Plow King picked up speed as it raced towards the school.

Realising what this nutcase of a driver was about to do, Willie screamed in terror.

The Plow King burst through the school's front doors before driving down the narrow corridor. Everything in the large truck's path was swept aside as the snowplow knocked away everything in its path, causing a lot of destruction.

"STOP, YA MAD MAN!" Willie hollered. "YOU'RE GONNA GET US KILLED!"

Barney didn't respond. He just kept driving his truck through the school building, busting classroom walls and destroying up anything that stood in its path. Staff and pupils yelled and screamed as they leapt out of the Plow King's way. The majority of them were staggered by the enormous vehicle crashing through the school - while a handful of the children thought it was cool.

"Cowabunga, dude!" Bart exclaimed.

Finally, the Plow King smashed its way through the back doors of the building. It roared along the school playground as its large tyres cut up the turf on the wet ground - as it headed towards something which made Willie's panic instantly double.

"STOP, YA FOOL!" he desperately shouted to Barney. "STOOOOOOOP!"

There was one final crash - as the Plow King crashed straight into Willie's shack. The Groundskeeper's home was shattered into pieces as it was struck by the truck's large plow. Bits of cracked and splintered wood flew everywhere. The Scotsman's beloved home was now just a wrecked pile of ruin.

At last, Barney brought the truck to a stop. He turned with a smile towards his passenger - oblivious to how he had just destroyed his house.

"There ya go, buddy," he said cheerfully. "Safe and sound!"

With his jaw gaping and his eyes wide with shock, Willie threw himself out of the truck. He dropped to his knees at the spot where his shack had just been - now nothing more than a pile of broken wood.

"Me shack!" he cried. "What've ya done to me shack?!"

"Oh wow! This was your shack?!" Barney peered from the cabin down towards the pile of wood that had just been Willie's residence a moment ago. "Guess it must've been wrecked in the storm. Hope ya can fix it, pal."

Willie slowly turned towards the drunk moron who had taken him for a hell of a ride and destroyed his house. His face was turning as red and fiery as his beard.

"You… You… You…"

"You're welcome!" Barney smiled and waved. "Now I must be going! I'm off to drink at Moe's Tavern!"

Before Willie could make a move and strangle Barney for what he did to his home, the alcoholic truck driver pressed his foot on the gas pedal. The Plow King raced at high speed off the school grounds, smashing the playground equipment along the way as it disappeared out of sight.

Now left all on his own, Willie looked around at the remains of his shack. He clenched his fists in dismay over all that had happened on this rotten day.

His tractor had broken down. His shack had been destroyed. How could things get any worse?

"Willie!"

Hearing a voice he detested so highly call his name, Willie gritted his teeth as he looked towards the school building - to find that standing in what was left of the back door exit was Principal Skinner.

"Some crazy moron just drove a huge truck through the school," Skinner said. "I don't know who it was or where he went, but I'm gonna need to clean up this mess he made."

Skinner retreated back into the school - neglecting to notice the state his groundskeeper was in. The wet rainy atmosphere was suddenly filled with the sound of Scottish cursing. Willie threw himself onto the ground where he banged his fist in all his frustration as he went into a total breakdown over all he had unfairly gone through that day.

Hope you enjoyed this story. As I explained above, it was based on a time while I was playing The Simpsons - Road Rage, which I played a lot back in the day! While playing as Barney, I drove the Plow King through Springfield Elementary School - and destroyed Willie's shack! If I'm not mistaken, I had Willie as my passenger, so I often wondered what it would be like if that happened in an episode of the show! Upon remembering that incident after all these years, I decided to write it into a story! XD

Thanks for reading! :)