Bart de Triomphe Bart wins two free tickets to France however he bumps into an old enemy there...

Plot

The episode opens with Bart in Hell smacking the chalk dust out of the board erasers.

"Bart Simpson! Your time is up!" said Satan. Bart was sweating because he's frightened and because he's in Hell... where it's very hot...

However it's revealed Mrs Krabappel is dressed up as a devil for Lovejoy's fifth rapture party. Every year he predicts the rapture or apocalypse is happening.

"This happens every year Mrs K. And we're still here..." said Bart.

"Yes... well run along." said Mrs Krabappel.

Willie was dressed as Moses.

The school is running a quiz on France, Bart decides to enter and surprisingly wins.

(Actually the winner was Cecil Terwilliger's son Neil but he was disqualified because employees of Krusty or their relatives were not permitted to join the competition. Neil swore revenge on Bart.)

"This is an injustice! I won fair and square!"

"You know the rules! No employees or relatives of employees of Krusty." said some goons dragging Neil away.

"What's so surprising? My mom's family are French!' Bart explained as he received his prize, two tickets to France.

Nelson laughs.

The prize also included going around France with Krusty.

"This prize just keeps getting better and better!" Bart was pleased.

"Now, Bart, you have to be accompanied by a grown up at all times on this trip. No excuses." Principal Skinner explained. (I always will bring him back unless for storyline reasons he's fired.)

Skinner then saw Mrs Krabappel in her devil outfit and got extremely aroused.

"Um Simpson please make yourself scarce..." said Skinner.

Bart looked disgusted.

However Bart tricks the authorities at the airport with a fake ID for Milhouse which has a photo of him with a beard. They get it from Aunt Patty and Selma's DMV.

At home a car comes to pick up Bart and his chaperone.

"Bart, why aren't I explaining to Mom why you don't have a proper chaperone..." Lisa groaned.

"Because I promised to bring you something nice and I won't tell her it was you that broke her vase when it got stuck on my head that one time we were left alone." Bart explained. The car takes him and Milhouse to the airport.

They somehow get on the plane and fly to France unaccompanied. Once there they check into their hotels.

...

However at France's toughest prison, Cesar and Ugolin hold the guards hostage by threatening to ruin the clam sauce with pepper.

"But ze inmates! Zey will riot if they do not get good sauce!" The guards beg.

"You are mad men! Mad men! Too much pepper will ruin that delicate white wine sauce!

"Then release us, or we shall ruin the escargots by cooking them in, MARGERINE!" said Ugolin.

"No! You fiends!" The chefs gasp.

"Ooooh lalalala!"

Then they used too much butter to make crepes.

"Non! Non! Non! Crepes are supposed to be light and delicate!" said the chefs.

"We know..." Caesar chuckled evilly as they ruined the crepes.

Okay! Release them!" The captain of the guard screams before relenting to their terms. The crooks that once tormented Bart are released.

They meet up with their donkey who is being driven in cart by a mysterious man in a purple cloak.

"Put these on and hurry! There is no time!" barked the man as they put on outfits needed for their plan. He then drove them back home.

They rode their cart through all the French paintings again.

"Oooooh lalalala! Le Monet!"

Back at the prison.

The guards cry over their ruined food.

"(Weeping) Sacre bleu! The white wine sauce! Les escargots! Les crepes!"

"The fiends!"

They decided to order a take away delivery of frogs legs. Stupid French...

Elsewhere Oscar decides to dress as a stereotypical onion seller in a mime outfit with a beret and ride a bike while annoying the locals.

"Hon hon hon! My cheese! She stinks worse than moi!"

The French were offended.

Hugo is mortified and face palmed.

"I knew this was a bad idea. We should have gone to Switzerland..."

"Hugey what is your obsession with Switzerland?!" Oscar sighed.

"Um the liederhosen?" Hugo replied.

...

Bart and Milhouse eland Krusty arrive in France.

The people have big noses or enormous throat pouches like frogs.

Krusty short changed the taxi driver.

"Bite me!" said the driver in French angrily.

