Ah, to be young and foolish again.

Bart laughed quietly as he once again walked into the Gentleman's club, the social pub for the Italian-American mobsters in Springfield.

Like the first time, he was greeted with three dozen guns aiming for his head.

"Hey Louie!" he said warmly as he swatted the man's gun aside, "still like your martini without ice?"

The mob boss, a fat man in an expensive suit, laughed warmly, "Bart Simpson, mi Amico! Have you come to pay back your father's debt?"

The fatso owes the mob money? He thought, but said "no, actually. Tony, I'm here looking for a job"

A few of the mobsters snickered, but he didn't pay an attention to them.

"Looking for a job, eh?" said tony, "well, I'm not sure I have a mob profession for a ten-year-old, but right now, I have a meeting, and one of my chaperones called in sick for the day. Keep me company as we go to old Luigi's Restaurant. We'll talk after the meeting's over"

An hour and a half later, with the meeting done and the other party in their Limo, Tony said to Bart, "well, what do you think?"

"I think we should leave. The food here doesn't smell right"

Tony raised an eyebrow, "I can't smell anything wrong. Besides, if Luigi wanted to poison me, he wouldn't be that dumb to use one that has a smell" Bart shook his head, "No, not poison. I'm talking about that weird thing on the spaghettis" "you mean the truffles?" Bart nodded, "yes. They have a weird smell"

Fat tony said "kid. You can't smell those things" "what?" "it's almost impossible for human nose to smell a truffle. If it wasn't, they wouldn't be that expensive."

Expensive, eh? "say, where can you find those stuff?" he asked with a thoughtful expression, "I don't know. In the woods or somewhere? I'm not the one who finds these stuff. Ask Luigi or something!"

Twenty minutes later, a still-thoughtful Bart left the restaurant, counting his stack of twenties as he walked home.

Finding Truffles might be a good (hell, delicious) hobby, but it wouldn't be a good source of income.

Bart was too lazy to actually look for those stuff.

For the duration of the week, Lisa tailed Milhouse and his new girlfriend wherever they went. Which wasn't anywhere interesting, really. Arcade game centers, ice-cream shops, a few museums, a bookstore

Of course, most of the time they just hanged out, sometimes with Bart and his friends, sometimes with the girl's.

Until now, the girl hadn't shown any sort of ulterior motive, but Lisa was sure it was just a matter of time. no one could hide their motives forever, eventually everything comes out to light.

The irony of her thought not lost to her, she hid behind one of the long bookshelves, listening on the conversation of two fifth graders who generally hanged out with the girl (Lisa was not going to give her the courtesy of using her name

Nothing. Just general baseless gossip about some popular kid's newest prank or something.

Lisa ground her teeth, but quickly began reading the book covers as a boy walked to her.

The boy, with blue hair and round glasses, also began reading some book covers, before saying blandly, "so Lisa. Is there a reason you're eavesdropping on Sharon and Paige?"

Sharon and Paige? Thought Lisa incredulously, he is already on first name basis with them? She turned towards the boy (he was, obviously, Milhouse) and said "yes. There is"

Milhouse waited patiently, not saying a word, and Lisa got it after a few seconds of silence, "your new girlfriend is hiding something. I'm not gonna stop until I find out what" "taffy? She's not my girlfriend! We're just friends"

Neither noticed another girl gasping and leaving the library, both were focused on eachother, "I'm telling you, Milhouse. There must be something wrong about this taffy" to this Milhouse bristled, "why? Because she's actually hanging out with me?"

Lisa thought YES!, but knew she couldn't say that out loud. It would be tactless, and he wouldn't probably misunderstand her words.

She took a deep breath instead, "trust me on this, Milhouse. There's something fishy about taffy brown"

Milhouse laughed incredulously, "I can't believe this. you actually think you're helping me by this! just stop, Lisa, Okay? You've already done enough"

Before leaving her, and the library, joining the crowd that rushed to the new barbershop that had opened.

Lisa sighed, Milhouse was hopeless. If she really wanted to go through with this, there was only noe person with enough skill who cared about Milhouse so much he would be willing to work with her.

She didn't want to be the first to break this restriction she'd placed, but there was simply no choice.

She had to contact Bart.

A.N

Yes, I know. Lisa's getting more obsessive here that she did in the original episode this is based on.

Until next time (and I'm working on writing that as you read this)

Davoid, signing off.