Two Dozen and One Greyhounds (from Bart's viewpoint)
Hi guys, I'm Bart Simpson, troublemaker of Springfield! I remember when my lovely boy Santa's Little Helper had twenty-five puppies with his lover, She's the Fastest.
All of us found them to be sweet initially, but they then started causing trouble. They ate all of my socks! I had to start wearing my sister Lisa's pink socks… although I started also wearing her pink skirt, because I actually started liking them. They also ate Homer, my dad's snacks, and ruined a dinner party that had gone pretty well up to that part.
We sold them. Well, we tried to. Mr Burns and Smithers turned up, and slyly stole them when our backs were turned.
Lisa and I went to the Mansion, and saw Burns apparently treating the puppies nicely. However, he then went into a room, and sang a song about wanting them for a vest! It for some reason reminded me of the Disney films Beauty and the Beast and 101 Dalmatians.
Lisa and I sneaked into the room that the puppies were in, and attempted to lure them out. Lisa had another one of her good ideas, although I was confused as to what she was up to at first, when she pulled my shoe and sock off. I then realised, of course! She wanted them to go after my socks. We took the others off, and then all of us went down the chute (and I have to say, despite all the fear, the air on my bare feet was lovely haha). However, when we got down, Burns was there, again! I remembered he had liked one of the puppies, so I took him from Burns, and moved him. I then, while slowly putting my feet back in my shoes and socks, saw Burns' socks on the clothesline, and moved them over, so the puppies would all look cute. He then threatened to kill me and Lise, but for some reason, he then liked us standing on our hind legs too. He decided to enter the dogs in the greyhound racing, as their parents once were. We missed the dogs, but we felt it probably was for the best.