"You're welcome." said Krusty. It wasn't known if he understood the driver or not.

They went to get tickets to a show Krusty was in.

However the show was cancelled.

"This is an outrage! I once spent a stint as a mime in France." said Krusty.

"Excuses-moi. Voulez vouz une tasse d'ecureulis?" Milhouse asked.

The ticket man was confused.

"Milhouse you just asked that man if he'd like a cup full of squirrels! Let me handle this..." Bart groaned.

"Vouz Parlez en Anglais?" Bart asked.

"Oui." saud the man.

"Yeah sorry for my ami. He is stupid." said Bart. We would like to know why Krusty's show has been cancelled.

"Have you not read the papers garçon?" The ticket man gave him a newspaper.

Krusty's burgers at a French Krusty Burger had poisoned some people who ate them and turned their hair green and gave them eerie wide smiles.

"Um... exactly like Smylex from Batman..." Oscar winced.

Krusty chuckled.

Bart winced.

"Krusty why did you copy Joker and make Joker burgers..."

"Um... I have no idea." said Krusty.

Bart frowned.

"What was I supposed to do?! Wait for the FDA to approve of the beef preservative?" Krusty asked.

Bart sighed.

Across town.

"Why Paris in France though..." Hugo sighed.

"Because Paris on Kasterborous is an absolute shit hole..." said Oscar.

...

At The grapevines farm Caesar and Ugoline live at.

The mysterious robed man is explaining why they should help him.

"I must admit I learnt French from reading Moliere and listening to Les Miserables. So I am prepared to speak the language." said the robed figure.

He offers the wine makers gold bullion.

"Ooooooh lalalala!" said Ugolin. "How much is this?!"

"Two million francs worth in gold." said the figure. "All you have to do is follow my instructions.

"Yes but why us?" Caesar asked.

"We have a mutual enemy..." said the figure showing them a picture of Bart Simpson

The wine makers gasped.

In le cafe. Hugo, Oscar and a twenty first century millennial hipster called Lacey were ordering coffee.

"A flat white macchiato with cinnamon dust and biscottis and a shot of espresso and..." said Lacey.

"Eh?" The French cafe owner was confused.

Hugo sighed. "You're not in the twenty first century anymore, Lacey, with your grande mocha dappa lopra frapaccino. Just order coffee. Black or with milk..."

"That's terrible! People are unique! They should have their own coffees to their tastes! Like how we each have our own gender so that there's 720 genders now!"

Hugo face palmed.

"Homhonhon! Look at ze stupid frog eating people Monsieur Hugo! Honhonhon! Eat normal food!" Oscar was being offensive.

Hugo sighed. "I'll have a black coffee. And a croissant."

"Oui!" the waiter took his order.

"Lacey we don't have hipsters yet. We have beatniks." said Hugo.

Bart, Milhouse and Krusty came in.

"What are you doing here Oz?! And with him?!" Bart asked alarmed by Hugo.

Hugo gave him a murderous look.

"Being cooped up in the attic was depressing him so I took him on holiday..." said Oscar.

"Uh how can you afford to go on vacation?" Bart winced.

"I'd rather not answer that..." said Oscar.

...

Bart and Milhouse visit the art museum, the most famous one where the Mona Lisa is being kept.

This is boooooring!" Bart groaned.

"Shut up! It isn't! It's beautiful! Oooooooooh! The water colours... the oils..." Oscar snapped. He was admiring the paintings.

Bart yawned.

Elsewhere the Simpsons receive a post card from Bart and Milhouse's Grampa...

"Oh! I didn't know our special little guy is going to France! Awwww! he must be looking for his roots!" Marge is proud of Bart.

"Hang on, that just looks like Milhouse in a beard! D'oh! Baaaaart!" Homer yells.

"Oh no! Bart's in France alone! We have to tell the authorities over there!" Marge gasped.

"I'm surprised Dad was the first to see through Milhouse's shoddy disguise." said Lisa.

Back at the museum, Bart bumps into a familiar pair...

"Oof!"

"Ze treacherous boy who sold us out!" Cesar yelled.

