The following day, Bart was picking up the phone yet again. This time, however, he had a witness to the silly call he was about to make.
"C'mon, Bart!" Lisa sighed. "Not again! This is the third day in a row you've been calling Moe!"
"Aww, lighten up, Lis!" Bart paid no attention to his little sister as he picked dialled the number. "Nothing wrong with having a laugh!"
Lisa rolled her eyes - even though deep down, she actually enjoyed the prank calls her big brother made to Moe's Tavern. She found them very amusing.
Bart held the receiver to his ear. He listened to the ringing of the bar telephone until it was picked up by the usual unsuspecting target of his hoax calls.
"Hello, Moe's Tavern!"
"Is there a monkey there?" Bart asked.
"A monkey?" Moe asked, bewildered. "This is a bar, sir, not a zoo. You must have the wrong number."
"No, there's definitely a monkey in your bar," Bart said. "First name, Butt."
"Oh, well in that case…" Moe held the receiver from his ear to call out to his customers. "Hey, I'm looking for a Butt Monkey!"
All of the customers stopped drinking to store at the barman.
"There's gotta be a Butt Monkey in here!" Moe shouted. "Can anybody see him!"
"I sure can!" Homer smirked as he pointed towards his gullible friend. "It's you, Moe!"
The whole pub filled with laughter, the loudest of all coming from Homer. He had no idea that the troublemakers behind the prank call Moe had fallen victim to were his own children.
"Oh, why, uh-" Angry at being punked yet again, Moe held the receiver to his ear, not recognising the female laughs which joined the male ones he could hear her again. "Listen, you little snot-face! When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna nail your head to a dartboard and hurl knives at you!"
Unfazed by the lethal threats Moe had made, Bart and Lisa fell to the kitchen floor, rolling around in helpless laughter.