"BARTHOLOMEW J. SIMPSON!" Yelled Marge hands on her hips. "You explain this RIGHT NOW!"

"Ooooh, she used your full name!" Grinned Homer, sipping on his beer. Catching his wives eye, Homer smiled sheepishly. "Ahh Marge, let the boy be, it wasn't like anybody was hurt. Besides, the big game's on!"

Just then Lisa burst into the house and raced into the kitchen. "The news is all over school!" She exclaimed, throwing her bag down onto her chair and practically skipping over to the rest of her famiy.

"What news? There's news? About what?" Demanded Marge, now just looking annoyed.

Lisa grinned. "First, Kearney,Jimbo and Dolph drag my brother into an alley to beat him up" Marges gasped. "Then he beat them all up! He was like a ninja!"

Marge, seemingly forgotton the whole "Fighting-is-for-losers" rule, hugged Bart and cried "oh,my special little guy!"

Lisa skipped out of the room, singing "they're calling him "ninja boy" now!"

Homer meanwhile, had a smile that stretched over his face. "Yeah" he hissed through his teeth, glaring at his son, who forced a smile back. "Like a ninja." Bart flinched slightly, then shrugged as if to say "I know, sorry."

A loud beeping noise came from upstairs. "Bart, you really have to learn how to set your alam clock" said Marg turning back to the stove.

Bart raced upstairs into his room. On his bedside, his Krusty clock was making a slight siren sound. Bart sighed and ran into his closet.

If anyone witnessed what happened next, they would probably think they were dreaming. A short boy wearing a black ninja suit but without the hood stood in the middle of the room. A single piece of ribbon like material was over his wore black boots and his entire face was painted purple, his hair black.

Homer came in and pointed to the window. "If this wasn't your first ever misson, I would kill you for wearing those clothes BEFORE you travel." Then he left he room.

Bart grabbed his skateboard and leapt out the window. Marge burst into his room. "I knew I forgo something, but I didn't know what until now. Bart Simpson, you are grounde- Oh..."

The second Bart hit the road, he pressed and almost invisible button underneath his skateboard. Instantly, a small rocket appeared under it. Twisting a dial, Bart put it up to 75MPH and crouched down.

In seconds he was in a field miles away from Springfield and as crouching in a barren desert. The sandy ground had some cracks in it, mostly from earthquakes, or that one tornado.

Bart reached into the biggest crack, anf felt around until he found a lever. Clicking it, he stood up and turned to a dead tree on a small hill.

The hill began to raise, until there was a small entrance just the right size for Bart to slip through. Bart slipped through and the hill lowered back to it's original size.

Bart was falling, that he knew. He closed his eyes, then took out his slingshot and a single circular pellet. He aimed at pure darkness and shot it.

The second the pellet hit solid wall, a sticky web appeared and attacthed itself to him. He hit the ground gently and looked around the Headquaters for The Legion Of Tricks.

A man in a green robe and hood stood in the middle of the dark grey room. "El Barto" He greeted his pupil, smiling slightly. "You ready for your first ever misson?"

Bart nodded,jumping from foot to foot. "I won't let you down sensei! So, whats the misson on?"

Sensei smiled and led Bart into a hidden room with a projector. He flicked a button on the projector and a face lit up the caves wall. Bart gasped.