The journey to find the cure for her brother, was a long and sad one. Even if Milhouse was right by her side. She was looking down at a map, trying to locate a train station. Pointing a finger, she let the blue haired boy know.
"Milhouse, look! That's how we can get to the most smartest person in this town." Lisa just hoped he would be willing to help. She knew Bart and Bob had their differences. Many might she add. The two kids climbed aboard the train as soon as it stopped. Lisa dumped what she had in her change purse in. Every penny was worth saving Bart.
She and Milhouse sat in the back. Lisa could not relax when it had started moving. Her mind was on that stupid wish part of the piece of paper she had printed out for a study guide. She reached into the backpack they brought along with them, digging for a magnify glass. She had different sizes. Milhouse was looking down at his deep wound. He was shivering and queazy seeing it was bleeding still. Lisa had not noticed, too concerned with obessing over the rest of the sentence. If she could crack this open. They wouldn't need to go see Sideshow Bob. She sighs. She knew they had no choice. She didn't have a problem with Bob, but it would be high stakes for him to consider saving Bart. She took the other sheet of paper that was behind the cure, looking at the new prison location. It was old timey. It doesn't sound so bad. Milhouse was peaking over Lisa's shoulder growing excited when he saw an old time photo booth.
"We should get our picture taken! As a souveneir from this trip."
Lisa glared with offense at him. This wasn't a trip for fun! This was a trip that would either save her brother or slay his mind forever! She shoves at his arm.
"Milhouse, if you haven't noticed. This has not been easy for me and it shouldn't be for you either. Bart needs u-"
She had now noticed that Milhouse's leg was bleeding. Her deep glare had turned to a frown of concern.
"We need to give that medical attention right away." She felt guilty. She should have earlier, but she was too wrapped up in finding anything to help her brother. Luckily for Milhouse, she usually kept a first aid kit in the bag. She unzips the bag to get to the tools she would need.
"Put your leg in my lap." Lisa told him, getting out the gauze strips.
Milhouse had a stupid admiring smile on his face. "Oh-O-kkay. Sure. Anything for you Lisa."
He lifted his leg onto her lap. With an eyeroll, Lisa started to wrap the gauzes around his leg. After she had cleaned it out really good with a swab and alchohol.
Milhouse did not handle the alcohol well, crying when the swab touched his wound.
Lisa made sure she wrapped the gauzes around his leg tight.
"We will need to reapply the alchohol later. Just, don't think about it."
Lisa pats Milhouse's back with a frown. Milhouse was frowning and wanting to freak out. Be a brave guy, Mily. For Lisa. He told himself aloud, causing Lisa to raise her eyebrow.
Over three hours later, they had arrived at the western themed jail. Wait. This wasn't a real jail. Lisa watched families walking around with joyous looks. And kids running around with cap guns. She was confused. Why would they send Bob here?
"Lisa, Lisa Simpson? Why, what a lovely surprise!" Came the voice of the renewed criminal.
Lisa walked over with Milhouse trembling behind.
"Sideshow Bob? What...what are you doing at a Western themed theme park?"
The man gave her a polite long smile.
"Well. I have realized my true potential was not to kill your brother. I was brought to this dreary world to tell the history of our most famous cowboys. Oh, and of course help the youngin with riding horse back."
Lisa was not sure what to say. She did not expect Bob to be so genuine. Or. Was he being? She didn't have to worry about that matter if he was staging this. Bart could take care of himself. It didn't make her ease up. Bart wasn't supposed to be capable of hurting others physcially.
"I know you must be having a rootin tootin time. I hate to step on your toes, but. I need a favor of you."
Lisa came forward, so Bob could be one on one with her.
Bob's smile had dropped. A frown replacing it, he hated seeing the only Simpson he liked upset.
"What has got you dragging your own feet? These horses are free to walk around the ranch. "
He made a prediction she was upset over the animal cruelty. Which happened to be at a zero percent here.
Lisa had her head down. Horses were one of the things she had always gotten a gleam in her eye at.
"It's about Bart."
Bob's frown was shortened.
"Ah. Is your older brother making you feel like you are second best at the peak of importance?"
"No. He's...he's...gone."
She had covered her eyes beginning to cry. At least to her, she could only think.
Bob's frown stretched longer. He hated that Simpson boy for fading out of his life. He wanted to kill him before.
