Chapter Four
No sooner had their parents and sister left that Bart and Lisa heard a knock on the door. They looked out and saw two teenagers waiting on their doorstep. Just then the door swung open and the male, with long black hair and who was dressed like a rocker, strode in. Following him was the female, with considerably shorter light brown hair, in a more environmentally conscious outfit.
"What's up little man, I'm Brock. Hey, you wanna see my motorcycle?"
"Awesome!" cried Bart enthusiastically.
"Yeah, he's my brother," the girl said to Lisa with disgust.
"I feel your pain," responded Lisa in much the same tone.
"Hey, do you want to go on a midnight protest at the slaughterhouse?"
"Sure, but it's not midnight."
"That's okay; we'll just come in a little early. My name's Karen by the way," Karen said, and the two went outside to join the boys.
"This is so cool! Can we take it for a spin?" Bart was saying.
"Totally!" cried Brock.
"You're seriously going to take a ten year old on your motorcycle?!" asked Karen.
"Oh, and what might I ask are your plans tonight?" questioned Brock.
"Lisa and I are going to the slaughterhouse to protest," she returned. They glared at each other.
"Come on!" They each called to their charges and stormed off in opposite directions, Brock and Bart turning around and returning to the bike a moment later, realizing they had forgotten their ride.