Chapter Seven Part Two

Maggie and Moe were led out to the parking lot, the janitor jabbing his broom at their backs.

"Well, well, well. Here we are in your final resting place," said the waiter rather snottily.

"You're seriously gonna shoot a baby?!" asked Moe, disgusted.

"Of course I am! She knows too much!"

"Why'd ya do it, sissy?" asked Moe, trying to sound authoritative with a gun pointed at his face.

"First of all, my name is not sissy, you simpleton! Second of all, we did it out of revenge! That jerk used to spit in our soup, every time! So, we gave him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Do you mean to tell me you killed him because he spit in your lunch? Why didn't you just quit whining and stop eating the soup? I didn't graduate from high school, and that's obvious even to me."

"What the- I don't know! And besides, I'm a restaurateur; it's my job to be whiny!"

"Even so," retorted Moe, "you can't cover up murdering us, we'll be found, and the cops- probably ones from another county- are gonna connect it to you!"

"Oh, no they won't. The janitor here will clean the blood up, and none of my customers are going to hear the gunshots over the sound of their own puking." By this time, Maggie had grown tired of the highly clichéd conversation, reached into her diaper, and pulled out a gun, still wincing from the burns.

"Aaaaah! Baby with a gun!" shouted the janitor in terror.

"Quiet you, I'll bet it's not even loaded," said the rather annoyed owner.

"You're right," replied Moe calmly. "It's not. Yet." Maggie took off her bow and shook out three bullets into the gun and smiled slyly at them. The janitor let out a high-pitched scream and ran off. His accomplices quietly set down their guns and put their hands up. Just then, the police from another county rolled up and arrested the two and chased down the janitor. Chief Wiggum, clad in a rather frightening Hawaiian shirt, poked his head out of the restaurant, and then went back inside to go to the bathroom. Moe lifted Maggie onto the hood of the squad car and bandaged up her fingers. "All right, Mags. That was fun and all, but let's get you home for a nap." He had scarcely lifted her off when a police officer got a phone call. After a moment, he hung up and made his way to Maggie and Moe.

"We just got an emergency call from a nearby hospital," he paused a moment. "I think the two of you had better come with us."