"Ay Carumba! You two guys!" Bart yelled. "You forced me to do back breaking work day and night!"

"And you repaid us by sending us to prison for our attempts to poison wine with antifreeze!" Ugolin yelled in his face.

"Well that wasn't very nice! Why would you want to poison people?!" Bart asked.

"Enough talk! It is time!" Ugolin declared.

"You're not gonna kill me are you?" Bart gulped.

"Non, when we leave, our associate will set off ze alarms and you will be left holding this authentic copy of the Mona Lisa! It's fake of course, but to the guards they'll suspect the only two visitors left looking very guilty with ze painting and un empty frame!" Cesar explained.

"You're framing us?!" Bart gasped.

"I was framed once. By Jeremy Beadle..." said Oscar.

Bart winced exasperated.

"Zit is payback for betraying us! Au revoir!" The fraudulent wine merchants dropped the painting in Bart's hands and left as soon as the alarms went off. The guards arrived and just as Cesar explained they suspected Bart of trying to steal the Mona Lisa.

"Seize them!" The guards yell.

"Ay carumba!" Bart yelled as he dropped the fake painting and ran away."

"After them!" Yelled the guards, but they were distracted by their beloved painting lying on the floor. "Sacre bleu! Wait! Zis is un fraud!"

Oscar and Hugo winced.

"Wanna go and see all the nudie paintings?" Oscar asked.

"Uh no..." said Hugo.

Plot 2

Bart and Milhouse arrive at the Tour de France, the most famous bicycle race in France.

"Omg! Bradley Wiggins!" Oscar yelled.

"Oz he would only be 16 years old right now..." Hugo sighed.

"Quick! We can blend in with the crowds at the stools!" Bart said to Milhouse. They went into the crowd.

They went up to one of the stools. "Bonjour, we're lost and..." Bart explained.

"Where have you two been?! Quick put on your numbers and get out there!" The lady hands them their numbers. they put them on and join the race. As they lap round they see Cesar and Ugolin climbing up an empty stall.

"Look! It's Cesar and Ugolin!" Bart explained. They went into the break section where tired riders get their water and ditched their bikes. They ran up after Cesar and Ugolin.

"Sacre bleu! We've been found!" Ugolin yelled as Bart and Milhouse cornered them.

"Never mind, perhaps we should introduce zis garçon to our associate..." Cesar explained.

"As you wish, gentlemen..." said the cloaked figure as he took down his hood. "Hello Bart..."

"Aaaaaaaaagh! Sideshow Bob!" Bart yelled. Dun dun dun! "But what are you doing in France?"

"After my failure to destroy television the French judged my sentence too cruel and pulled a few strings to have me transferred over here. Something about Mayor Quimby insulting them... That's where I met these two. You have a habit of making enemies Bart..." Sideshow Bob explained.

"There you go again... always blaming me...! I'm not the one that robbed the Kwik-e mart, attempted to murder Selma or rigged the mayoral elections..." Bart retorted.

"Enough talk! Kill the boy!" Ugolin yelled.

"Patience, mon ami... I want to savour my revenge..." Sideshow Bob explained. They backed Bart into a corner when he saw his hero Krusty carrying a high jump pole.

"Krusty!" Bart yelled.

"Oh that dreaded harlequin! I will kill you right now for mentioning his name..." Sideshow Bob growled. However Krusty swung his pole and it knocked out Cesar and Ugolin and Sideshow Bob.

"Krusty! You saved us!" Bart hugged Krusty.

"Uh oh! How did I get all the way up here?" Krusty said as he realised he jumped way too high at the high jump, the French police or polis arrived and arrested Cesar and Ugolin and Sideshow Bob.

"Voila! Zis is la genuine Mona Lisa! Take zem away!" The chief ordered his officers who took away the real culprits. "As for tu... Ton meré et papa await." The chief escorted Bart and Milhouse back to their awaiting families who were both very cross with them.

"Milhouse!" Luanne told Milhouse off.

"Bart! That was very bad tricking everyone to go off to France on yon your own! But I hope you were enjoying yourself." Marge told Bart off but was glad he was so eager to go to France.

