As the bar telephone began to ring, Moe froze. His blood boiled as he angrily snapped the handle of the pint mug he was cleaning. He had a feeling he was receiving yet another prank call from that little punk who had been bothering him over the past few days.
About to find out if he was right, the hot-headed barman licked up the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Hello, Moe's Tavern?" he said in a low, ominous voice.
"Hey there! I wanna speak to-"
"YOU!" Moe burst out, recognising the caller's voice immediately. "I knew it would be you! The one who's always tryna' make me look stupid with your bogus calls! Well I'm one step ahead of ya this time, ya little clown!"
At the other end of the line, Bart snickered. He found it very ironic that Moe recognised his voice as the prank caller - but not as the son of Homer Simpson, who he frequently interacted with. The little hooligan certainly thought his victim was being very stupid right now.
"You think you're so clever, don't ya?" Moe snarled. "Making up all these dumb names for me to shout out to have everyone laughing at me - while you hide behind the safety of your phone! You clearly done have the guts to face me!"
"Are you kidding, man?" Bart asked, wanting to provoke Moe. "I'm ten feet tall with fists that can crush iron into dust! Meet me face-to-face so that I can beat yours up!"
"Oh, you wanna go?!" Ambition rose in Moe's tone. "Gimmie your address and I'll be straight over to deal with ya!"
Bart told him where to go."
"Alright! That settles it! I'm coming over to your place right now! Better say your final prayers before I get there, pal!"
Moe put the phone down and grabbed his shotgun from underneath the bar. He prepared to leave the tavern, pausing as he reached the door to look over at the one customer he had.
"I'll be back soon, Barney! I got some business to take care of! Don't drink all the booze while I'm gone!"
"What's that?" Barney slurred drunkenly as Moe left him all alone in the bar. "Drink all the booze while you're gone, Moe?! You've got it!"
Over at his house, Bart lowered the phone away from his ear. He knew at once that Moe was leaving his tavern to come for him - so as to take his sweet revenge for all the prank calls the young troublemaker had made to him.
"Oops…" Bart muttered. "I think I've made a big mistake…"
He most certainly had - for the number of the house he had told Moe where to find him had been a single digit out, thus he had given the vengeance-hungry barman not the Simpsons' address but the Flanders'…