Bart stopped over by the gate, watching Milhouse. He needed precise accuracy if he was going to knock him off his feet. Once, he neared the gate, Bart unhinged the tip walking him to the center of the yard.

"I think your lace came undone." Bart said after unloosening the string. Milhouse picked up his foot to check. When a sharp object came near him, he thrusted himself backwards drawing back his leg, frowning at Bart.

"You should really be careful with those hedge clippers. One of us could get a boo boo."

Bart snipped at the air raising a fearsome eyebrow. He stepped on the other boy's foot. Milhouse hopped on it, holding the sole of his shoe.

"Boo Boo hoo get it?" Bart asked snipping close to his neck.
Milhouse glared. "Well, if you didn't want me over, you could of just told me."
He turns coming face to face with Bart. He had appeared in his path fast, like a bullet breaking the skin. Milhouse glaned off into another direction.

"You are kind of freaking me out right now Bart."

Bart was soundless kicking him to the ground. Milhouse aimed to punch his crotch, but received another kick becoming winded. He was panting. He felt around on the ground for his glasses that had flung off. He squinted, reaching up, grabbing the closet thing for support, which happened to be Bart's shirt. He panted seeing a blurred face. Bart forced him back onto the ground. His foot implanted on the weak boy's stomach. All Milhouse could do was pant. He screamed feeling something poke into his leg. Shortly after, a blast of spray was shot towards Bart. He slammed back with a force against the solid house. Milhouse was crying holding his leg. The pain burned. He continued to search for his glasses, feeling at a pair of shoes. He looked up, with a happy smile. It wasn't Bart! It was his sister Lisa Simpson. Sniffling, and at the same time, smiling he thanked her.

Lisa reached out a hand towards him.

"You are welcome. Come on! We have to get you away from him!"

He grabbed her hand lifting his legs cautiously off the ground. The two wasted no time for Bart to get up. They started right away. Bart sat up in the flower bed, only watching. Watching and imagining, the sight of their tomb stones.

"Why is Bart being meaner than usual?"

Milhouse sprinted with Lisa to the library. Lisa could only just frown deeply. If she told him, he wouldn't want to help her. And she wanted to save Bart. Then again, she was smart enough to handle this task. She stopped when they were far enough from her house. Taking a deep inhale and closing her eyes, to prepare herself, she looked straight at Milhouse.

Okay, Milhouse. Barty isn't...he's..Bart is.." Agh! Why couldn't she tell him?
Milhouse was more perplexed. Lisa wasn't answering his question. But, why?

Lisa rubbed at her arm. The subject was not something she was ready to discuss.

"Bart is just upset,.. i told on him and now he's grounded."

It wasn't her best lie, but it wouls have to do for the time being. Hopefully the library would have what she needed.

Milhouse was blinking, not feeling the slightest bit better.

"But, Bart has been grounded before and hasn't tried to stab my legs."

Lisa bit at her bottom lip, rubbing at her head. She had to tell him soon.
"Lets wait til after the library to talk more about this."

She hoped it would be left alone for now. She walked into the entrance watching her back. Bart was quick. He could be anywhere at anytime.

Lisa led them to the nearest computer. She sat down, while Milhouse had left to read baby books. She knew it would be all up to her. As long as he stayed inside the library though, Bart couldn't hurt him. She began to type into the search engine. Quietly she spoke to herself.

"Springfield boneyard. What is its history?"

She looked down the list. Not one of them were of help...wait a minute. What was that last one. Slingshot of the deceased? She clicked the lead and began to read aloud.
"The slingshot was the name of a wishbone that was said to bring good luck. And, bad luck to those who broke it. The wishbone was first given to a lonely widow as a gift. She used the wishbone to bring her husband back from the dead. By doing this, she had brought up dark magic of the undeground criminals combined. The dark magic was absorbed into this pure bone. The slingshot now rests on top of the widow's grave, locked away, to contain the dark magic that will consume whoever comes near it including the bone.

Lisa gasped, eyes wide with great fear.
"Bart must of opened it! I got to find a cure before he leaves us forever. Please, please. Have an antidote."

She reads on the bottom. Her eyebrow raised at the strange writing. She couldn't read it. Only wish. She was panicking by the time Milhouse showed up. Was there anyway to save him? Or was it too late.

Meanwhile, Bart was standing outside drinking a squishee. No enjoyment out of it. He threw the rest on the ground, near one of the bullies shoes. Jimbo shot a glare over at the Simpson boy.

"Hey, Simpson! You think it's funny making my shoes smell like fruit?! You implying i am gay?"

He pounded fist walking towards him. Bart wasn't scared, or trying to reason with them, as he normally would have done. Jimbo's fury was far from gone when he noticed he wasn't getting the emotion he wanted. The other bullies followed the lead of Jimbo stepping away.
Bart gazed out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he was right in front of them. The bullies, came to a complete halt, looking at their former victim.

"Whoa! Bart you shouldn't be mad at us. We were just preparing you for life. Bosses are bullies too."

Dolph tried explaining to him. Of course, it was only a lie. They just enjoyed pounding him.

"I'm not mad. But, sorry. You have to be killed. "

The bullies just eye one another shocked and scared, nobody has ever told them that.

"What? I can do it tonight, if you rather. Actually, right now is my best time. I'll be busy tonight."

The bullies tried to run, but Bart had also been busy today. He had cut down an electric wire, rigging it to trip anyone. He watched sparks fly as the bullies were being eletrocuted. The smell of burnt hair and flesh was soon noticable. He wrapped the wires around all three of their necks together, choking them. The prank had gone as planned. Yes, it was a prank. But not the kind, Bart usually had in mind. These were dangerous life threatening pranks. And. He was just getting started.