"Yes Maman..." Bart said in French thanks to that magic gum he ate the last time he came to France.

"Well now we're all here, let's enjoy ourselves!" Oscar suggested. They all agreed and put it down to boys being boys.

"Agreed." said Marge cheerful.

...

And so the Simpsons and the Van Houtens and Krusty went on vacation in France.

"Maybe learning some French, in the the most romantic place in Europe will help me win Lisa's heart..." said Milhouse.

"Uh eeeeeew! No! Absolute no!" Lisa groaned.

"Milhouse stop trying to seduce my sister..." Bart sighed.

They went to a French restaurant. A pretentious fancy one with pissy waiters.

Oscar was planning something naughty. "Bart I dare you order the most grossest thing on the menu..."

"You mean the most authentic... And no! I only make fun of other cultures not my own!" Bart rolled his eyes.

"Fine... I will..." Oscar sighed. It was soon time to order.

Everyone ordered sensible things they knew they would eat. However Oscar...

"I'll have the escargots, live and a serving of frogs legs, merci!" Oscar made his order.

"Oscar! Yeeeuck! " Lisa groaned.

"I did not put him up to that!" Bart explained as the waiter left.

"You better eat all of that boy!" Homer snapped at Oscar.

However when the food arrived, Oscar just teased Lisa with the snails.

"Bleeeeeeeh!" Oscar was trying to put a snail on Lisa.

"Oscar! Quit it! Quit it! Mooooom!" Lisa yelled as he tried to put a snail on her.

"Oscar! Stop that! Or you can go back to the hotel!" Marge told him off.

"I'll be good." Oscar flinched.

They ended up ordering him something else as he didn't actually want his food he just wanted to muck about like Bart usually would.

However it got worse as he snuck out Bart's guide to life and was reading on how to misbehave at restaurants.

"Garçon, Zis water, she is not cold enough." He addressed the waiter that his water wasn't cold enough.

The pissy waiter was offended at being called "Boy".

"Oscar stop that!" Marge told him off once again. Bart giggled.

"Ok, that's my favourite one, but settle down now Oscar." Bart said while trying not to giggle at Oscar's bad behaviour.

"I can't settle! I think I have a diaper rash..." said Oscar.

Bart winced.

Oscar was looking at his frogs legs in disgust.

"Oz are you gonna eat your food or act like a maniac..." Bart sighed.

...

Next they went out to do a bit of sightseeing.

"What a lovely place!" said Marge.

However Oscar was dressed in stereotypical French clothes, a beret a striped jumper a string of onions around his neck, a red neck chief and a bicycle.

"Oscar! You can't go around like that!" Bart warned him.

"Why?" Oscar asked.

"Because it's offensive!" Bart explained.

"Krusty's doing it..." Oscar explained that Krusty was wearing the same stuff.

"Hey, my material has never gone out of fashion..." Krusty explained.

"Yes zit has! You racist clown!" A French person yelled.

"Oh get a sense of humour you frogs..." said Oscar.

The French were offended.

"Fine... but why has your bike got stabilisers..." Bart groaned.

"I can't ride properly..." Oscar whined.

Bart smirked.

While they toured the streets, Oscar laughed a stereotypical French laugh. "Hon hon hon!"

"Oscar stop that! People are staring!" Marge told him off.

"Do I look like I care?" said Oscar.

"There are a lot of tourists..." said Homer. There were tourists, like the Simpsons, they were all on vacation and sight seeing.

"It's tourist season Dad." said Lisa.

"Why is it called "tourist season" if we can't shoot them?" Oscar whined.

"Oz what is wrong with you?!" Bart yelled.

"Nothing..." said Oscar.

Then they passed an Apu working in France selling Squishees from a mobile Squishee cart.

Then the robed figure, Bob left a book about how to manage your allowance in France.

"I'm bored..." Oscar groaned.

The Simpsons sounded agitated.

...

They then went to a cheese shop.

Oscar complained the cheese smelled bad.

"Oh sacre bleu! Sis cheese! She stinks worse than moi!" said Oscar putting on a French accent.

