The next day Homer was sitting on the couch with a mug in his lap. His hands were trembling as he took a drink.

"S-S-So cold."

He acted as if he was shivering when Bart walked by. Something he had said to him was just well crazy! He looked up at his wife who seemed concerned about her husband's state. "Homie! You're shaking! What happened?"

Homer's eyes followed Bart who had gone outside. He frowned glancing up at Marge. "We went wrong Marge. Somewhere along the lines the boy just snapped."

Marge was confused by his low voice. She had never seen Homer this upset except for when she forgot porkchop night. "Homer what are you talking about? We are raising him the best we can." Homer covered his eyes beginning to do one of his loud sobs. Marge still stared at him confused.

"You should go talk to him."

Homer sniffled wiping his tears away.

"That's the problem, talking to him. He told me I would pay for creating the little monster."

He was really starting to believe that was what he was. Marge was in shock at his response. She stood pacing the floor.

"Locking Lisa in the cupboard, holding a knife, Threatening you. This doesn't sound like my special little guy. I should call Dr. Hibbert."

She reached out for the phone but Homer swiped it away.

"No, Marge! He could be watching."

She groaned sadly. She wanted to help her son with his emotional issue.

"I am worried. We need to do something if not call Dr. Hibbert."

Homer was scared of the thought of speaking to Bart again.

"We could leave him at your sisters house forever."

Marge glared at Homer's selfish thought.

"Homer! We are not kicking Bart out of the house."

Homer was disappointed hanging his head.

"It was just a suggestion."

Lisa had come down the stairs after making sure her brother was out of view. She took her lunch and a kiss from her Mom.

"Bye Mom. "

She headed out the door.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Bart digging a hole in the garden. She carried on walking not wanting to know why or what he was burying. She stepped onto the bus about ready to jump when she noticed he was already in his seat. How did he do that so fast? She wondered passing by him. Bart stayed in his seat not making an attempt to talk to any of his school chums. Milhouse popped his head over his seat.

"Hey Bart. I left my asthma inhaler over at your house at the last sleepover we had. I'm going to need it after school."

Bart turned his head in his best friend's direction.

"Sure, Milhouse. Come to the backyard."

Lisa overhearing gasped in horror realizing what he meant. No. It was all in her head. Bart wouldn't kill somebody. That's his best friend after all. Even though she didn't like him in that way. She still liked him and didn't want Milhouse to suffer at the hands of her brother.

She turned with worry, she was sitting next to Ralph.

"My hand smells like cheese."

He smiled staring at it. Lisa raised her eyebrow tilting her head.

"Uh that's nice Ralph."

Milhouse blindly followed his command agreeing to meet him there. Bart had that the biggest smirk when Milhouse was back in his seat. Lisa needed to warn the innocent nerd before it was too late. Bart stabbed at his seat with a freshly sharpened pencil. He imagined the holes as his family's bloody wounds. The school bully Nelson leaned over from his seat.

"Hey Simpson nicely done."

He complimented. Bart digs into the seat placing the pencil deep inside.

"Thanks."

He could think of other things that were nicely done. By the time the day was over, they would wish Bart Simpson was not the prank master anymore.