"My condolences, Lisa. Even if me and Bart had a bitter hatred towards each other, i still feel a deep pain for you." Bob spread out his hands to make his point. " The clouds will whisper your brother's name when you lift your head to look at them. The spikey formation taking place before your eyes."
Lisa's crying slowly came to a close.
"What? Bart isn't dead. Only his mind."
Bob pursed his lip with a blink of his eyes.
"Oh, wonderful news..." He was gritting his teeth. "In what way is his mind gone? Obviously that was gone a long time ago." Bob rolls his eyes.
Lisa gave the man a glare. He was so awful. He wanted Bart to be dead in a literal sense!
"I know you hate Bart but that gives you no excuse to insult him!" Lisa clenched her fists.
Bob expressed no interest, his eyes narrowing.
"So, Bart gets to insult me? But i can't insult him? I see how it is." He asked, childish he could not.
Lisa was growing frustrated.
"Ugh! Can you help Bart or not?"
Bob's expression stays the same. He wanted to mock her question.
"Yes, if i had any shred of care for that Simpson boy. You see what direction i am heading with this?"
Lisa's glare had been replaced, bursting into tears. Bart was going to vanish!
Bob had a toothy smirk. That was until, he took notice of how quickly her irritation with him turned into a sprinkler of tears. He sighs, with a pause.
"What have you come seeking?"
Lisa wiped away at her tears, handing him the paper.
"The rest of this cure."
Bob's eyes greatly grew in size reading what she needed a cure for.
"Is this some elaborarte scheme he has? I would never take Bart for the murderahing type."
Lisa was frowning.
"No, Bart's mind is in the hands of murderers that have been deceased for years. He isn't fighting them off like he should. Something must be blocking his mind transmission."
"That i can find possible." Bob had his hand on his chin, in thought.
Lisa glanced up, in hopes Sideshow Bob had some idea how to read this language.
While they were discussing how to bring Bart back fully, he was hanging out with Nelson who had new respect for this new attitude he developed.
"I gotta hand it to you, Bart. You are one bad rotten tomato. The only vegetables i ever have for lunch."
Nelson was smiling in appreciation for the trouble he caused. Not aware everything he did was real. He had no props or fake blood as the gag.
"I am bad. Thank you for your notice, Nelson." Rotten tomatos? Rotted bodies were under the floor boards of his treehouse. His body could be a new addition if he ever crossed him.
"So, Simpson." Nelson held up some spark plugs. "Show me what you can do with these."
Bart's eyes landed on the spark plugs, snatching them out of the bully's hand. Nelson watched Bart move forward over to his dirt bike. Nelson raises his eyebrow.
"What are you doing! Don't put those on my dirt bike!"
Bart was already starting it up. He scratches the spark plug against the front of it. Little sparks ignite. The dull eyed boy stepped back over to where Nelson was.
Nelson gasps watching the dirt bike go up in flames and explode, throwing them both by a car. A flaming wheel rolls past a cherry red angry Nelson. Bart stayed standing beside him.
"You wanted me to show you. Don't get so upset."
His voice flat. His dull eyes trained on the bike.
"I wanted you to show me with somebody else's posessions! Not mine, you dingus!"
Nelson had his hands out ready to inflict pain on the boy.
"Bad move of you."
He had moved to behind Nelson who was searching with a glare, on both sides of him.
Bart leaves him to mourn for his dirt bike. He would be back for him sooner than the brunette would think.
He stuck the remaining spark plugs in his shorts pockets. They would come in handy for his family. He walked to Ever Green Terrace within minutes. Homer who was happily throwing empty paint cans in Flander's yard, froze up. Oh no! The boy! He leaned back against the garage thinking he would be hidden from him.
Bart walked up the driveway, walking straight over to where Homer was.
"Dad. I need some Fatherly advice junk."
Wet paint on Homer's clothes and bald head, he pulled himself away from the door.
"Yes, son. I think you are ready to be out on your own. In fact, why don't we get you some plane tickets right away!"
He was pushing Bart along to the curb. He scared him too much to actually do much talking.
"No, i was going to ask. When is the right age for a boy to hate his Dad?" Mame him.
Homer frowns at his question before glaring. "Hey! You already hate me. This is one of those trick questions!"
"You don't know the meaning of how much i hate all of you. Sleep without a pillow tonight."
Leaving Homer with that advice, Bart had left. Homer was scared once again. What was with that kid! Maybe he should of been a better Father and not leave his son in a cemetery.