Marge sighed.

"It's supposed to have a strong uh, perfume, that's how you know it's a good cheese." Lisa explained.

Homer ate all the cheese.

Marge sighed as he ate the cheese.

Then they went to a pastry store to get petit fours. "Small ovens." Little cakes and pastries.

Homer ate all the Petit fours.

Marge sighed.

"Okay let's find an activity that doesn't involve food..." said Bart.

They then visited the ancestral home of the Bouviers, Marge's family.

"Cool! Can we live here?" Bart asked.

"I'm afraid not sweetie, you father has a job back in America..." Marge explained.

They looked at the family tree.

"Look, there's a jazz musician..." Marge explained.

"That's why I like Jazz..." Lisa said with joy.

"And a clown..." Marge explained.

She pointed out Gaston Bouvier.

"So that's why I act like a clown sometimes..." Bart replied.

"Hrrrrm! Yes dear..." Marge sighed.

"I like clowns..." said Oscar demented.

"Um... yeah we know Oscar..." said Bart.

The Simpsons were learning more about Marge's ancestors.

Oscar was bored and wanted to see some clowns.

He sighed loudly.

Hugo glared at him.

...

Then they went to see the Eiffel Tower.

"I thought you said Trifle tower." said Oscar holding a trifle.

The Simpsons sighed frustrated in his antics.

"Mom can we just dump Oscar here..." Bart groaned.

"Certainly not!" said Marge.

"But he's being extremely annoying!" Bart groaned.

Lisa sighed

"Oz can you try not to goof off for the remainder of this trip?!" Bart groaned as Oscar was eating trifle. "And take off that stereotypical french man outfit! It's offensive!"

"No! I like dressing as a mime/onion seller." said Oscar wearing a beret, a striped jumper, shorts and a string of onions around his neck and a fake moustache.

Bart face palmed.

"Why would they build this?" Homer asked. I dunno. They had their reasons.

Then inside the Eiffel Tower he was being annoying.

"Omg! Grace Jones!" Oscar yelled.

Bart winced.

Some how the Simpsons and Oscar were at the same time May Day assassinated Aubergine in A View to a Kill. Grace Jones was fleeing as James Bond pursued her.

Bart face palmed.

Oscar was then pretending he was in an invisible box so Bart socked him one with a sucker punch.

"Ow!" Oscar whined.

"Bart!" Marge told Bart off.

Oscar was rubbing his nose.

"Bart you should know better to be able to control your temper!" Marge told him off.

Bart rolled his eyes annoyed.

The Simpsons and the Van Houtens took photos of the view from the tower.

"What a view..." said Grace Jones.

"To a kill." said Max Zorin.

Plot 3

They then had lunch in the Eiffel Tower's restaurant. Oscar ordered the following...

"Pistol soup."

"Soupe de Pistou Oz." said Lisa. "It means classic soup or Mistralian style soup."

"Omelette Du Fromage." said Oscar ordering cheese omelette.

"Omelette du fromage! Omelette du fromage! Omelette duuuuu! (Cries)" Bart got stuck saying cheese omelette in French like Dexter did. "Hey if my voice actor can do Chuckie, she can do Dexter too Christine Cavanaugh..."

"Aubergine, Achilles style." said Oscar before being assassinated with a poisonous butterfly prop by Grace Jones.

"Eggplant, Achilles style." Bart corrected him.

"We're in France ya yank!" Oscar retorted despite being dead.

"I will have alligator..." said Grace Jones.

"Okay..." said the French waiter.

"Petit fours." said Lisa ordering.

Grace Jones then climbed on her boyfriend she was on a date with. "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Well um, yes darling." said a black nerd.

"I SAID, DO YOU YOU THINK I'M SEXYYYYY?!" Grace Jones yelled.

Then she decided despite that the shy nerd probably did love her she wanted to marry Christopher Walken for some reason.

"More, more cowbell!" said Christopher Walken.

Grace Jones wearing leopard print brought some cowbells out of hammer space to please him.

Then she decided she loved Dolph Lundgren even more. Probably because of his muscles. Ivan Drago took her home for efficient soviet Russian sex.

"I must take you." He said to Grace Jones.

Christopher Walken and the black nerd were not happy Dolph as Ivan Drago stole their girlfriend.

The Simpsons were baffled by this nonsense. I wanted Grace Jones to make a cameo...

Then Oscar magically returned to life.

"It doesn't count if it's part of a gag." said Oscar.

The Simpsons sighed.

...

Bart and Milhouse's hotel suite.

The Simpsons and Van Houtens hastily returned to the accommodation to dump Oscar there.

"Oh that's real fair! Dump me here so won't goof off! Fine! I can find plenty to do with my teddy bear...

"No writing pages about him sniffing your diaper..." Bart sighed.

"Ah bububut! You're abandoning me here. I get to decide what I am doing here." said Oscar.

"Okay fine..." Homer groaned. "You can come with us... as long as you don't write about your teddy bear sniffing you..."

Elsewhere.

Caesar and Ugolin were sent back to prison. Obviously their inmates were angry at them for ruining their food.

Sideshow Bob had one of his revenge rants.

"They are less than worms, those boys... I have judged them and found them wanting." said Bob.

"I have worms." Oscar remarked.

"Oh shut up!" Sideshow Bob snapped.

The hotel suite.

So, listen, Hugo, you don't seem like such a bad attic dwelling forgotten twin. Huh? Let's say you and me run down Main Street with our pants off? Huh? It will be fun, huh? Hmm?" Oscar asked being stupid.

"Uh... no." Hugo winced.

"Oscar what is with you and public nudity?!" Bart groaned.

"I'll run down the street with no pants on with you Oz." said Milhouse.

"No. you won't Milhouse!" Bart forbade him.

"Man, I never thought I'd be so glad to get back to our own arrondissement." Homer sighed.

"Stop talking frog! All I hear is ribbit! Ribbit! Croak croak!" Oscar yelled.

"Enough young man! You're being offensive!" Marge told him off.

"Whattya gonna do? You can't leave me here alone. I'm a minor." said Oscar.

Marge sighed.

Kirk and Luanne were concerned by the drama.

...

At the Hippodrome.

Oscar was disappointed there were no hippos. He sighed.

"Hippo is Latin for horse... Do not ask me why Romans called hippopotamuses horses..." said Hugo.

"Quite freak! Ow!" Homer yelled but Oscar kicked him.

"Thanks Pal." said Hugo.

James Bond was there making lewd comments.

"Well my dear, I take it you spend quite a lot of time in the saddle." said Bond.

"Yes, I love an early morning ride." said a beautiful lady horse rider.

"Well, I'm an early riser myself." said Bond.

"Eeeeeeeew! James..." Oscar groaned.

Then Sideshow Bob returned again...

"Mwuhahahaha!" Bob laughed as his theme tune played.

"Nyaaaaaaaaagh! Sideshow Bob!" Bart screamed.

"I will destroy you and everyone you love!" Bob snarled.

Bart gulped concerned.

"Take a hike Bob!" Lisa tried to be brave.

"Wait Wait! What is with that outfit..." Oscar commented on his evil sorcerer cloak get up he was wearing to disguise himself. "You look like a bad Darth Sidious cosplayer... At least he chose black, the most evil colour for clothing. Why the purple?!"

"Oz what are you doing?" Bart winced.

"You need a new outfit and no not the jungle man skirt..." Oscar sighed.

Bob did the Dr Wrecker Anime style armour transformation sequence or an armour henshin with lightning and cool guitar music as bits of cool black spiked armour slotted onto him.

"Ugh! Black metal and spikes... This really doesn't suit me..." Bob sighed.

"Yes it does. It screams "Main antagonist." Like Darth Vader or Ganondorf..." said Oscar.

"But I'm not the main antagonist! This is all Bart's fault! I would have successfully framed Krusty by now and taken over his mind rotting show and made it useful but nooooo! You had to be an interfering little brat!" Bob snarled.

Bart frowned at Bob. "Your petty thirst for revenge ruined your life! Not me!"

"Okay that's enough Monsieur Bob." The French police arrested Sideshow Bob.

"Damn You boy I will have my revenge!" said Bob.

...

Their vacation in France continues.

Lisa grinned looking through her photos of France and its architecture.

Bart gawked baffled when he spotted a fancy French restaurant owned by Krusty called La Krustique.

"Ahehehehe... yeah I have a whole chain of those in Paris alone..." Krusty chuckled sheepishly.

A wind picked up. Making everyone shiver.

"Ah, mon chapeau! Mon chapeau!" Someone shouted. (Ah, my hat! My hat!)

Lisa caught a hat. The kind old men in rural Britain in the 1950s wore.

A young boy collided with Lisa.

"La Oof!" He grunted. He's French hence the La and Le's.

"Je suis desole! Je n'ai pas regarde ou j'allais. Ca va?" He said. (I am sorry! I did not see you! Are you okay?)

"TALK ENGLISH YOU DAMN FROG!" Oscar yelled.

"Oscar!" The Simpsons and Van Houtens told him off.

"Quoi?" The boy asked.

"ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!" Oscar yelled.

The Simpsons were mortified.

"Quoi?"

Oscar pulls a gun on the boy. Yes a gun! "SAY "QUOI" AGAIN! SAY "QUOI" AGAIN! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DARE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! SAY "QUOI" ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME!

The boy ran off crying.

"Oz what the hell is wrong with you?!" Bart yelled.

"Damn baguette eaters! Why are your loaves so long?!" Oscar yelled.

Then Sideshow Bob came back.

"My wretched brother dragged me to see the dreary castles of France! I want to see the castles of Italy! Die in a gutter Bart Simpson!" said Sideshow Bob still wearing that evil guy armour with spiked shoulders.

Oscar shot him.

"Why won't these damn frogs speak English!" He yelled.

...

The Simpsons were still sight seeing. And dealing with Oscar's insanity.

"Freire Jacque! Freire Jacque!" Bart and Lisa sang.

"ENOUGH!" Oscar screamed.

The Simpsons and Van Houtens were scared speechless.

They continued sight seeing when Snap, Crackle and Pop the cereal elves were there!

Oscar screamed suffering a mental break down.

The Simpsons sighed.

"All we need now are the Keeb-" said Bart.

Click!

Snap took a photo of him.

"Snap, if you dare to develop that photo, I swear I will kill you!" Bart threatened as he chased the tiny elf around the stadium."

"But, I have a photo of the Théatre Antique d'Orange, on this roll of film!" Snap said as he tried to run away from Bart.

"Well, too bad, sorry, but that's your problem," Bart said, still chasing after Snap.

The Simpsons winced.

They then passed through an art and performance district.

"Look! Living statues! Mimes! Fire breathers!' said Lisa. France is all about the art.

"Ahhonhonhon!" Oscar was dressed as a French onion seller on a bicycle again.

The Simpsons sighed.

They passed by a mime pretending he was in an invisible box.

Oscar scowled. He watched the mime press his palms against the walls of the box for a while then knocked him off his feet with an iron clad punch.

"Oscar!" The Simpsons yelled.

"What?! I hate mimes!" said Oscar.

They made themselves scarce, before the French police arrived.

They found another store with pastries and Petit Fours.

"Petit Quatre..." said Oscar.

Bart and Lisa laughed.

Marge sighed. "Ah mon dieu... mon dieu... Oscar four en francais es "Oven" in English..."

"Ah." said Oscar.

"Snap, you wanna come too?" Lisa asked the cereal elves...

Bart sighed.

...

At their hotel. The boys are getting changed for the evening.

"Bart look! Hehehehe! Milhouse has My Little Pony undies!" Oscar chuckled.

Milhouse blushed.

Bart wasn't gonna laugh. "So? You're wearing a diaper..."

Oscar was wearing a diaper instead of underwear. He sighed.

"Boys hurry up in there..." said Marge.

"Oh they have another whole commercial break honey..." said Homer.

Plot 4